The Shadow and The Entry

Theres a doorway you must walk through.. and you would except... you can't see what's right past the entry.. a little afraid to know you hesitate...procrastinate..and reject anyone who pushes you toward it. Everytime you move so does a darkness near the entry... What is this darkness? Why does it mirrior your moves?  You wonder will it consume you. Would you already be through the entry if it weren't for this darkness... Damn this darkness..curse it to the heavens...this darkness has declared war...and you have declared it your enemy...As you back away from the entry..the darkness grows.. now bigger than the entry itself.. you look around for help... you feel you can't beat this alone...when you turn you see a lamp brightly shining toward the entry of the door you must pass through.... the darkness is you.... you've cast a shadow over the entry and made it ominous...get out of your own way.

Expressions and Dreams

I'm certain that I'm not the only one who thinks the monotony of day-to-day life is painstaking. Who would not want to wake up one day in a beautiful paradise? I'm talking across the world, where they've never dreamed they would be. I guess those of us who have done it aren't as enthusiastic about it. For those of us who haven't...you have no passport... and if you do have a passport.. not one stamp to speak of.  We, yes I'm including myself, are dying for it. We are literally dying to live! What joy is there in that? None. So what should we do?

Find a way to live our dreams to support our passions. Me myself I'm what I like to call an Expressionist. I love anything that I have to create music, poetry, painting, photography. I just love to express myself artistically. But all my life I've been told ,erroneously, that I need to keep my feet on the ground and my head out the clouds. While it's true you cannot daydream all day long, if you don't dream at all, think of it... you're not getting good sleep. Have you ever given up on the dream? That's what I call a nightmare. No matter how hard I try I can't give up on my dream of being a professional, meaning paid well to do it, Expressionist. The 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. job scene, or 5 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. in my case, is truly not for me. It dulls the spirit. It kills the inner creator but it sure does pay the bills. I want nothing more then to travel go places I've never been, be inspired by those places to create something new fresh and positive. For now I'll keep dreaming there has got to be a way because there is a will.