Weather The Storm

No, that is not my home partially submerged in the depths of nature’s buoyant and tempered behavior. Unfortunately, it was the property of a close and anonymous person that suffered from the storming rage ensued by her ire.

Irene affected all of us, in more ways than others. Luckily for most of us in the northeast region, we avoided the potential catastrophe that would have left thousands of us devastated by its trail of omnipotence. Through the graces of God, or nature’s sudden change in mood, it downgraded into something less threatening, endurable, and something to be thankful, ironically. In times of bad weather and levels of darkness, a glimpse of light shined through the murky clouds. Possibly, we took it for granted.

This weekend, I spent my fun-filled and productive two days with close family by which I don’t see too often. To sum up my experience, we drank, socialized and watched movies as well as I reviewed some construction drawings, read and wrote; it was somewhat refreshing. I took time for myself as well as others, devoting a part of me and sharing our concealed fear of what was to come, also, enjoying what we already had, each other. Also, its another historical event added to my personal and hand written memory.

The newly formed tropical storm with high expectations brought us closer together. I am thankful for one less tree leaning on my house like it’s my best buddy and for all the ones that shared their concerns.

I Smock Salute!
Jeff L.

Poetry In Motion: The Psychology Of Vicariousness

“I sip the Dom P, watching Gandhi til I’m charged. Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin” ~ Nasir Jones

An emotional filter can be defined as an expression exerted through the vicariousness of self onto others or objects in the form of feelings brought upon through various mannerisms. “Sippin Dom P” and possibly “watching Gandhi til your charged” can be an outward filter if you choose that route; also, food, friends, sex, exercise, music, prayer and meditation.

Psychology plays a big role in life (not to sound like an expert). It affects the way we think and feel daily. Hence, our emotions are an intangible that is sometimes delicately and forcefully bestowed onto the third person in order to pragmatically get your point across.

Although a few filters such as food, alcohol and sex have been a contribution in one way or the other, the one that has emphatically contributed on a deeper level is the relationship between the ink and myself.

It lives vicariously through me as well as others. Its trustworthy and honest in everyway considering that its “you”. Psychologically, it’s one’s release therapy! It’s definitely mine amongst other things.

“So here’s a temporary fix from your permanent flaws. This album helps you to release cause life is irkin us all.” ~ Christopher Bridges

Here you go!

“Release Therapy”

Speak To Me

As I flow through my thoughts so fluidly

And beautifully

Silent in thought

Eyes gazed into emptiness unfulfilled

Yet to be fulfilled like a page without a sentence

Screaming for words to express the hunger

My only appetite is (w)rite.

I explore in the essence of glory

Pent up emotions bottled from imperfections

Unreleased through time

I have a Coke bottle mind

Eating away like lyme disease

An itching infection circulating beneath the epidermis of my skin

Circulating in circulatory fashion like an Hermes retail store

Storage of all that is fine linen

Such a luxury bestowed through my veins

Painted in ink

Not all things are mink

Warmth turns to frozen tundra

Only to melt at the sign of spring

Rushing faster than the droplet of water from the sink

Drained from shed of tears

Plus fears

Wanting out

Awaiting freedom

Let the Liberty Bell ring

Allow its livelihood to resonate and sing

As I live through the pen(cil)

That swings gracefully

I embrace my first beat

All the way to my last breath

I am a patient of patience.

This my release therapy

Jeff L.

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When It Rains, Let It Brainstorm

It’s 11:15pm…do you know where your mind is?

Of course, it’s massaged within the membranes of your cranium. Figuratively, it’s drifting away on a sailboat, stationary over seas until morning breaks; then it sets sails again to embark on a continuous journey.

Currently, my boat is on the verge of hauling at the dock yet filled with enough cargo (ideas or thoughts) on what to export (type) for your economical wealth (knowledge).

Well, I brainstormed on a lot of things this week by which varies from taking our surroundings for granted to the comparative notion of settling for mediocrity rather than pushing oneself to the apex of limitations. I also thought about giving away a sample poem, but that is always expected and far too repetitive.

My sailboat drifted towards undiscovered parts of “my” ocean to discover – nothingness and substance.

Now I’m speaking philosophically; what does that mean?

Seemingly, this contradiction doesn’t make sense, but with its entelechy, it holds truth. Considering that our mind’s travel over the buoyant vastness, we explore open air with clear skies and minimal cloud cover, only to produce a (b)rainstorm.

(B)rainstorm of ideas than spawn into fruition. The more it evolves, the grander the downpour. Hence, our minds act and react on the discovery.

In relation to writing, when it doesn’t rain, there is no ink that will drain all of the runoff into something creative on paper. Simple as that! So, no matter the weather, let it rain until the ocean can’t take anymore. Then, filter it into something that lasts: Written Art!

I will!

Until Next Time

Jeff L.

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