The end may become a beginning
Thinking Out of the Box
Ah, yes! It is! Another one of life’s great challenges!
Thinking Out of the Box should never be taken lightly.
Being human beings, it is well worth remembering
that we are all in this thing we call “Life” together.
Does this mean the challenges that each of us face
are easy? No! Life just doesn’t work that way.
There will always be personal and professional
challenges, and tasks and people to test our mettle.
Thinking Out the Box does require, at times, to go
beyond notions, ideas or concepts that are obsolete.
This is where the proverbial “rub” comes in with
human nature, for people tend to resist new things.
It’s part of human nature for people, at times, to
resist change and become set in their attitudes.
Thinking Out of the Box, in this sense, is not new
at all. It’s part of seeking to improve life’s situations.
Thinking Out of the Box definitely has a personal
and a professional meaning to us in our life’s run.
Otherwise, what kind of a world would we expect to
live in, if all becomes obsolete and there is no change?
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
November 20, 2018 (Didactic)
Sound carries through the wind
The words you speak could be anywhere
Although silent after you speak
Wind will carry them afar
For without sound we would not exist
We once broke the sound barrier now common
Sound can heal and kill
Ultra sound can see
Ears will hear these silent words
Not knowing where they came from
Entering someone’s mind
Capturing your sound
Carried by the wind
What is interesting inside the box?
Keep you staying there for so long.
Is it fear?
Is it unconfidence?
It's time to go out.
Let the light come in.
Let the sun shine over the shadow.
Get out of the box.
Get rid of the box.
And you will find,
Beautiful things are waiting for you.
Out of the box
I’ve been here forever, I wish I was leaving
I just can not wait to get out of this box
It’s dark and it’s cramped and so difficult breathing
Hey, I’m not a toy or a new pair of socks,
I push and I shove but I find it’s not helping
I claw at the sides but make nary a dent
I whimper and sigh and I’ve even tried yelping
Hoping they hear and some aid soon is sent
There’s nothing to eat and my stomach is growling
And using the bathroom, I don’t even try
Wait, what’s that sound, it’s like someone’s is prowling
Maybe they’ll notice if I start to cry
Hold on a minute, now stop with that shaking
There is a voice, it sounds just like a kid
Come on, let’s go, before me you are breaking
Tear off the paper and open the lid
Get me out of here, can’t you see I’ve been waiting
Humans are stupid it seems like to me
No need to question, no use in debating
But who wraps a puppy for under the tree?
12/29/16
Written for the Out of the Box Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Out of the Box
In symmetrical symmetries lies the cradle of creation
For we are the residual residue of ancient agnation
As we look through the looking geometrical glass
We see the pinnacle primeval majestic mass
Of vastness vibrations in reality illusions
The Golden Mean of symmetry’s solutions
All is revealed in the cosmic cube of Metatron
Matriarchal manifestations of the dimensional dawn
Spiritual spiral strings of Sacred Geometry
All things equal in the synchronized symphony
Like a jumping Jack inside the bilateral box
We take a peak when Heaven kindly knocks.
Updated...
Dec.28.2016
Out of the Box - Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
just children in a sandbox.
the kind of children that jump on the merry-go-round, and while spinning, stretch out their hands to grab someone- a subconscious need (if not just tendency) to seek community in experience.
children like these, stuffed together in this sandbox.
and we all got sticks,
drawin' lines in the sand.
and we all got tricks
in sleeves to meet our demands.
children like these, stuffed together in this sandbox.
screamin' about who's dad is better.
my eyes drifted, for an instant, from the sand mound
to be enlightened to the vastness of this playground.
and, as if i were awaking for the first time,
i stood up, left the sand, left the sticks, left the lines,
and i decided to do something more my own size.
as i become a man, i need to put away childish things.
for today, i see in a mirror dimly, but then- face to face;
today, i know in part, but then- i will know fully, just as i've been fully known.
Out of the box I can't wait to see what's in store
Out of the box I waited so long to see a bright haze
Out of the box it's a sunny day filled with smiles
No more pain
Out of the box I'm making new strides
Out of the box back with my pride
No more sorrow
Out of the box a new tomorrow
Out of the box maybe there's hope
Out of the box I won't let go
Copy@written July 2013
OUT OF THE BOX
The end may become a beginning,
to go away can be to arrive,
life,as nature has its seasons,
sometimes short bit oftimes long;
To sense the aroma of change,
to experiment a new attire,
walking without a map,
looking forward,neverback;
The past,as yesterday,will ever be
remembered,blessed,but filed away,
a stage,a stepping stone
a springboard to another day.
Today is done,tomorrow will be
a future advnture,rests with thee
Listen to me read this poem on youtube under name ichthyschiro
Wings of an Angel that are not so white...
Mine are just a little discolored
from what should be right...
I tried to sing but silence stole the stage...
I'm now trapped in a box of
of words without a page...
I will scratch on these walls till it makes some sense...
And then whisper a song until it
tears down the fence...
On the other side I shall stand upright with my pen...
And in the air I will scribe from
where I've been...
The end may become a beginning,
to go away can be to arrive,
life,as nature has its seasons,
sometimes short bit oftimes long;
To sense the aroma of change,
to experiment a new attire,
walking without a map,
looking forward,neverback;
Th past,as yesterday,will ever be
remembered,blessed,but filed away,
a stage,a stepping stone
a springboard to another day.
Today is done,tomorrow will be
a future advnture,rests with thee.
Better World Books boxes stacked to my right
I wonder at the words hidden from my sight
Could go on-line and browse the site
To see what other authors' write
But I'm not sure I want the fright
Some days so good not to know
The power went out along time ago
But for now it is turned on
Lets hope it all isn't another con
The competition doesn't bother me at all
I fight with myself enough as I take the last curtain call
I fall
But on my knees God is tall
And He lifts me up to carry the ball
So I continue to go
To toss, to throw
To play
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