This is a spoken work poem that I wrote and performed at a small cafe in my town where musicans and poets gather to perform their art. It is so wonderful to have a place where artist's support other artist's. Here goes...
THOUGHTS ARE THINGS
Thoughts are things
And how do I know?
When I think a thought
Where does it go?
Thought goes with the flow of the energy it embodies
Dissolves energy from the soul like the ozone layer eats at the atmosphere
Lavishes the heart with abundant Rockefeller dreams energizing inner seams
Torments the messes in your absent minded head
That forgot "you are what you think" before it is said
We're on a metaphysical treadmill of Making---Shit---Happen
Maybe on the verge of brillant brain wave intentions that seek to become inventions to rescue the planet from its plank walking designs
The soul sends out crackling maple wood campfire smoke signals that burn at your consciousness as the scarlet ambers of your life creations drift like sparkling fire flys
Lucid hints gnaw your inner artist with tiny bites if icing sugar innovation
So you'll sibilate the inspiration you stifle back with your short term energy relieving behaviours that constipate creativity, bar you prisoner in the land of doubt and screech chalkboard denials to nullify your addictions
Thoughts are things
Thoughts linger in the atmosphere like the scent of fresh baked bread drifting aimlessly from a Mennonite kitchen
Yes we are manifestor magicians thinking jolly green giant ladder thoughts
And sometimes sell our souls to our inner dancing devlish demons
We dwell in the secret place emanating life from a deep mind cave
Playing hide and seek, waiting to get out and BECOME THINGS!
You can become a :
Rocketer on a star
Superflasher
Party crasher
Debonair
Walking on air
Secret spy
Melodramatic eye
We create like black widow spiders with knitting needle legs floating on strings weaving webs of everything
Weaving life in patterns of strife
Snowflake white dreams laced with party screams
Macrobiotic diets that bring wholeness and health leading to wealth
Trips around the world with any boy or girl
Clandestine affairs with bored rich unlikely pairs
Weaving whatever you wish...choose your dish...
I can create a sizzling, snappy, insightful, drop dead amazing creative geniusness, that dazzles and frazzles a world of THINKERS WHO THINK WIDER & HARDER THAN MY WILDEST WOBBLING THOUGHT EVER THUNK TO THINK!
YES! THOUGHTS ARE THINGS
Hope you enjoy. I welcome any thoughts on the ideas in the poem and would enjoy it if anyone has their own or another piece of writing on the subject of the power of the mind
May Peace be with you
Medicine Woman
