Wednesday, February 14, 2018

PRECIPITOUS RAINSTORM IN MY HEAD

My thoughts run wild, like a child beguiled
Can’t follow instructions or conversation
Want my mind reconciled
My mind runs ahead of me screaming directions
In desperation I hear reflections abound in my head
Talking so fast I get lost trying to follow
So much confusion right here in my brain
Follow the next thought with exasperation
Turn left here now turn right and take this detour
The allure of this thought or that conjecture calls
I can’t keep track, my thoughts run so fast
Runs fast from past to current newscast
Weather overcast, Look through clothes amassed
What should I wear today?
Why am I an outcast?
I must be miscast
The details flabbergast me
How long can all this last?
Thoughts flit like a bird from tree to bough
I attempt to plow through my to do list
But only get so far when my mind races again
No wonder I’m so tired at the end of the day
I can’t keep my mind still, keep it
So lively inside, I talk to hundreds of people a day
Only it’s only inside my head where the conversations play
My rich inner life never occurs in real time
It’s like a ball bouncing between very close walls
Like music, my reflections rise and fall
Uncontained by restraints
My mind races on uncontained
An eruption occurs 10 times a second
I try to check in with the present
With frequent dissent into intent
I reckon my mind’s in a rush like
A kiss and first blush, my mind
moves so fast I feel like I been running all day

Friday, February 09, 2018

Believe In The Dream


Make the dream reality
Integrity, happily love the song Valerie
Especially as sang by Amy,
There’s a fatality of sanctity 
Specificity is not the answer
Hard to stay focused, too many things to focus on 
my mind swept up in strong currents 
Some things matter more than money monarchies 
Set the sky on fire, bring souls out of mire, 
Heart is a siren beats with desire 
Tired of infighting, stir the fire of love 
Israel’s religious history is here for all mankind to find their way out of a bind  
stay on the peace grind at the center of mindfulness, 
All religion winds down to similar precepts 
my life’s seems an open book 
I say it’s written in an ancient language translated by my soul 
So stop thinking it’s so simple to define me 
A midnight blue sky filled with silver stars amidst fuchsia blossoms 
Leaves falling from dogwood trees 
A white turtle dove suddenly flew into my hand-came  from above, 
hovered a second or two 
Do you think it’s because I’m in love again?