Tuesday, May 26, 2020

I promise you’ll have enough dreams to choose from.

After every morning reach the awesome feeling so that you won’t loose one.

It’ll be in your karma to repurpose the ugly ones.

We’re ordinary people dreaming an alternative life to veer from.

Act as you know, though you don’t, so your imagination flows on.

Count to three, take a breath, and drive through the illusions of stress.

And face a fear, for the other side dreams come undone.

It’s scary like a negro named Larry, but…

He’ll be the one pissing his pants as courage outweighs weary, thus…

Forever going forth each fork in the road; dare me.

Anxieties of my past which got me here; bare with me.

Stories of the fool who dreams daily without rules; embarrassing.

A journey so rare but unto you I pray to share; join for free.

Stillness through the night and breathing mighty light; births new life.

Thinking overnight allowing visions to show what’s right; there is a price.

A becoming of the black sheep; an insane repeat…

Of good things no one sees, and managing our negative peeps’.

For those who see, them who see when shown, and they who choose not to see, for I’ve repeated Leonardo Da Vinci.

An appreciation to a passing artist and a feature photo into this poetic read.

This concludes today’s memorial of an artist sharing an alternative humane dream.

And a reminder of how our colors misrepresent some things.

-Budd

Feature Photo: Last Supper, wall painting by Leonardo da Vinci, c. 1495–98, after the restoration completed in 1999; in Santa Maria delle Grazie, Milan.Images Group/REX/ Shutterstock.com