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Jumping over the moon and skimming through the stars
Zipping through the galaxy with no wings and without bars
There is nothing to stop me now flying out into space
Following my dreams is not a dream so out of place.
A second chance is not given - often some barely get a first
Its time to take stock of life - and drink it with a dry thirst.
The hours the minutes are counted, but don’t look at the clock
Get out there and follow your dreams in fact - don’t waste time taking stock
A child is born a chid dies it’s happening all around
Enjoy every second of life - while trying to keep your feet still on the ground
We were given a life, a life to live, not everyone is so fortunate
Don’t make them regret your turn - by not daring to leave your gate
Open it run and fly, the opportunities are there
Forget your coat just go for it - for those of us that dare.
From any time, anywhere,
to all the time, everywhere,
bliss mists within manifest,
signalling we’re truly blest.
We’ve journeyed beyond the book
and say scriptures were mistook,
on how kundalini moves,
in the manner God approves.
Humble is our gratitude
and playful our attitude,
that presence with silence yoked,
fire of magnetism is stoked.
Whilst poised in blissful response,
we slowly metamorphose,
embodying divine light,
breath by breath, by day and night.
With such musings we take stock,
of nodes spirit did unblock,
where we did nothing at all,
yet were graced by a bliss squall.
No metaphors can explain,
how bliss unties ego’s chain,
when synced to the cosmic hum,
the flame of bliss we become.
In the crowd the anxious feeling was contagious.
There was a general feeling of disquiet.
A foreboding loomed, that something pending, might happen.
Cornered eyes darted around fleeting expectant.
Then, someone yelled: "Fire!", "Fire!"
The crowd panicked, instant stampede for exits, disaster!
Did anyone look for smoke?
Did anyone smell any smoke in the air?
Did anyone see a flame?
Did anyone hear a fire alarm go off?
The heightened anxiety quelled any delay to react.
On another day when the crowd was less anxious,
and anxiety was much less held in common in the crowd,
the outcome could be different, a matter of time and expectation.
People would have taken their time to use their senses,
To confirm if the fear was real and whether a reaction was justified and when.
Time to poise, and take stock of the situation
before the 'fight or flight' was triggered.
Fear is also less contagious,
when anxiety is less infectious and inflamed.
Anxiety is anticipation of a threat that might happen.
We fear the threat of what might happen,
when that known anxiety is realised and comes to fruition.
Fear requires a trigger and a finger to squeeze thereon.
Anxiety is just the gun in the cupboard or holster.
So to fell the fear one needs to quell one's anxiety
Put away the gun, lock it up, throw away the key.
Learn to know your anxieties
carried as 'troubles in the old kit bag',
Learn how to put them down, throw them away,
bury them deep into the realms of the unknown.
For fear is anxieties known.
Fear erupts from threats
Emits from anxiety, that you know you know
are threats: real, silly, dire, fake, inherited, inapt, inept.
Threats to be or not to be, never to be.
So, to fell fear, quell anxiety!
America is not Broken
I think many are jealous of what they can’t have.
They keep judging America, trying to tear us in half.
The rabid will loathe what they can’t comprehend.
They all come from a place that we protect and defend.
America is not broken; your propaganda is absurd.
Imagine this world, if there was truth in your word.
You are able to slander, America gave you that right.
If it weren’t for the United States, you’d fade away in the night.
Be thankful that Russia doesn’t control your shore.
Could a broken America save you from war?
If we were broken, your voice would be taken.
Life as you know it, would be oppressed and shaken.
Never take stock in the words of a fool.
They are often misleading and mostly just cruel.
Innuendo they spread with their feeble attack.
America is not broken; we still lead the pack.
On the old scale of one to ten
Today has been bout a four
Won't explain, just one of those days
Had 'em many times before
To expect every day to be a ten
You're dreaming, it ain't gonna be
Ups and downs are what life's about
Come down from your perch in a tree
This is it from here on in
Must learn to live through the strife
The alternative ain't too appealing to me
Really it's a very small price
To feel the warmth of a summer's day
The crispness of another fall
The bite of yet another winter's day
Then spring, that's the joy it all
When you really take stock of what life's about
It's getting from “A” to “B”
With the least amount of hassle and strife
Just being happy and free
To raise a family and hope you did it right
While building your own little castle
Living and loving as we travel life's roads
Without too much of a hassle
On the old scale of one to ten
If you can say it was eight or better
You've had a good life, better than average
You've successfully balanced the ledger
© Jack Ellison 2015
My heart's overwhelmed with feelings inside,
When I try to speak, instead I cry,
Silence overtakes me, memories flooding in,
As soon as I shed a tear, distraction tries to win,
The busyness fools me with no time to feel,
To make me question in my heart what's real,
I step back in order not to lose heart,
To recapture the love distraction pulls apart,
Where has the time gone to be able to feel,
Rushing my life through interruption that steals,
Give me a moment to recapture and regroup,
My heart's is slow to speak, I'm not as fast as you,
I am like a vat, that needs to be filled,
When I start to overflow, you'll know how I feel,
And you won't see it coming, I promise you that,
I take stock in my heart, the Lord has my back,
He will show me every step of the way,
His loving will for my life is here to stay,
...All back-and-forth the fight raged through the morn,
men dove to hide, bushes off branches shorn,
ricochets rang as they bounced off the rock,
made it hard for Alistair to take stock.
At least two down, the others were scattered,
three of their foe lay lifeless on the earth,
but six more can, guns blazing, eyes alight,
Pritchard howled, seemed immune to all fright.
Alistar rose, and drilled him through the chest,
three guns barked back, slugs ripping through his vest,
He shot again, caught one man in the leg,
but slumped, knowing he was already dead;
just breathing hurt, all his body felt cold,
he dropped the gun, his mind no longer bold,
clutched a big rock, all dreams of money gone,
replaced by all he had done…and done wrong.
His dying through, before the final fall:
Perhaps Dan had been the smartest of them all…
a Spanish sonnet
Passion thrives on forgiveness, oh my sweet.
Your scorn will reason well to wonder why
I attempt a smile even though your eyes
refuse to cherish blooms laid at your feet.
We need to take stock of trust when we meet;
weeds of abomination poke and pry.
From the overlook, my soul heaves a sigh,
you uproot our relationship with deceit.
Your lie lacked confirmation from the start -
why you would mock or kid, I do not know.
Struggle rose within this admiring heart;
impatience flames and yet I rise with hoe
of love to root out what your two lips thwart.
Each day, sees me at work melting your snow.
I think patience works well to promote passion in love relationships.
Notice the words in italics in the second stanza, flowers bloom there.
There is no greater feeling than to be alive and free
Spending our lives on God's green earth
Reveling in the warmth of yet another sun filled day
The rainy days are sent to us only to remind us
How much we appreciate dear old Mr. Sol
It's what keeps us alive in anticipation of his return
The sun is the source of everything we have here on Earth
We revel in it's ray but also cover up
When we get too much of a good thing
It can be extremely harmful
Which also applies to us here on earth
Everything in moderation should be our motto
It's evident every where we wander
The trick is not to go overboard
When you discover something exhilarating
Just remember, “slow and steady wins the race!”
That shouldn't stop us from enjoying life
We just need to step back every once in a while
Take stock and appreciate everything we have...
NOT what we don't have!
This may sound like a lecture from this old geezer
But there's one thing I do have...
That's a lifetime of experience
© Jack Ellison 2014
Why are some religions so full of judgmental hate?
Certain groups claim they are right, then point their fingers and negate.
A certain few must go to heaven, and the rest will burn in hell.
I think many will be surprised when they hear that final bell.
A French teacher was beheaded for showing a certain religious cartoon.
A young man was brutally murdered, for the rainbow colors on his balloon.
Women are treated like animals, children are raped and beaten to death.
All in the name of their God, blasphemy spewed in many a breath.
I guess for me, I will just follow my heart.
I’ll do my best to build and not tear apart.
I will protect those I love this I will do with an iron fist.
I’ll do what I can so we can peacefully coexist.
Judge lest ye be judged, please don’t pass judgement on others.
He will judge you with the same measure you judge your brother.
For those of you who notice that speck in others eyes.
Take stock of your own, so you are not one day surprised.