WAITING FOR TIMEGot the TIME anyone ?
"The clock was ticking but time stood still
The confusion was unsettling, my mind could only interpret
the vagueness of a feeling so foreign to my structured existence
But I knew that it was the mist that was preventing a clear picture
It was the noise. The interference. The enemy.
And so I waited.
But time had stopped despite the disruptive ticking clock and I knew
that waiting was only an option for an excuse to delay a decision in my life
And so I called on my consciousness to arrest the affliction that was causing
my indecisiveness, the disease that was preventing my yearning to BE
I was aware of my shortcomings, but the hurt had taught the great lesson
I had to be ME.
And so I waited.
My mind was alert but my meditative state and need for a place of reverie
gave me the source, the power of tranquility, the peace and calmness
to comprehend that time does not wait, only that it will appreciate the stillness
Giving me the vision to see that I can effectively manipulate my own choices
The choices of my mind. The right choices.
It was calm. But it was also dark.
And so I waited.
Time was my master
It was given to me and it will be taken from me
I had to wait for the sign, until the light guided me to my destiny
A passage where my thoughts would allow the creative enlightenment of my soul
And so it was, and time gave me the euphoria of the light I was seeking
A light so bright it guided the creative ME
To the ME I had to BE
And I knew. Time never stops, only ME
So now my life journey continues
For time, it never waits
aka Brendan Lauritz
Gets asked a lot that question, huh?
I seem to ask myself that question so much that they have made me the 25th letter of the alphabet!
But when it all gets down to it, TIME keeps ticking away as I tried to emphasize in poem thingie above, and what have I got to show for it?
Hmmmmmm......... Seriously depressing if you ask me! And I am sure there are those who are way too polite to ask me the same question I ask myself. Although I must admit some do. So....
A lot of it is about confronting your demons. A lot more is about living with yourself, becoming reclusive and one with (you're getting it!) .... Mmmm Hmmm ..... yourself. It seems that the good stuff comes when you are in a place of reverie (a 'me myself I' sorta joint), all alone. Just you and your thinking. And you do plenty of it (thinking that is). Then you get excited because you think up some really good stuff. But then you have to keep it to yourself because others will think you are nuts, totally insane and possibly psychotic. So you keep thinking. And getting better-ererer at it. And you get more stuff. Then you get even more excited. And even more reclusive.
Mmmm Hmmmm...... Have I mentioned the Circles Of Life yet?
Then you begin to question your own sanity which quickly turns to paranoia in a nice sorta schizophrenic kinda way......
So you try a little bit more and wait for some sorta reaction to reality, expecting the worst, of course. But then you get a little positive feedback and you think.........
It's a trick........
You remain on full alert while you crawl back into you're reclusive cocoon (La Chateau Tento if you must know)
More thinking. Could I possibly release some more insanity into reality??
And the circles continue. But there's this stuff I got (English is getting better-erer don'tcha think?). I am fully aware. Not nuts........ YET. See poem thingie upstairs gives you a bit of an idea as to HOW I am THINKING right now. I am being led by a very brave leader who is about to confront the enemy.......
I've been very diligent in giving y'all some amateurish videos like 'Diary Of A Madman' a few days ago and the FREE, Yeeees F-R-E-E, Mini Me thingie from yesterday. And you can probably gather that I like a bit of frivolity when I write but seriously, when you write a very serious piece of brilliant prose like poem thingie above, and then carry on like Larry in The Three Stooges, straight after, weeeell you have to ask the 25th letter.
No wonder people look at me funny.......