Illusions
I am imagination
blazing flashes of imaged light
soul caught on fire
silence in hush of day
discreet gentle feet
I am imagination
framing your love
reaching for our yesterdays
closed eyes seeking hope
past unfolding into butterflies
I am imagination
upside down reality
daisies of your smile
flight through winged sky
garments of pink sand
I am imagination
surreal dreams with no limits
shadows of infinity clinging
drops of clear water on tongue
holding hands of summer hues
I am imagination
wild with infatuation
throbbing with need
tasting the sweetness
guided by pale moon
But are you just my imagination?
Imagine
There are voices from those who do not belong, faces I've never seen and worlds that do not exist fill my head. Sometimes it is far too crowded and I need a place to spill it all out upon, perhaps a page or song. I can see the world as a playground or a place of gloom, only if I wish it to be. My imagination is what drives me, what makes me act the way I do.
When I was young my sister and I would play games, as if we were princesses or in tribes with "powers" belonging to the elements. Our playground was used as a spaceship and at grocery stores we were either spies or in the villain's lair.
Imagination, without it I would be boring, bland, nothing but a girl with an empty head. Without imagination our world would be gray and gloomy. Movies, books, plays, all that requires creativity would be gone. We wouldn't be alive, but dead.
I can imagine anything I want, and that is freeing, beautiful by itself.
Another World
Somewhere there is a world
Where the skies are yellow instead of blue
And the moon shines brighter than the sun.
The smiles remain on people's faces.
Every trace of hatred and guilt is gone.
Somewhere there is a world
Where the fish can fly
And the birds all crawl.
All hungry stomachs are filled.
There is no good bye.
Somewhere there is a world
That only we can visit.
We can close our eyes
And see the brightest light:
A portal to the most vivid.
Somewhere there is a world
Much better than the one we live in.
It is perfect.
A balance between the heart and brain
Create our unique imagination.
Imagining Answers
It has been traced and hounded
by the meticulous observer.
The Self,
seer of the primordial "what,"
knower of the nevermindliness of the Now,
lurking in and of the inquisitive mind
back into the Nothing
which, out of a familiarity
without any kind of assurance or requirement,
somehow seems to
necessarily and consistently
answer the call.
Me, the proverbial Who,
puts forth the resolution
and redaction of
the conceptual acceptance/allowance,
one must foremost place their will
to acknowledge and actively be,
in the probing of what,
if we can in fact wonder of a thing's existence,
arrived by means of searching, pondering,
conversing, dismissing and redefining
the relation and/or repulsion,
of life to death, or the inverse of which,
through deconstruction/synthesis
until it must, as a necessity, be:
INFINITE REGRESSION
IN FINITE EGGRESSION.
Enter Thought...
Imagination pulses. Deep desire spinning within fleshy thoughts. Look at the real-real; so lacking, so three-dimensional, so limited. Think. Just think - that is where the creating comes from - the lilted layers of folded matter, the slinking coils of human cognition, the enough and the more. Think and dream and want and need. Picture the best and the worst; therein lays experience. Glean lessons from both.
Take stories, take legends, take myth and doubt. Press them, keenly, among the fibers of being. Take the world's stories and see the wonder awaiting - how many verses does the human condition spill? All of them, resting just below the surface. Story waits for the thinking, the telling and the sharing.
And what do I share? What shred of consciousness dare I commit on the page? Which of these footprints might leave the strongest mark, the most upending question, the strongest tickle reminiscent of human nature?
I'll tell you what I think through my character's crackled lips. I'll show you how the world crumbles on the platform of fiction. I'll create an alternate reality just so the meat of the matter is clear. Just so truth doesn't hurt quite so bad. So that, for at least one moment, reality notices contradictions. For one second, the absurdity of the real-real shatters like the mirror it actually was -- a self-created delusion.