MYSTICAL LOVE... a mystical Journey.... maybe ??
"For such a long time now I have ridden the wave
The passion, the pain, the predicament that craves
the enlightenment of a soul so weary from the Journey
So look down on me Oh Beloved Creator, send me a sign
not to be forgotten, a message of love I need you to define
It is this wondrous mystery of life that dictates
my commitment to see further than the giants before me
and more clearly than the perception of vision you design
And so I ask, I implore you, give to me that which can only be given
through a mind so powerful, a soul so pure, a love
I seek not the time of my life, a gift so precious, but limited in scope
I need more to awaken the mystery of the blessed inside
For this Journey must end soon and I crave to be with you
and for my spirit to rise in celebration of an eternity in love
I now await guidance to merge the one soul and one mind
To create the happiness through the consciousness of a mystical kind
This Journey, not only me, transcends a path of tranquility
One step forward, closer to a destination unclear but with a knowledge
cemented in the trust and belief of an almighty power,
an eternal shrine of mystical reverence and the opportunity
to move forward and find the one source to free me from the shackles of time
and become one with my destiny and an eternity divine."
aka Brendan Lauritz
I woke up this morning, had a cuppa and a bit of brekkie and then gave the computer a cuddle to say 'Good Morning'. After I checked the news and what not, I brought up BLOG thingie. I had even forgotten the verse from the night before but that's no surprise for me. I seem to forget my recent writing quite often. Anyway I remembered when I saw there was a draft and my immediate thought was 'woooohoooo', less writing to be done today.......
Then I read it again, and again. Then I got scaaaared. Yep. See there's these smart dudes I read, you know the ones, Socrates, Aristotle, even James Freeman, then Pluto (that's me!). No not Plato. I think more along the lines of Pluto, sorta out of Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck era-ish. I suppose because of my rock bottom experiences I am still trying to come to terms with the fact I may indeed have a spark of intelligence amongst the fireworks in my head. So writing stuff like my poem above is giving myself some credibility within the constraints of my own mind. But I am still puzzled a tad. How can I write such emotional prose? Where does it come from? Hmmm....
Well if I don't know, then who the hell does? Hmmmm.....
I think the answer is in that question. See it goes like this. Hell is the place I have been living in for the last few years. In fact I talked about it in my book's feature poem, Mister SomeOne Out-There, remember dot? OhK.....
ME doesn't like Hell. Not one little bit. Not because it's hot, because it's not. ME doesn't like Hell because it is not a part of who ME is. Hell is simply an EXPERIENCE, a lesson to be LEARNED. So ME has learned a whole lotta lessons from Hell. ME doesn't want all the other dots to experience those lessons from Hell. So ME wants to write about it in a way that will make people sit up and take notice. One of those ways is poetry. Another way is BLOG thingie. Another way is lyrics to music/songs. So I think that's what ME is doing. I think?........
But somewhere in all of this madness and mayhem there appears to be something or somebody giving ME a bit of a helping hand because ME didn't know that he could write stuff like the stuff above. I think ME knows the name of the helping hand...........
(.......I think ?)