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My Poem “In The Zone”
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.
My Poem “The Baton”
It is only natural for things to continously be passed from one person to another, from one place to another, from one time to another - because life is an endless continuum of infinite connections... thoughts, feelings, emotions, experiences, scenarios always find a way to reoccur, repeat, and be revived for another setting, for another generation - but the key part of what makes them so everlasting always remains intact... depending on how life is lived informs how echoes of the past will be interpreted by the present, as well as by the future... trends, fashions, attitudes, buried treasure, lost keepsakes have a way of returning to the surface from wherever they found themselves until the time was right for them to be found once again... people see perfection in nature... people see perfection in art... people hear perfection in the way someone laughs... people see perfection in patterns... some people see perfection in math... everybody finds something in their life that instantly takes away their fear and makes the path before them clear... like people participating in a race, or a collective journey of togetherness, everybody is constantly picking up, passing on, and reenlivening life's universal and constantly moving baton.
My Poem “Nice”
It's nice when the sun is shining... it's nice when people are able to be free, instead of hiding... it's nice when nature calls and people answer... it's nice when the air is filled with golden light, when children can be seen and heard enjoying the gift of their innocence and you can feel the palpable joy in every wave of every echo of laughter. It's nice to be able to just sit and listen... it's nice to be able to just close your eyes and experience your thoughts drift away like a gentle breeze... it's nice to be able to just do "nothing" while at the same time doing something profoundly rejuvenating... it's nice to be able to have no expectations upon you so that you can focus on the constant stream of energy from your soul within that so often we feel as if we have to filter the flow of, because sometimes dreams feel like memories - however, dreams are even more powerful and integral than we might think, because even though we often do not always remember what we experience while we are sleeping, the amount of processing of our daily thoughts that we do and the importance that that process not be disrupted in any way cannot be estimated. It's nice, sometimes, to not know the conclusion of something... it's nice, sometimes, to invest your time in something that is only temporary and fleeting... it's nice, sometimes, to be a rebel and to follow your instincts - and sometimes it is nice to be cautious and to listen to the valuable wisdom of somebody's advice... sometimes it is good to free yourself of any preconceptions, any pessimism, any pressure that you may have been putting on yourself - and sometimes the simplest act of making a connection by not even trying to do so is the best and the most nice.
My Poem “Let it out”
It always feels good to reconnect... it always feels good to go back to somewhere you haven't been in a while... it is always good to see people who you have always felt a connection with... it always feels good to do something you haven't done for a while, but from the moment that you start doing something again, or from the moment that you see someone again, it feels like no time has passed - because almost immediately your muscle memory starts to kick in and deeply ingrained instincts begin to rise to the surface of your mind palpably fast. It always feels good to pick up and read a book that you haven't read since you were a child and instantly notice certain details about certain characters that you might have previously missed - and, because of the intervening time, it is as if the way that you once imagined people to appear in your minds eye has changed and evolved just as we all change throughout the many chapter of our life... it always feels good to hear a song that will always define an important moment in your life that ever time you hear it has the power to be able to transport you back in time to when and to where you felt affected by it for the first time. It always feels good to start a new adventure that you immediately know will be filled with experiences that will shape you, will mould you, and ultimately caste you in such a fundamental way that going forwards nothing will ever be the same... it always feels good to open your mind... it always feels good to let your thoughts and your ideas speak for themselves... it always feels good to find others like us so that we do not feel like we are alone... it always feels good to not have to worry and to feel free to let whatever is inside of us all out.
My Poem “Naturally Reflective”
I am so reflective
that I might as well be a mirror…
my emotions flow so easily
I might as well be a river…
I am sometimes so transparent
I might as well be a window…
I am so easy to read
that I might as well be a book
because most of the time the expression
is one easy that accurately conveys
my feelings and my thoughts…
I am like a dark moonlit ocean…
I am like the spinning chrome rim
of a car wheel that is constantly in motion…
I am like a light-bulb whose face
brightens or dims depending upon
what I am talking about and who I am with…
I am like a stream of sunlight
after it passes through a prism of glass –
because when all of the individual
collective components that make me
who I am spill out of me
like water through a sive
all of the droplets of inspiration that
I have accumulated within me
share themselves so effortlessly,
because for better or for worse
I am and I have always been
someone who is naturally reflective.
My Poem “The God Frequency”
When we want to make something
a reality we often think about
something more, we often talk
about something more,
and we often look for and see
signs that indicate that the time is right
for what we want to manifest before us,
like a stream of sunlight from above,
and there are times when we all
receive messages on a specific frequency –
the same one that the universe vibrates on –
that our brain interprets in many ways,
which is this celestial music
that has influenced and inspired
many artists and many musicians
to allow their gifts to shine
upon the medium before them
in order for them to capture the energy
within them that often harmonizes
and resonates with the source of
all life that brought about
all the forces in existence.
Our minds are multi-dimensional…
when we dream we are able to
dive deep and explore the world within us
that lies below the surface of
the ocean of reality and consciousness…
the sound of someone’s voice
can be sometimes be enough to
open up a door, a window,
a pathway within our minds –
especially the mind of a child –
just enough for people to feel
compelled to feel comfortable
allowing themselves to drift away…
the sounds of nature – whether the sound
of waves crashing again a shore,
the sound of the wind blowing
through the branches of trees,
or perhaps to sound of raindrops
falling upon a window pane –
can effect people so fundamentally
and can generate great fountains of
strength and inner calmness.
There are some instruments
whose voice speaks lounder
and penetrates deeper into a person’s soul
than others which also has the ability
to bless insight upon whomever is their
player and whomever is their audience…
nothing is ever truly lost because
everything comes back around
again eventually…
planets, stars, people, subatomic particles,
thoughts, hopes, fears, dreams
have their own sounds that
reverberate around them,
and everything and everybody
interacts with each other
like the rippling waves upon a sea –
and this connection that connects
every living thing to one another
is a divine network and broadcast
that is often referred to as
“The God Frequency”.
Mark The Poet 