Myths, Muse, Mainsprings
Poetry is the most expressive and artistic form of language there is. It has been firmly secured within itself since the beginning of recorded history, providing a most unique form of universal common ground.
Poetry has no boundaries or limits. The sun, the moon, the stars, other galaxies, nature, other countries, cultures, religions, myth, fantasy, legend-even entire millenniums-are just a few pen strokes away. It reaches inside the deepest of emotions as nothing else can. It soothes and comforts the saddest of hearts, but most of all, it makes us think. The music of rhyme and free verse brands our mind and hearts with words that are not just distinct and profound, but with a strong heart-felt romance as well.
We envision ourselves, and often allow ourselves to physically and mentally attempt to become pioneers, explorers, and kings inside this trumped-up world of invention. Our personalities become forged by the figments of these imaginations each time we enter inside these seemingly legendary places.
Our fantasized customs, beliefs, and social ideals, are individually delineated into what we term a semi-real state of being which allows each mythical theme and character of the human imagination to present itself as an embodiment of past, present, and sometimes futuristic cultures. The modern definition of "myth" is: "a traditional story that primarily deals with supernatural beings; a fantasy handed down by tradition...." With this definition in mind, stories of our supernatural heroes and ancestors, combined with invented shapes concocted and hatched inside minds of mortals, provide vivid and timely glimpses of an imagined immortality.
We can now say that a myth must first be inspired to enter the realm of reality. Even if it just remains a mere thought, it still becomes a part of not only our own, but societies mainspring as well because it inspires us to think and sometimes causes us to react.
Often our time spent away from reality has a tendency to appear too brief, mainly because myths and fantasies offer the reality traveler an escape to a forbidden world that challenges our nature to explore. These brief absences from the conscious mind are the only links to enchantment and romance, thus keeping us engrossed, and entwined in realities whimsical infusions.
Created on the looms of thought and experience, are thread-like bits and pieces of reality and fantasy. As the threads become interwoven, a dream begins to take form, but does not fully expose its true colors without first reaching the stage of near completion. -from Weaving A Dream
Such is a heaven, a utopia of the minds creation. A perfect escape away from realities madness, is revealed as dreams cutting through the thick haze, thus exposing the images of the imagination to first light. To the dreamer, the images are harmless and void. To the interpreter, the only possible description remains an obscure perception of a utopia still trapped inside human madness. -from Exiting Reality
Trained inside the make-believe battlefields of the mind, young soldiers stand ready to take their place in futuristic combat against enemies that perhaps have not breathed their first gasp of air. Such an innocent game of fantasy eventually crosses the line into reality when the make-believe weapons become real and demand to be utilized. -from Paper Hats And Soldiers
A hollow and distant sound-far away, but close enough to per- manently penetrate a young and vulnerable heart. A call for my soul to be at peace with my surroundings, the voice of a life-long friend that I will hear no matter how great the distance. A sound that I will never turn away, or allow to be stolen by an enemy, whose mission is to deafen my ears, and rob my still vulnerable soul of peace. -from My Special Bell
We were born young and simplistic, and through the passing of time, transformed into the realms of the complex. Only through the eyes of innocence can things remain in simple form. Perhaps we should consider leaving most things where they simply belong. -from Youthful Simplicity
An image of inspiration and hope watches over the nearby towns. It reassures and strengthens our faith each time we look up and see it pressed against the sky. It's a solemn reminder of our faith-who we are, who we were, and what we often lose sight of when our attentions are diverted toward another horizon. -from White Cross
Lives frozen in time, and by an event-unable to move in a forward progression. Physical movements, and many traumatized thoughts, search among our frozen tundras-amidst a world of trapped in a slow motion existence desperately yearning to again find warmth and comfort for the cold soul.
Who hears our silent inner cries for help when we can no longer cope with our tragedies? Who is strong enough to help us break the hardened ice-pack that binds our rivers? Who will God send as His messenger to help break this ice, and allow our inner river to once again flow and exhibit life abundant? -from Ice Breaker
Memories of a unforgettable time and place-the friends, the relatives, and acquaintances who have touched our lives, form a bond so special, that it lasts for generations, and spans hundreds of years. Special moments, special people, in a special time, with a special love and passion for life, passes the legacy to the next generation in the hopes of preserving a God-given heritage, and hoping their lives won't be forgotten. -from Counting Cows
My favorite spot to sit and stare, my favorite rock is my time machine that allows me to peer backwards through the remnants of half-decayed relics, and listen to the voices of apparitions who now make their homes within the swirling winds. Their eerie whispers embrace my mind, begging for remembrance, and the assurance that their mostly forgotten stories will continue to be told, and not be allowed to disappear forever in time. -from Whisper Mountain
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