inspiration
The Pathfinder: There is no tomorrow
My Poem “Bedtime Stories”
It is always great to be able
to interact with a child...
it is always fascinating listening and communicating with a child...
it is always wonderful watching
a child explore, discover,
and play without being told
that they are doing
something right or they are
doing something wrong in any way...
it is always touching and telling
when you see a child look into
the eyes of those closest to them
and you can feel -
even from a distance -
the love emanating
from them by observing
the smile upon their face.
Children love stories...
Children will watch the same thing
over and over again...
Children are sensitive to more
than even their parents might realize...
Children have the most amazing
superpower of them all:
their unfiltered and seemingly infinite
one of a kind imagination.
The mind of a child is a fertile garden
where all forms of thoughts and ideas
interact with one another
without the barrier, or the fear,
that what they believe is true
does not make sense -
because to them everything
is as it appears to be...
the more that a child is told
and shown how much they are loved
the more that they will keep
within them the same
unmistakable spark of innocence
and tenderness to others
that is always beautiful to see.
Introducing a child to new things
can sometimes be harder to do
than it might appear -
because children,
especially as they get older,
start to develop their own
individual personalities, perspectives,
as well as likes and dislikes...
what I think is one of
the most wonderful things to see
has to be watching parents
and family members
reading to their children,
fueling the imagination of their children,
while spending the best time
there is with their children -
whether while sitting in a garden
with them on a sunny day;
or while they are lying in bed,
teetering on the edge
of drifting off to sleep,
and listening intently
to the voice of their
favourite storyteller,
as they are told the tale
of one of their favourite
bedtime stories.
My Poem “The Sea of Unfulfilled Dreams”
I used to think I knew everything...
I used to think I was
going to do everything...
I used to think I would
fall in love with someone
and spend the rest of my life with them...
I used to think I would
learn my lesson
and never again return
to that place that caged me
for so long like a prison -
but, as it turns out,
of course, I was wrong,
because here I am again
shackled to my memories of the past
and tormented by
what was never meant to be...
it's my own fault,
I was the one who opened the door
that said "DO NOT ENTER" on it -
but I just couldn't help myself
from wondering if who
and what I thought I had locked away
was still waiting to be found
on the other side.
I should have known better...
I should have stopped myself
from reawakening the power
of what I have struggled to put behind me...
I should have been stronger...
I should have talked myself
out of being who I am -
but, once again, I was weak.
Once again, everything feels complicated -
where before, not that long ago,
everything was finally
beginning to feel simple...
once again, I am a storm
of thoughts and emotions -
but not that long ago
I swore that I felt as if
I were truly at a place of peace...
once again, I have fallen hard
and I do not know how long
it will take me to rise
even so much as a little...
once again, I have been triggered
into a state of intoxication
because I dared to venture
to where I have been before
and from which I still wear the scars -
I just hope that I will find a way
to not drown under the dark waves
of the sea of unfulfilled dreams.
The Pathfinder: Walking On Air
The Pathfinder: Repetition
My Poem “Let Your Voice Be Heard”
I like to think, I like to believe,
I like to tell everybody who I meet,
that each of us are born
with a particular gift,
that we are all born with a voice -
even if we do not feel as if we are...
I like to think, I like to believe,
in fact I know, that sometimes
there is a particular place
and there is a particular time
where and when whatever gift of ours
that is the most prominent
and the one that matters the most to us
is meant to be expressed -
and at a time of decision and change,
there is no better opportunity
for everybody to express what they think,
what they want, to ask questions and get answers,
to make their mark however they can.
Every day, those of us who are lucky
to have access to knowledge
and broadcasts from all around the world
are given the right to see something,
to hear something, to read something,
to have an opinion on something,
and are able to debate what we think
about something with someone else;
however, not every citizen of every country
has the ability, nor the means, to perhaps
go against the status quo
and share their particular experience
and point of view on something
based on what they have lived through.
No one is ever going to agree
with how the place that they call home
has seemingly, slowly but surely,
changed into something and somewhere different
and yet recognisable from how it used to be -
but most people always wish that the identity
of somewhere, something, or someone,
would stay the same way forever;
however, nothing, nowhere,
no one exists in a vacuum,
because everything and everyone
are meant to evolve into something else -
in the same way that a moth or a butterfly has to -
by design and over time.
Change is a symptom of a universal wave
of cause and effect that has not stopped
since the first almighty flash of light
set off the starting pistol of creation
with the biggest bang anyone has ever known,
and there is no sign of things regressing,
nor reversing, anytime soon -
so, with that in mind,
whenever you find yourself somewhere
and you are asked to say something
that will influence the shape
and the sound of the world to come,
do not turn down the moment
and the instance you are given
to speak your mind, to vote,
and let your voice be heard.
The Pathfinder: Brum
The Pathfinder: The Great Communicator
My Poem “Muses of Music”
Music has always been
an important part of my life...
Music has always meant more to me
than I could put into words...
Music has always been
what has created a connection
between me and what I have
always felt can be sensed
whenever I have looked up
at the sky at twilight...
Music has always opened
doorways of imagination
and inspiration that have led me
to visit a multitude of incredible worlds.
Music was, most likely, my first love,
because every time I heard
any kind of music -
from the vinyl records
of The Beatles and Mike Oldfield
that my parents used to play
from our home stereo,
to watching 'Top of the Pops' on TV,
to the Chart Shows that I used to
listen to every week on the radio -
I was absolutely spellbound by what I heard
and by the not so subtle magic.
When I first began expressing
my thoughts, my feelings,
my emotions, my memories,
and my experiences,
in the form of the poetry
that I was inspired to write,
as well as the love that I believed
I was feeling at the time,
I always sought out songs
and melodies that always
gave me the jump start of creativity
that I needed to create
a piece of art of my own.
Whenever I have found myself
going through a period in my life
when I have felt as if I were alone
in how I was feeling,
after listening to the words
of a song that has a power
and a gravity to it
that has a meaning,
a message, and a story to it
that is not always apparent,
I have always felt the wave energy
and understanding that has always reminded me
that there are always others
who have been through
what we have been through,
or what we are going through,
and that we can all there for one another -
even if we live vastly different lives,
and perhaps in different eras and time zones.
Even as I write this,
I am listening to a varied playlist
of some of my favourite songs -
some fast, some slow,
some acoustic, some electronic,
some old, some relatively new -
because I have found that
listening to a great song
while I am writing is like using
the key to a gateway
to the extra dimensions of possibilities
that play out and echo all around us,
and I am free to let my mind drift
and weave my own literary
tapestry of poetic fabric...
every day, I return to who I know,
what I know, where I know,
and to whom and to what
I have repeatedly listened to -
my favourite artists -
who, to me, will always be
the spark of hope, optimism,
and inspiration that I love -
in other words:
my muses of music.
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