Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up with a head full of ideas - often inspired by dreams that I might of had the night before, or recollections of things that might have happened - and as a result I always find myself sitting up in bed, standing up on my feet, thinking in between blinking, as well as allowing my mind to wander until it settles upon somewhere, upon someone, or upon something who drives my thoughts even further down the road I find myself on. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up early and then reaching out to the rest of the world, catching up on the conversations of the moment, as well as immersing myself in the important and the superficial things that I see which I know mean something to somebody, but not always as much to me. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up to the music that always helps me to find the right groove to start my day off with - like dropping the needle of a record player onto a vinyl disc and immediately finding the start of a favourite song on a particular album. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have been waking up with a head full of poetry... every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have had these intuitive feelings about what might happen in the short-term future as well as flashbacks to the past. Every morning, for as long as I can remember, I have found myself posing questions, finding answers, and wondering about possibilities, all the while knowing that there is more to life to discover than what I or anyone thinks they might know - and all of this every morning and usually before breakfast.
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My Poem “Maverick”
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.
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.
