Sunday, September 22, 2013

Quatrain-O-tha' Day 9.22.13 : Week 3 RECAP


Casual adherence opens to solitary one-up-ed-ness,
 
As the voices of a thousand followers infect my brain.

Dominant memories spread like melted margarine,

And make up the made up back story of each and every refrain.
 


A vision has been cast, deep into the sea of reality.

The current is strong, but overpowered by conviction.

Steps are taken for sacrifices yet to be made.

The path is unclear, but never doubt the destination.

 

Dig in, dig deep, but only if you truly dig it.

Press on, but this time without the nail glue.

Move forward, be bold, give the heads a reason to turn.

Forget the masses, take your cue, relate to only a few.

 

I'm reaching for something that I'm quite sure is there.

Not knowing exactly what it is, but that I will play a part.

Always searching, listening, scratching at the layers.

Even if I never see it, I will always feel it in my heart.

 

Beats beat the alternative, alternating in frequency as they do frequently.

I've always had a deep appreciation for pain and adversity, conversely.

Not in a masochistic fashion, despite the raging fashion.

Clarity and focus are quite focused when they are communal property.

 

All bets are off, off to the races, race you to the coffee pot.

Everyone drink up, up the ante, ante up and place your bet.

I'm betting on caffeine, for it is my friend, friends to the end.

It's the best there is, or ever was, and for now all that you gonna get.

 

Rise and shine fun seekers there are worlds to conquer outside these doors.

Dragons need slaying, ditches need digging, and paper begs to be pushed.

Throw your humdrum a serious curve ball, just to see it squirm a little.

Chase the setting sun with gusto, only to stop, admire, and refuse to be rushed.

 

In one; stay cool, keep loose, and don't forget the ever important waggle.

Wiggle your way into the conversation, be polite, they won't mind.

Share the moment, be free with your auditory receptors, meld with the moment.

It's yours after all, be yourself, be the one you strive to be, be uber kind.


Awareness of one's singular rationality is mildly overrated.

Outdated constants conveniently berate the inherent soul.

How many esoteric words can you fit into one post.

As I'm digging it out, someone keeps filling in the hole.


An overpowering thrust of inadequacy typically means that you will soon breakthrough.

 
It is important during this short respite to determine what it is you will be breaking,

Through it all nothing else matters except for the velocity and the distance of,

Which we rarely have any input or control over either of these two factors, bacon.

 

Now step back, bite your tongue, and prepare yourself for an extra helping of pie.

The humble variety, baked by all by your lonesome, no fork or napkins for miles.

Come now, this is not the time for shyness, clean that plate and seal your fate.

Listen carefully, fully care for the listening, don't go and deny yourself the uncomfortable smiles.

 

When doubt begins to creep in and change management becomes the phrase that pays,

Stick to your glue guns, hammer out the details, and bucket all of your fears.

These are just signs that are you are getting closer to success and teetering on greatness.

Stand up, shine on, and get ready to blow it up, the debutant ball awaits your arrival.......

 

Test the limits, refuse the standard, and color outside of  the lines.

Push back the detraction, deny the distractions, and find your getty-up.

These are the times that separate the 'here's how I' and the 'I really should've'.

Advice time is over, this is uncharted ground anyhow, so now let's head-up.


 
Where's the time, find the time, make the time to recharge and enlarge.

Open up the flood gates despite warnings of leakage on the labialization.

Prepare the life rafts and grab the doomsday kit on the way out.

Way out, there on the cusp, beyond the cleft and through the door of perception.

 

Blessed to be a blessing, moved to make a move, inspired to inspire.

Chalk it up as a blackboard mystery, no need to reinvent the wheel now.

Just take some action, with careful footing, but for goodness sakes do something.

Even if it's not right, stagnation is the enemy at this point, do all that they allow.

 

Offer up some props, where props are due, offer it up, don't wait for kind.

Clarify to rectify, then do nothing but listen, really listen, with your ears.

Mind your manners, smile like you mean it, cause you do, relate, then instigate.

The only thing keeping you from letting the love in your heart come out is fears.

 

So I've got this ongoing poem that has to be written.

After all it's not exactly going to write itself.

I'm not going to say that I haven't had any help.

With potential mentors all around me I can hardly say I'm all by myself.


 
Working it in, working it out, taking it in, taking it out.

Every one's waiting, waiting it out, racking it up, pushing it by.

Solace is waning, wanting a break, can't feel the heat, can't stop the leak.

Looking around instead of staring down, eyes to wall, eyes to the sky. 

 

We search for the moments that add fire to our souls.
 
Running towards a door, dropping baggage on the way.

Listening hard for that morsel that will change the game.

For it's not how we play, but rather whether or not we stay.




A consortium of ideas would really get the proverbial pot stirred well.

Connecting one's circles is not as simple as connecting the dots.

Well worth the work if the result leads to effective actions.

Cooperative fruition beats ideas that sit on the vine and rot.

 

Sit up, kick back, just make sure that you play your part well.

It doesn't matter if casting has been set for this production.

Step up, dance strong, and project your voice despite the vacuum.

Your time will come, the curtain will fall, there will be an induction.

 

If you wish to make assumptions, make them really stick.

When the time comes to wail, put your back into the effort.

Once the dust settles and the wash is done, all that is remembered,

Is whether or not you chose the right socks to wear onto the court.


-b2


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