I knew a God ...Some river before I Was drawn to the rhythm As if to say it could happen The lark sang its first song. ...Some star before I Was drawn to the glitter No one stopped me from noticing The last and most colorful page. ...Some rose before I Was drawn to the … Continue reading Midweek Poems – I knew a God
Where the poem hides
The binding holds in The pages to be filled Like a sculptor I can believe The medium holds the art Study the lines and textures The surface is secretive Only impulse distracts The poem from the page by M. Perron (Originally written March 9th, 1992) Notes: I can't shake the feeling that there is another … Continue reading Where the poem hides
Life of a Smoke
I’m lying in the dark for what seems like forever. I know I exist, because I feel movement and solid mater surrounds me on all sides. Suddenly a light shines on me, I’m grabbed large soft things squeeze me too hard. In a single movement I’m transported between a pair of soft, warm surfaces that … Continue reading Life of a Smoke
Frustration
Frustration Oh, so cold, very cold Cold enough to spread Out of my centre. Cold enough to raise The hair on my forearms. Cold enough to cause My hands to loose grip of my pen. Cold enough for respite To be found solely in a fetal position. Oh, so cold, very cold Frustration by M. … Continue reading Frustration
Lack of Inspiration
A collection of words… Insensible A jumble of thoughts… Non-sequential An abomination of emotions… Unreasonable All from lack of inspiration. by M. Perron (Originally written March 16, 1992) Notes: Well, this is amusing. I was writing about having no idea what to write about. Kudos to me for sticking to it!
Sad
sad… the clouds are lonely… the birds are depressed… the beer is alone… the chair is unmoved… the ant is unamused… the clowns are bored… the people are horny… the teenager is unemotional… the painting is listless… the dog is drunk… the party is sober… the shirts are dry… the pants are cold… the girl … Continue reading Sad
Nirvana
Streaking through the sky The wind in my feathers, I weave and bob on the air currents. Forever listening for the songs of other travellers, Companionship On the road of the muse, the watchman in my head is looking after my creative heart finds it’s release of passion. Oh, blissful… by M. Perron (Originally written … Continue reading Nirvana
The 9th Step on The Ladder of Awareness
from Day 9, June 19th, 2017 Imagualization - Celebrating the victory first This is a combination of visualization, guided meditation, and superconscious hypnosis. The visualization part comes from the questions asked, usually based on previous conversations with the subject. The guide asks to start with asking you to imagine a moment of success you want … Continue reading The 9th Step on The Ladder of Awareness
People I feel sorry for
There she sits, unremarkable Blue jeans, white shirt Looking through bric-a-brac papers A salvage From the junkyard of a too big purse Head bowed Disheveled in insecurity She glances and retreats A shell of shyness. Poor girl I hope she has a good life. by M. Perron (Originally written May 16th, 1992) Notes: Wow, I … Continue reading People I feel sorry for
The Catchphrase On My Sleeve
The precipice has walls Decorated to an abundance With murals of unimaginable history Which chance has yet to write. To dream of dreams yet underrate When reality is morose and ignored Postpones everything but my imagination And cures the mundane routines. So like a heart on my sleeve The catchphrase of my life, Broken and … Continue reading The Catchphrase On My Sleeve
The New Renaissance Mindset 