Creating Inspiration

Inspiration – comes from the Latin inspiratus (the past participle of inspirare, “to breathe into, inspire”

There are those who say – if you wish to write with skill higher

Retire until that day, that moment, you feel inspired

Like saying, you don’t have to love your spouse if you feel tired,

If you get bored, if it’s all old, if you lose your fire, it’s ok to love’s flame retire

But listen, partner, they’re dealing lies to us, love is more than just feeling

That over-the-moon, hit-the-ceiling, cloud-nine, kind of feeling

And inspiration is more than just the urge, the moment, the whimsical feeling

Of dullness peeling, high-hand dealing, light bulbs on in your ceiling

What turns the moonstruck lovers into good old timers?

Not looks, personalities, or matching souls, tis choice the binder

Choice to love, in sickness and health, poverty and wealth

No matter what is felt, no matter what life’s hand is dealt

Choice is in the middle. Like the strings of a fiddle

You can’t make a stringless fiddle go ‘hey diddle diddle.

It’s the glue that binds, the bands that tie

The only way to make love stand the test of time

What is it that separates the best from rest?

The fact that their inspiration was what brought them ahead?

An inspiration that didn’t come from feelings but from the head?

The inspiration that compels one to write despite being all but dead?

The understanding that inspiration is the state of being breathed upon?

And till the moment we pass to the world beyond we can the blank canvas breathe on?

What if inspiration is not what they’ve been telling, some moody feeling

Coming and going, ravelling, unravelling, leaving us reeling

But from the moment we start breathing we are capable of inspiring

If we would just learn to be breathing into the things which we are aspiring

And maybe, like the tiny ember can become a flame if we breath the right way

If one day we could learn to control our inspiration that way

We could start a fire that others see and aspire

And because of our choice, we then others do inspire?

Do you want to be inspired? Do you want to feel the fire

Are you tired of living in the mire? Do you want to get a little higher?

Then turn off the phone, sit yourself on your own all alone

And keep going until you bring yourself to the place you call home

Don’t wait for the feeling,a moment that’s appealing

A passing gust of wind, a temporary fixing

But become the master, the captain of the mind

Learn to breath life into dying fires and maybe you will find

That as you make your choice again and again and again

Your inspiration is always present, right until the end.

You can breathe life into the blight, light into the night

When inspiration becomes choice, it’s an unstoppable light

GZ

Note to the reader:

Do you want to write? Go sit down with a pen and paper and MAKE yourself write. Do you want love to last? Then throw all you have in, and when you don’t feel like loving, CHOOSE to love anyway. Do you want to master any skill? Then do it AGAIN and AGAIN until you are the master of it, regardless what you feel.

Extraordinary Will

Victory doth not belong to those who are fastest

Neither is it taken by the strongest.

Those who seize are those who grind.

Regardless how weak, they hang on inside.

There are those stronger

There are those who are greater

But if they won’t do, what good is their skill?

Ordinary skill, extraordinary will.

I don’t care who you are, how rich, or strong

I’ll still be standing when you’re long gone.

I might stumble and fall, many times more

But I’ll rise back up until you finally fall.

I will out-work you. I will outlast you.

I will take all the hits, and still win the war

Seven-fold Band

I drew them with cords of a man, with bands of love: 
Hosea 11:4a

A threefold cord is not quickly broken.
Ecclesiastes 4:12b

Whether worse, or better
For poorer or richer
Be it sickness, or health
In poverty or wealth
You to love and cherish
May our love still flourish
May this love ‘tween us the tie that binds
As our two lives into one entwined
If these solemn vows I say and this wedding day
The mark of when we threw our single lives away
And as it were, we became one tied together
With a thin band of words meant to last forever –
Then may these vows, words, the binding band
That our still fragile young love demands
Be made of the finest tempered steel
To last whatever comes from left field
Fine as gold, so all they who behold
Will see our love as that to be sought
Like the high value of precious rocks
That with your blood can only be bought
May this thin band be hard as diamond
Unflinching, priceless and defiant
Yet soothing, calming, soft like the breeze
Healing wounds and carry us when weak
May this thin band, never rust nor fade
Never corrode, crack, snap, break, or age.
But through every great fire and every howling storm
Surrounded by foes or desperately alone
May this thin band stand the test of time
From this day forth that I make you mine.
And if one band to thee, not enough
Then go take six more and bind me up.
They say two bands are very hard to crack open
And a three fold cord is not easily broken
But they also say that seven is perfection
And that’s what I see when I see our reflection
So take these cords and bands in thy hands
And make our love a seven-fold band
End
Motivated by Roje
Written for Sam and Rachel on their special day.
Dedicated to every couple who desire to last forever
GZ

Disguised

You all think you’re something special

Like you’re some human who’s actually an angel

Just covering up and disguised as the devil.

Wait, I may have said it backwards –

You’re like a human who’s actually the devil

Just covering up and disguised as an angel.

Never mind, does it matter?

When the fire ceases and smoke scatters

I still lay here shattered

To peer behind the disguise is truly

One thing that haunts me

As the truth slowly dawns on me

You’re truly hideous to behold

If only you didn’t glitter like gold

Not all that glitters is gold