Sea of Indecision

Down inside me

You’ll find a sea

Where no sailor

Did sail or swore

Where no waves fall

Nor seagulls call

Wind changes like time

Having four minds

North, East, South, West

There is no rest

Sometimes a breeze

The heat to ease

Sometimes a gale

You can’t prevail

Where waters blue

Hypnotize you

Sea sirens sing

Doom impending

Death sounds so sweet

Sung from their lips

You fall asleep

Wake six feet deep

Here in the blue

A ship sees you

A single ship

Here doth now slip

Battered wood beams

Tattered sail seams

Splintering deck

Speed tis wind-checked

Wallowing still

Yet free of will

Yet not moving

For not choosing

The captain here

He’s full of fear

He no sailor –

A voyager

Who fell asleep

And drifted deep

He found himself

Stuck in this gulf

With no compass

No man to ask

Watching time pass

Growing old fast

Tales of heros

His own ethos

Call to action

He’s distracted

Encircling

Green and bold rings

Of pieces of land

We call islands

Separated

By gulfs between

So that one choice

All he can voice

For to arrive

Will take such time

To get to one

Your life is done

So he delays

In the blue stays

Drifting here, there

Going nowhere

The sea of indecision

Claiming yet another victim

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.