I have never minded flying solo... I have never minded going my own way rather than going with the flow... I have never minded thinking differently than those around me... I have never minded being independent because having the gift of independence is the key to being truly free. Even as a boy I knew that my path through life would be different from that of my friends... as a child, and still now, I was never afraid to take a leap into the unknown while those around me stand still and stare and as I choose to push down on the throttle and go to where others might not dare. I always enjoyed the thrill and the adrenaline rush of going against conformity... I always loved running and being fast on my feet... I always wanted to push the envelope and be catapulted to the outer reaches of time, possibility, and space... I always wanted to be and I always will be, whether inside or outside a cockpit, a test pilot, a rebel, a rocket man, a daredevil, and a maverick.
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A Poem A Day #223: Our Song
My Poem “Number One”
In every level of life - from the playground of a school to the CEOs of companies trying to outbid one another while trying to secure a multi-million dollar contract - there are always rivalries between two sides, both wanting to walk away victorious... in every facet of entertainment and culture - from films to television, from literature to music, from fashion to sport - everybody wants to be more successful that those in the same sandbox in which they play in, at the same as doing what they do best, and hopefully better than all the rest... in every place of business or recreation there are always contests between opposing forces who both want to win - but, as with everything, some participants take tests of their skills more seriously than others and in turn will break the rules or outright find a way to cheat just so that they can say that they are unmatched... in every part of the world physical rivals, intellectual rivals, industrial rivals, technological rivals, relationship rivals battle it out against one another, and in every duel there is always a high ground of sorts that exists that either side wants to get to first... in every field, on every pitch, in every room, in every arena, on every gameboard, physical or metaphorical, there will always be winners and there will always be losers, there will always be those who will be overcome with joy at being a champion and there will always be those who will be left disappointed - because there will always be those who will do anything and everything, no matter what, to be #1.
A Poem A Day #222: Good Things Ahead
A Poem A Day #221: Fireworks
A Poem A Day #220: Wormhole
My Poem “Exodus”
People are leaving... there appears to be a mass exodus... people are choosing to uproot themselves and start a new chapter in a new setting; however there are still the shadows left of those whose presence we will never forget. Places change, people change... nothing and no one is ever meant to stay the same... photographs that start out as symbols of hope and optimism over time do begin to fade... after something monumental happens that shakes the foundations of somewhere people are always left in shock and always look around and want answers from those who they believe are ultimately to blame. There is always a first time for everything and there is always a last time... everything and everyone wants and needs trust... there is always a feeling of disappointment when people realise that they have been deceived into believing a lie. Everyone has to make the right decisions for them at the time that they are faced with a choice - and for some people, when they look around and at their surroundings, and they think about how, who, and what they have always known might have changed in ways that are unpalatable for them to remain, they sometimes choose to make the life-changing leap with others who have also chosen to become a part of the exodus.
A Poem A Day #219: Immortalize
A Poem A Day #218: All about me
My Poem “The Restless Club”
I can't sleep... I have insomnia... for some reason my mind is too active to switch off - as if it is flooded with too many thoughts, too many feelings, too many ideas, leaving me staring at the clock. As I have laid here in bed, under the covers, with my eyes momentarily closed and then open wide, I have been thinking and wondering about life and where the lights of my journey have taken me... I have been flicking through the many pages of the book of where I have been, with whom, why, and how, and considering the many rhyming verses of my internal and external poetry. I don't know why this happened tonight of all nights - but what I realised was that, like everything, I was meant to be awake for a reason... I don't know why, what, or who stopped me from sleeping the whole night through; but as a result of not being able to sleep I chose to do something I had not truly done for a while: listen - and what did I hear at this early hour? Nothing, no one - and yet I know that something and someone was right there with me holding my hand and telling me not to hold back. I know that most people would rather be sleeping when everybody else around them is doing the same, but no matter what someone is doing someone else on the other side of the world may be doing the complete opposite - and for every person who is able to sleep all night and every night there are those whose mind sometimes finds it hard to get the rest that it needs, and though most of the time I can and do sleep like a log tonight, this morning, I find myself a poetry writing member of The Restless Club.
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