In the silence of my mind words and phrases run rampantly as though on a super highway of thought. Exuberant are the many ideas that insight my vocabulary palate. Yet I am somehow aloof to how unmanageable this authoric predator lurking inside of me is, by just randomly giving suggestive ideas that come from seemingly nowhere. And the dots have to be connected in order to be deemed digestable to the reader. Help!

In case you’re wondering, this is not the ravings of a deranged person, just my waking thoughts. While simultaneously writing a poem for the Poetry Corner. This mental multi-tasking as I back away and observe—puts me in a place of mysterious wonderment.

How amazing is the creative mind — it can be on an exotic escavation in Egypt while trying to runaway from the everyday madness we call life, into another rabbit hole of mystery that is yet to be discovered.

In my short analysis, I have come to find that creativeness has no limits. No matter the realm you are in. Boundless, beautiful, and bountiful; rather intentional or not, is what keeps the real writer moving along with pen in hand.

Now that you’ve gotten some more power to propel…Get back to those darn keys and create! Until next week…Blessings and Peace!

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