2022 Creativity Project – March 3

Simple

Do you think
Of this day, action,
God approves?
Would the choice
Vary if you guessed
His interest
Might be otherwise?
The armies either
The patterns
Repeated
The teachers who
Drop away
Begun;
Miracles granted –
How is it
Become the doorway
A prayer sung

People leaving, run
Without locus
Him believing
Only reason.

Emerge

Keep them on top
Memory, to help
Know who could
Be when love
Captivated;
Little does it matter
The days are gone
Still need to believe
Want, fascination
Generated
Found satisfaction in
Who was real.

2022 Creativity Project – March 2

Unreal Numbers

The path backward,
Forward, only dreams
Amid the hours
In between.
The mind puddles
Its questions
Mumbles to tracks
Laid down when
The way went back.
Voices do they remain
Chariots swinging low?
Will the thin dog
Wrestle in the snow?

Are You, I,
Fact, or fiction,
Written in a rhyme?
I thought I knew
An answer once
In a blanket
With love,
But it had
To go
Where the sun
Made houses
Light
As effervescence
And trouble
Wound its arms
Around
Stealing the known
For the seems.

Never fear
Believe
Walk in sync;
The ones who
Reckon it all,
Never coming
Again. Back. Amen.
Shining holy halleluiah.

2022 Creativity Project – March 1

I fell asleep this evening from exhaustion. I do overdo things sometimes, and stress overcomes me.

Coming up with entries every day is a huge challenge at times.

Writing is an art in which investment must be made to remain engaged.

I had a long conversation with one of my friends, who is very supportive of me. I had not talked to her in some time.

Burdens are better when they are aired, shared. We cannot live abundantly when we rarely speak to our people. There is much to collect in the knowledge of those who understand.

When I woke up, I thought I had already posted because I dreamed I did. This is so important to me that it is always on my mind.

I hope all goes well for you as the week continues. May inspiration find you and bless you bountifully.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 28

Still of My Heart

Neil has been in the news recently, some controversy with a podcast celebrity. The details of that mean very little to me. Music, however, is a balm to me.

I do not recall the exact year, sometime between 1979 and 1981; I remember being introduced to Neil Young’s music in a tiny two-room basement apartment where I was continually trying to invite the light in because dusk was its only setting.

A group of us were playing Dungeons & Dragons, and Joe brought some albums to introduce to me because even then, I avoided radio. He had Live Rust, and when he lowered my Capehart Stereo’s needle to the vinyl on the album, I knew I would be listening from then on. When Neil sang, “I Am Child,” I knew he understood. “Sugar Mountain” could have been the anthem of my emancipation; getting married at sixteen took fortitude and a will to escape.

I went to Turtle’s the next day and bought Live Rust and Decade. Every iteration of recordings I purchased, those two above, Harvest, and After The Gold Rush, were members of my collection.

Neil will never keep silent; the music is strong in him.

2022 Creativity Project – Feb. 27

TRANSFUSED

Not every love means
Forever, but some before
They come totally
Unglued transfuse within
So the beating heart remembers.

The mind bathed in
An essence never overrun;
A song can kiss, like
The moment was now, today,
Eyes seeing, tears wiped away.

If never processed,
The breakup, love is love, still;
Yet, it is over,
The hauntings always exist
But every one hidden may

Be absolved to go
Where love will, whenever life
Must align with those
Better equipped to
Attend need with happiness.

Love is forever
In a heartbreak cast aside
But memory often abides.