Usually when I am getting from A to B from the West Side to the East Side of one of my favourite cities, when I am alone, I am always in "The Zone"... usually I am quick on my feet - but all the while I am always looking around at what I see and what jumps out at me as I travel down the many interconnected paths and streets... usually I am thinking, listening, feeling, and taking in everything that every thing and every one is constantly transmitting and broadcasting like a megaphone... usually when I am making the most of my free time - when I am not watching a film at the cinema, when I am not shopping in an entertainment store or a bookstore, when I am not writing in my favourite cafe - I am just walking around somewhere I know like the back of my hand and somewhere I could navigate with my eyes closed, so much so I probably do just that in my dreams... usually I do not anticipate seeing someone I know; however, occasionally, because of mere chance, coincidence, or perhaps by design, I will be stopped in my tracks by the sound of my name being uttered by someone who knows me and I momentarily find myself at a loss for words until my racing thoughts catch up with the reality that I see... usually I do not have a definitive direction or a previously planned path that I wish to travel down - because like a bird that can sense the magnetic field of the Earth I use my instincts to draw me to where the universe is calling me to be... usually when I am doing anything - whether I am walking around a city, or sitting down writing with my pen or tapping away at the letters of a keyboard - I am on the hunt for inspiration in all it's multiple forms, and I am never left empty-handed or empty minded whenever I return to the sanctuary of my home... usually when I am on the move and making my time in the big wide world last I am unapologetically and occasionally oblivious to most things other than my thoughts, because most of the time I am in the zone.
the zone
My Poem ‘The Zone’
The best days
have yet to be lived;
the best poems
have yet to be written;
the best of things
anybody is able to have
and are able to give;
the best way to learn
how to create
is to look, to listen,
to think, and to imagine.
Moving forwards;
stepping backwards;
looking left, looking right;
learning new words;
discovering new worlds;
saving the best for last;
constantly reaching towards the light.
What gives a writer such power,
what gives a warrior such strength,
what gives a cheetah such speed,
is the same heart that helped
build the tallest of towers,
is the same will that once made
knights of armour fight to the death,
and it is the same fire of inspiration
within me that can be found
emblazoned in every line
and verse of my poetry.
If you want to be strong
you have got to walk tall;
if you want to get through
to the other side of something
you have got to push;
if you want to savour the moment of something
be sure to remember not to rush;
if you want to know
the right way to go
then sometimes you have got to feel the path
before you see it
and make the final judgment call.
Everything is a resource;
every spark is a power source;
every idea is a leap into the unknown;
everyone has a secret place they can go to
when they need to truly focus on something
and get into the zone.
Mark The Poet 