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

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?