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Bright Depth

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Depth to the depth

When shallow I’m hollow

A breath in and out

Time moves and I follow

Then in the West

We call out Apollo

His best must be left

In grooves that we follow

 

Daybreak has all of the plans

At night dreams start all over again

Lighting the way

Everyday

A test to the test

In fire I wallow

 

A splash of wisdom

A dash of defiance

I aim to be close to

Established compliance

I can’t complain

but we do need change

To challenge the system

And set a new stage

 

So today

I buck history

Mine and the world’s

Try to redesign meaning

Of words we’ve unfurled

Bright ideas, dark days

My optimism is pure

Work and believing

 

Confess to the rest

When shallow we’re hollow

A breath in and out

Success proves how to follow

Guessed to be best

The world shouts a loud call-out

The rest must be blessed

In grooves that we follow

 

Daybreak has all of the plans

At night dreams start all over again

At the height of day

I work and pray

Success at the test

In fire I wallow

 

Smoke is rising

Flames are twisting

I waver like a leaf in the heated breeze

No surprise

I’m resisting

To get past pain and find progress beneath

 

Our future is uncertain

and alternates positions

Staying strong in only one:

A stem of

Cool and calm visions

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The Tension Mounts

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I got raised by the sunshine,

What I complain about

ain’t the same to me anymore,

 

Got cloudy days that must suffice,

What they say is right

might not be the same to me tomorrow,

 

Live today and love the moment

Soak in sunshine as it cures you,

 

Live today and love the moment

Soak in sunshine as it guides you,

 

Then hit the heights as the tension mounts,

The desert days are high and dry,

It may be cold at night

but hot as hell for me tomorrow,

 

The winter rains are cold as ice,

But the fire inside

Will be the same to me forever more,

 

Live today and sense the changes

Feel the pain and then stop the pounding,

 

Live today and sense the changes

Taste the rain as it soaks and bounces,

 

Live today and work for progress

Then hit the heights as the tension mounts,

Make the most of life:

Always

The sun rises,

 

One time to burn

One time to heal

One time to learn

One time to feel

Make your move when it counts

Embrace the moment while the tension mounts

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Pathways

 

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Pathways

 

Ever-present desire to succeed and challenge,

Fragments of time hang on the nervous door hinge,

In the skies there is a fiery orange,

In the brain, in the mood, in the path,

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Consequential change of the integrated feeling,

Brings a far-fetched mood that sends me reeling,

Enduring trance set by the cosmic dealing,

Just from proof, of a move, in the path,

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In the rising travel to find what dreams yield,

Synchronicity is uplifting, (a plain thing)

In the vast expanse of this energy field,

The ground is ever-shifting:

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Shifting shapes in the rain, rising up to the sky,

Misty memory reflects all that you think,

And I think if I fall I will surely:

Dive deeper, into this massive mental landscape,

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Border dreams, real as rock,

Where’s the path?

Gridlock,

Shaking heads, shaking thoughts,

Can’t get through gridlock

Gridlock

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Saturate the idol with a figment of power,

And you will find a fate-changing flower,

Iridescent lights in the sixty-watt shower,

Creating strength, in the groove, in the path,

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Confirmation of an intriguing notion,

Visions that lure an unreal emotion,

Diligent work spent on devotion,

Such a waste, fail to cross, to a new path,

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In minute thoughts we process and explore,

Infinite possibilities passing,

With immaculate balance I reach for the door,

But still I find myself grasping:

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Grasping leaves as I run, as fast as I am free,

Factual forest, reflects all that you think,

And I think if I fall I will surely

Dive deeper, into these firmly grounded beliefs,

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Waking dreams, real as rock

There’s the path:

Gridlock,

Shaking hands – shake in shock,

Must get through:

Gridlock,

Peace of mind from lucid talk,

Flowing through

Gridlock

Gridlock.

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Confidence

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Delve deep into the sunrise,

Not far from now the night dies,

Suppressing nothing the mind finds,

And yesterday falls behind,

Stretching out into memories,

Archived for the next day I need,

Or ever more:

The sunshine’s freed,

Delicious day,

Desirable,

Divine,

And only for a few moments it might unwind,

The seconds when I’m uncertain in time,

An anxious moment, and I’m dead in my tracks,

 

Without you, I’m dead in my tracks,

 

Diving down into a frown, I fall all the way down,

Without your light, or dreams at night,

I can’t get around and I’m dead in my tracks,

 

Confidence returns, when I face the facts,

Anxiety fades, and good health comes back,

Peace of mind comes from love of life,

I learn to relax,

 

I breathe through the mountains and their forest trees,

I peer through the skies and feel through the seas,

I clamber through the attic built up in my mind,

And run electrical wire through visions that I find,

Coursing through my brains are my future plans,

In my pounding heart, my love of life sure stands,

Even though I feel humble, I still sweat certain pride,

I buzz with energy, that I can never hide,

 

Somewhat off or simple, this demeanor might seem,

All I really want is human harmony to stream,

If we find fairness in the rivers, instead of social stress,

We can climb the banks, and leave this muddy mess,

Chip away at brilliance, find knowledge on the run,

Rise through the valleys, reach into the sun,

Pull down meaningful faith, and media to trust,

Equality on the earth, and peace that is robust,

 

Voice like a volcano, the internet explodes,

Sometimes my screen glows happily, sometimes woe it bodes,

Silent snow-capped peaks in the dead of summer,

Yet fiery flames spewing, if winter has your number,

Identity comes from how we live and learn,

If our resolution is a rock, it will never burn,

For our hard world to survive, we must pool all our forces,

To protect all good lives, we must fairly share resources,

 

Confidence in peace can get us through each day,

Optimism flows when we climb up all the way,

Get past setbacks, escape the traps we trip,

When we endure, we find the cure, our faith sharp as a whip,

Be true to all we love, forge strength to do what’s right,

Don’t get lost in dreams, past the edge of night,

Got to dig the sunrise, have hope and trust ourselves,

With a confident outlook, our progress deeper delves

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Awareness of Nature

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Awareness of Nature:  Camping in British Columbia – To Get Away

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Work and stress can give life a frantic feel,

The fever and fret may seem way too real,

I look up to clouds, with my breath falling,

The wind is whistling, weekend-off calling,

Rain burst slants sideways, person’s proud chest sags,

I run above ground, home to pack my bags,

It’s all been planned out – we leave right at five,

We deserve this chance, want to feel alive,

More than a robot, an ordered machine,

This free soul living, a sentient being,

So many days torn, between now and then,

When I get away, won’t get trapped again,

Slowly we pull free from the parking stall,

And we won’t look back, all we need – we haul,

We are on our way, up into the hills,

To camp in the wild, Canadian thrills,

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Cool cascading falls, rock’s ages shaped sheer,

Trees towering tall, cradle all life here,

Down way far below, on the forest floor,

Miracles abound, a dream scene and much more,

Mossy stumps and ferns, mushrooms hide tree sprites,

Creatures crawl from logs, cold clear creek invites,

Birds sing melodies, both ancient and new,

Grace us for moments, then gone as on cue,

Stunning green playing-field, setting so divine,

True breath of fresh air, no hotel is as fine,

The carpet – softer, on this floor I stand,

This music – sweeter, than a big town band,

Colours dazzle here – more than neon lights,

More intrigue excites, in these forest nights,

My love and I here, cool kids in their tent,

Now our time is free, and the day has been spent,

***

Awake to morning, no alarm to face,

No rushing traffic, no daily rat race,

Rainbows shine in dew, on webs, twigs and grass,

Coffee brewed on flame, of the campfire blasts,

Sitting on camp chairs, no straining muscles,

No aloof boss shouts, while our team hustles,

Instead a squirrel chirps, saying that we’re here,

So we share some nuts, over lunch: pop or beer,

As the day heats up, need not sweat it out,

We head to the lake – good times are about,

Before leaving site, we first douse the fire,

We pack some food tight, guitar to inspire,

The sun follows us, a friend – not a master,

Beneath our feet: mulch, helps us hike faster,

But no rush today, no hypocrite’s whip,

We are far from that, on this camping trip,

***

Climbing through branches, brave greens bless my brow,

Beyond that – sparks gold, lake shining bright now,

Clear to the bottom, aqua shades in glass,

Sand-shores diving deep, mountains sink far past,

Glaciers chiseled time, eons made this place,

This instant is pure, as today keeps pace,

Trees border the lake, hot sun gives this life,

Still: clouds, moon, and stars, fetch glory from strife,

In this fine daytime, greatness comes from love,

All part of nature, some comes from above,

The robin-egg blue, or black with white light,

The feeling we have, can come day or night,

Cool, smooth and flowing, not out on a limb,

We splash down today, get in for a swim,

Floating, paddling, immersed in a dream,

Carried back to camp, by the last sun beam,

***

Final night we pack by crackling fire,

Telling tall stories, as flames twist higher,

An owl reminds us, we are not alone,

Within these late moments, we’ll never go home,

Impression that lasts, we laugh, feast and drink,

Echoing voices, in nature we think,

The crickets and frogs, seem to always know,

Just when we arrive, and when we will go,

Join with their wisdom, their sound mixed with ours,

To keep it simple, here under the stars,

Aware of presence, with no lasting stress,

Just singing again, true needs and no less,

But really we too, feel complex footsteps,

Out in the forest, this reflex is kept,

Sacred harmony, so surely time tells,

True tests of nature, there is nothing else

 

By Mike Scott 09/15

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Absolute Madness

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Painting by Lee Matuga

 

Absolute Madness (2012)

The earth is quaking, waking – you’re faking passion until you make your next dollar,

Don’t delete the last note written in amassed gold, that must be as pure as the finest icy waters,

Your worth is estimated, the trap is baited – Some time unravels until the next catch is made,

 

You play it so fast – It lasts, with no disregard for the social relevance,

Born hypocrite, slow fits are taking over my persistence in sincere elements,

Can’t stop the battle, it rattles and the echoes could drive you insane,

 

Where you travel never was:

Forgotten in emotion,

You’ve found a new mood, a goal too,

Nothing will ever be the same,

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There is a good route, its absolute,

It could be like it never was,

Found where you never traveled:

Now you’re lost in emotion,

Nothing will ever be the same,

Or will it?

 

The beast is waiting, baiting, no gate for the equine – you could be on the next course,

Growing your wings fast, you will soon sing past the forgiven time when you had to do all their chores,

The feasting is tasty, in the sky a pastry, there’s absolutely no reason not to sink through the clouds,

 

Wash your plate clean, fate seen – mop the mess you have made with the shirt off your back,

Do not leave a new stain, or be seen in pain, wipe up traces of your ungodly red dirt fast,

You are only mortal, there is the portal – you will feel better if you learn to forget

Or will you?

 

The god is tidy the shore is hiding, underneath the majestic moon way above,

The love has a pride and the mood is riding, you are aware your friends have not yet been late,

If you should ever fall, just recall: it’s the absolute madness that we have all made

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Natural teacher

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Branches of searching cedar reach to me,

Immensely kind, strong gestures of a tree,

Knows all that passes, centuries aware,

Embracing glance, an immovable stare,

Rocky bluff stretches, mountain bobs and weaves,

The coloured ground ripples with roots and leaves,

From mulch fern emerge, symmetric green frills,

Random growth springs free, whatever Earth wills,

Waterfalls shining, with bright sparkling gleams,

Hidden moment below, pool deeply dreams,

Creek joins others, brooks become a river,

Dripping wet creature begins to shiver,

Each season, all year, spirits return here,

Teach reason, not fear, forever lurks near

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Steady

Once more. I wrote this about twenty years ago. It is about the struggle with art and mood. The relevance here is that I am working hard to find ways to improve people’s quality of life. This is the main reason why I started this blog. So far it’s been fun, anxious, and sometimes harsh! I am working on revising a few ideas. Good times!

This poem draws on some very deep feelings and some monumental challenges. The ‘resolution’ is more realistic: find shelter, try to be relaxed, be optimistic, have friends, and be good to yourself. Written around 1992.

Again – the dialectic, the opportunity to share ideas, can help solve a lot of problems: boiling down wild ideas into pragmatic truths. Until we are content and the problems that we challenge are solved – we persevere. Taking time to relax is important. This can be a luxury, but learning to relax in difficult situations can enable a steady balance that can encourage success.

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Steady

Thinking about things, outside of this world,

Could have understood it, but now I’m unsure,

Sky’s clouded over – life’s ways become hazy,

Lights fading away, today’s driving me crazy,

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Looking up above at a wet grey sky,

So much sadness and I wonder why,

Rain starts coming, down, down, again,

Soaked to the bone, it’s pouring rain,

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Thinking so hard, mud slides in torrential rain,

Digging for some answers, dug deadly insane,

I made an advance, I know I made a good impression,

Hardly learning my lesson, they say maybe manic depression,

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A cycle of life, a system easy enough to see,

Situation goes to hell, don’t know what to believe,

Thought I had a foothold, but in confusion caught,

Slip-sliding fast, no support for my thoughts,

Slip-sliding too fast…

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A thought flashes brightly in the night of my mind,

Together but all alone,

Try to run for cover, in confusion and fear,

Scared senseless by thunder’s fierce tone,

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Falling down, help! When will I make it out?

I’m up to my neck in a pool of doubt,

Sinking down, down,

Deep down into despair,

Listen to what I say: it’s not too much to bear,

Too much to think,

Here comes the weight of the world landing on my shoulders:

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Split by enlightening,

blistering shock,

nowhere to run and hide, my legs won’t walk,

Like steel rain,

on my brain,

Pain beats ice down on my head,

Wounds still bleeding wounds, already done bled,

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Talking bloody blue-sky after the storm we had?

Freezing up cold all hopes that have gone bad,

Frozen…

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Thinking about things inside of this world,

May understand, in fact I’m pretty sure,

Blue skies overdue after the storm we had,

People who find shelter, can always be glad,

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Looking up above at a bright blue sky,

So many people see it at any time,

Here comes the weather, for another long day,

Exploding with energy, every single last ray,

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Thinking slowly, from a different perspective,

It is just within reach, found a new objective,

I made the decision, hell made a good impression,

Finally learned the lesson, I can fight off depression,

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So, life beckons, though time again changes,

Not the only one to find so much pain, just,

Work and be taxed, then find a way to relax,

With a stage that can always get better,

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Just wait one second, time rearranges,

Not the only one to find life so strange, just,

Relax and find fun, take the long run,

With a change for the better end

In the clouds

In the rain

Or in the sun

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Ritualization (Soul Occupation)

Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t even think,
There is a form to the madness,
A path from the chaos,
Can’t talk, can’t walk, can’t hold a drink,
There is a flow of the progress,
A jump from the pathos
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Framed passage to the next level,
Still holding on, Building and grasping,
Chosen item for the next ritual,
Rhythm for life is taking control
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There is a new birth to the desire,
Want something to move you higher,
Actually finding more and more,
Soul occupation
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Might try, might push, might even fall,
There is a growth of the presence,
A path and a method,
Might drink, might smoke, might even call,
There is a room for the distance,
A jump to go get it
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Graded passage to the next level,
Still holding on, Building and grasping,
There’s a catalyst for the next ritual,
Rhythm of life, Take control
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There is a new stage of the desire,
Want something just to inspire,
Actually finding more and more,
Soul occupation
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Just learn, just yearn, yah try to take,
There is a class for the madness,
But not for the chaos,
Just work, just stretch, but just don’t break,
There’s payment for the time spent,
But not for the anxious
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Hard labour for the next promotion,
Still holding on, building and gasping,
You’re the subject of the next ritual,
Rhythm of life, Takes control
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There is satisfaction of the desire,
Everyday something to inspire,
Forever more,
Soul occupation
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Do we make it? (Daily Quest)

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Do we make it?

Let’s face it,

Life changes all the time,

Chasing the dream, growing the treasure,

Are they going to take away all of our pleasure?

 

Just for a day, follow the concrete,

Surely going to claw back until we are complete,

The sidewalk, the curb,

The road with no freedom,

All it is there for, is to channel our need of:

 

Forward progression,

Look ahead:

I’ve got a compass that is chipped in one place,

It keeps on spinning, and I can still read the face,

Something magnetic about the dreams that we chase,

First we find the map, now we run the maze,

 

Finding out life is easy,

Remember what you need,

Now, it doesn’t seem so easy,

Unravel time’s travel as you gradually succeed,

 

Do you hate me?

Push through it – I have loved you all the time,

Finding the moment, fix the reception,

So it can be seen in its true complexion,

 

Just to be alright now, create a new pathway,

Then come back later, much before the last day,

Of the week, the month,

The year with no ending,

Can the vision be realized without comprehending?

 

Forward progression,

I’ve got a thought about changing this place,

But, it’s not going to matter, if I can’t make a case,

Abstract solution, to help win this race,

Putting words into action, in an empty space,

(in a peaceful place, in your mind)

 

Finding out life is easy,

Predict just what you’ll need,

Now, it doesn’t seem so easy,

Envision time’s precision as you gradually succeed

 

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The Mind’s Back Door

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You won’t know what you’ve got until you get inside,

No, you won’t know a thing until you’ve been and tried,

Wake up into our eternal home,

We’re on our own, but not alone,

 

You won’t know what you’ve got until you get inside,

No, you won’t know a thing until you’ve been and tried,

Wake up into the great unknown,

Thoughts are the wealth, found all alone,

 

Eyes looking at me like they know something,

Looking at me with some kind of offering,

Wise and kind guide may take your hand,

Present a solution, save all of this land,

 

Conceive it, if you can,

Believe in, a master plan,

Conceive it, it has all been planned,

Understand,

 

Look to the skies above, the clouds are boiling,

If God’s looking down, why are we still toiling?

Wake up into our eternal home,

Into this place we all are thrown,

 

The fair earth is below and the weather’s rising,

We need rest, it is so compromising,

Walking through thoughts made of stone,

The energy within us, seldom shown,

 

You’re looking at me as if I’m insane,

You can’t be right, and I can’t explain,

Try hard, real hard, to figure things out,

Feelings bottle up, think away doubt,

(A little spirit)

 

What are you looking for?

Find it right outside your mind’s back door,

 

What are you looking for?

Find it right outside my mind’s back door,

 

The fair earth is below, media hypnotizing,

We crave the sun, it’s not surprising,

Walking through thought, we must atone,

The energy within us waits to be shown . . .

Follow inside into insight

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Intermittent Intimate

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Some might say, ‘opposites attract’.  In today’s world social situations can be very diverse and people can be brought together for a vast number of reasons.  People meet through random encounters, through work, school, on-line or many other types of association.

The following poem seems to be fairly self-explanatory to me.  I think it may reflect a very common relationship in modern society.  I would strive for more consistency, and it may be difficult to exist like this, but I think it is pretty normal.  I think that if love is found, perseverance is favourable.  It is also important to have awareness of when a relationship becomes too hard to handle, and if it is having a negative impact on you.  If you are living with negativity, this may arise from a lack of understanding, a backlash of your own behaviour, or also from the significant other’s behaviour. It is important to stand up for your health. If your health is being threatened – it may be necessary to challenge the status quo; Recognize the needs of others, but also assert your own needs.

Relationships can be very complex.  It would seem that love needs to be fiercely nurtured to promote health in a long-term relationship.  Open channels of communication, awareness of each other’s needs and willingness to compromise can be a good set of tools to work with.  When making decisions, I try to do this in a calm mood and always use reason – even when emotion also plays a role (or especially when emotion plays a role).   If we try to see the net outcome of continuing a relationship, and see more benefits than costs, both emotionally and in terms of the health of all individuals affected by the relationship:  Perseverance is the best thing.  Sometimes we do have to look out for number one, but I also try to take all others into account when making decisions – within reason.

The Pace (Intermittent Intimate)

 

It’s raining today, but it’s kind of intermittent,

While yesterday’s massive storm left me drenched,

Even the calm does not refresh,

After the moments of stress,

You were twisting your words like a wrench,

 

Sticking in my head, where you have thrown them,

Where they have gone and still wait,

In my heart, you could total,

Where they have gone and soon fade

A ballot cast by the voter,

Rumbling low like a motor,

 

There’s a pain in my head, but it’s kind of intermittent,

While yesterday’s massive thirst has been quenched,

Now the peace is not quiet,

But like an internal riot,

I am twisting around in this trench,

 

You do not know, that you have carved it,

Where I’ve gone and still twist,

And I am still starving,

But the inner strengths never missed,

Just sometimes a target,

(really, just hardly?)

 

Roll with it,

Intimate,

Roll with it,

Always keep up with the pace,

 

It’s just another night, and the calm is intermittent,

Once in a while there is a good time to play,

It seems the calm can be refreshed,

And we can leave the daily mess,

A new mood comes around like sun rays,

 

Falling on our skin,

Where it is felt the most,

Where they are warm, but may burn,

In the world that we chose,

Where they are warm and we learn,

And we are getting so close –  love gently flows,

 

Roll with it, intimate,

Intermittent Intimate,

Intimate, stick with it… Intermittent Intimate

Premonition Now

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Painting: Lee Matuga

 

This is a poem about optimism.  I believe that optimism can contribute to success.  In psychology we learned about a ‘self-fulfilling prophecy’.  Doesn’t it seem like a good idea to be optimistic when these occur?

I have found that certain things can encourage optimism, such as: sunshine, looking up to the stars on a clear night and/or sitting by the waterside, like a river, lake or ocean. A connection with nature often helps calm the nerves and even promotes optimism.  If that time is endangered: this can be fuel to challenge troubles.

Some people are hardwired to have the desire to persevere and maintain or regain optimism. Even a walk in the park, a glimpse of the mountains, or gazing at the sky can help one gain strength by proving that nature will persevere…  Well then: So can I.

I think anytime is a good time to be optimistic. I am not saying that I always have unquestionable optimism, but I always strive for it.

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Premonition Now – Positively Change

When the season’s right upon life’s dealing,

It might tend to leave uncertain feelings,

But the recent changes in the weather,

Finds it lighter at the time of day and…

 

Another passage, you are thinking of it,

There is not a second you can ever doubt it,

You have changed – they are changing too, so,

Just about the time you make your move, no:

 

Disconcerting feelings,

Pondering unreal things,

Wishing it would finally happen:

Know that it is always

Sparkling in the water,

 

Jumping in, diving in,

Knowing only the stream as we are flowing,

Cold and moving, strong and proving,

There is always change,

 

When the timing’s pushing on your healing,

It might tend to send you through the ceiling,

And the recent changes from the mood swing,

Makes it harder, as if we can’t be choosing,

 

Every moment you are thinking of it,

There is not a minute you can ever doubt it,

They must change while you are changing too, so,

Just about the time you break on through, know:

 

A little ray of sunshine makes you happier than

The cloudy crowd that’s all around,

and dull and dim and on the ground,

Days fallen over your shoulder made you feel so sky-high,

Chance you couldn’t get hold of, made you feel like nighttime.

 

When the climate’s right upon your feeling,

It would even seem like you are stealing,

But the truth is: you are now the real thing,

Just like when you accidentally motioned:

 

Provision for good feelings,

Envisioning new real things,

Wishing success is happening:

Know that it is always

Sparkling in the water,

 

Jumping in, diving in,

Knowing only the stream as we are flowing,

Cold and moving, a song that’s soothing,

There is positively change,

 

A little ray of starlight makes you happier than

The darkened space that’s all around,

and full and real and the only sound,

One fallen over your shoulder made you feel so sky high,

One that you got a hold of, makes now the right time,

 

Jumping in, strive to win, following the river that is flowing,

Cold and moving, strong and proving,

There is positively change

 

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Days

I want to emphasize a point in maintaining optimism and not falling into despair. Part of this is about learning to harness the power of the future, and of possible future joy. As I mentioned, joy may be extremely rare, coming up – once in a blue moon… but this is all in perspective. Joy can be as simple as a conversation with a friend or a feeling of peace in art or beauty. It is often necessary to endure situations until we get to the next contented moment, and find that next joy. In some cases mindfulness may be best set on the future, with reminders from the past of what is good, and what we can expect. I pray that we all have something, however simple and temporary that we can look forward to: a drink to quench our thirst, a vision to behold, or the conversation of a friend or family to look forward to. Even our own creativity and thought can help keep us find content. It is important to persevere till we get to that moment. Enjoy the present, but if that is not possible, there is still something ahead that makes endurance worth waiting for.

The following poem was written in the mid to late nineties. My recent conversation brings me back to it.

Days

Got to choose your next move,
Got to do what you think
Is really going to make a difference,
In your little world,

Plush carpets and amber lights,
A ride that’s free in many ways,
Cushions on a couch save me,
Living hell for many days,
Long days,
How did I pass my time today,

Hard cold floors and bright lights,
My mind is cool most always.
Patterns on the walls they change,
In never-ending hallways,
Fall days,
How can I pass my time this way?
Anyways,

I’m climbing through. I’m climbing out,
It’s only me, just with everything else,
My soul within everything else,

Got to groove as you proceed,
Got to do what you think
Is really going to take you all the way,
To the next contented moment,

Tight with my fretful friend,
Fingers dance on steel to play,
Notes will tell the mood of life,
Come back for another day,
Any day,
How can we pass our time today?

Sitting on groves of green grass,
Trying to cure the grey day,
My blood thirst for red wine,
Just to pass the night away,
Far away,
How did I pass my time today?

Climbing free, climbing out,
It’s just me, with everyone else,
We’re so close to climbing out,
It is only work, forget everything else,
The soul without everything else,

Change of pace and growing old,
Forget about the distant days,
Still need to understand the soul,
And have something good to say,
Every day,
How did you pass your time today?

Finally free, finally out,
The soul is one and everything else,

Finally free, finally out,
The soul is one just with everything else!

***

The conclusion is a bit finite, but I really feel that it is whole. You need to have something good to say about every day: My couch was comfortable, patterns on the wall were interesting, and in my case, I played guitar. I recommend hobbies and mindfulness in simple pleasure that one can draw on in times when it is difficult to easily endure. It is important to be aware of potential joy as we are experiencing it. It is also necessary in times of stress, as a means of coping: to remember that there are always other moments to look forward to, sometimes just by looking inside.

The Shower Song ~ Intermittent Intimate (Ritualization)

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I recorded this about fourteen years ago (Around 2006).  People like it.  A lot.  I have recorded no other full songs and was only jamming a few times per year back then.  With the rest of my life surging forward, I have had less time to play although I do keep in touch with my close friend here and will one day before too long jam again…

Music 🙂

I sang off the top of my head, with very few memorized lyrics.  Above is the recording, with my friends also improvising on electric guitar and drums.  Lee Matuga on guitar also does some of the paintings that I post pics of, with my work on this site.  Adam is on drums.

This is one of my only poems with course language.  Years later I shared the recording with brand new colleagues (in 2011).  Mistake.  What may be the bigger mistake is the reaction and interpretation that they have had.

I think everyone gets the environmental pollution theme.  People may not have understood the psychological content as well.

This may be the piece which created so much stigma as to draw fire and sabotage my career.  Really it is mostly subconscious impulses, with only a few passages that could be taken the wrong way; however, people judged me differently after this.  They treated me like someone I was not. I was not an over-sexed man complaining.  I was for a lifetime unheard, without intimacy and hurting for that reason. Intermittent intimate? Not really.

The stigma seems to have been built on certain inappropriate language that was misunderstood.  This language was suggestive to certain people of bad taste, promiscuity and narcissism.  My actual values and behaviour are far different than some people’s misunderstood notion from this song.  It was more clearly an all out “Id-based” expression but brought on a stereotype that didn’t match my history.

While I still was accepted with this song by my colleagues, I was accepted in a way that was not me.  When I reacted in social reflexes to their treatment of me, I aimed to impress and improve understanding.  Ironically, I only confirmed the stigma more.  I couldn’t get help, despite repeated emails.  I was stereo-typed.  I was seen as trolling, but I was just seeking to build an adequate understanding to prevent discrimination and explain myself.  Then it blew up because I came out with all of it.  I asked a supervisor to discuss the discrimination, but it seemed very unusual, fabricated and obscene.  It made the discrimination worse.  I was ignored when I should have been helped and listened to.  No one looking back today can deny that.

My normal day-to-day values and peace-loving kindness shine through with much more presence, and more clearly in the undercurrent in the rest of the recording. I’m sorry if some parts of the lyrics are disturbing to you.  It is heavy metal poetry and drama, not all real life.  It is not depraved.  If that is how people have interpreted it, then shame on them.  Get your mind out of the gutter.

**12:59 Shower**

For the last challenge,

You will have an ice cold shower…

An ice cold shower?

An ice cold shower…

Freezing cold winter rain causing subliminal

pain,

Burning hot summer heat, wipes you off your frickin feet,

hey!

*

Translucent white of the ashes,

Flying from

the volcano,

In the heart of the city,

*

Industrial pipes billowing smoke clouds that drip on you every day,

And they burn through your skin,

And your place in the city is

just too close to the city,

*

Watch the rain as it comes down fast,

You can see the faces of the under-known,

*

Watch the clouds as they pass on by,

You can see the faces of the other silent

watchers,

On the other silent planet,

With the other silent,

*

Traces of time on the edge of your moment,

Makes you feel like you shouldn’t have ever known it,

I can’t believe what has happened…

To the place where I used to be in the most,

*

Desperate change to the need in your reach,

The conversation having you, is having you beat,

You can’t understand why they’re looking down on you like that,

*

Looking up into the sky,

It makes me wonder why,

I’m thinking all the time that there is going to be some saving grace,

*

And you just let the reflections of God,

given to you,

And let you receive,

Unto this

beneficial bullshit,

*

Pinned down by the mean man,

The one that’s up above,

Staring at you like you are just a little piece of work,

That needs some seasoning,

You frickin little jerk,

And then you see the idle eyes,

In the brain

and in the skies,

You know that he is really,

Somewhere,

Connected to you,

Through some passage,

Through some thought,

Through some subconscious pathway,

Fucking bullshit.

Hey,

Hey,

Hey!

Hey!

How the hell do you expect to receive it by standing on your

porch?

Your porch is underground,

*

Oh taste the fresh,

Or just confess good,

I want to see Frankenstein, growing in this,

But that I can tell ya,

That I can tell

what I say:

He’s chasing the other dream,

*

He has thoughts and he has feelings,

She is right and she’s believing:

No one can be cooking more than me,

*

Oh we have iodized, idealized precision,

And we just know that one thing to do is every day,

Make your decision,

*

Pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er,

Pitter patter, it’s pouring outside,

That’s not pitter patter –

That’s rapid torrential thumping,

*

It’s raining outside, but it’s kind of intermittent,

Yesterday’s massive storm left me drenched,

It seems the calm can be refreshed,

and we can leave the daily mess,

But you were twisting your words like a wrench,

*

Intermittent intimate,

Enter, enter, intermittent intimate,

Intermittent intimate,

What I say,

*

Well it’s nice out outside,

And it’s finally subsided,

And the calm can be refreshed every day,

Is seems the skin that is burning

Is from your yearning,

And we make it through just this way,

*

Intermittent intimate,

Intermittent intimate,

I’m getting, Intermittent,

I meant, I meant

I meant

It all baby,

*

Constant refusal is kind of amusing,

I can’t stand it any fucking more,

You want to get down with the sound of your feeling,

But there’s nowhere to go when you’re sore,

Chase the ace…

Oh, she’s sweet…

*

Take,

the last,

Breath of the day,

12:59

How ya feeling?

Fine,

That’s alright – How are you?

We all doing alright just to know that you’re good,

And you know what to do,

Save your last,

*

Charm yourself,

Charm the rest,

Pass the test,

Take it again if you don’t make it,

Constant improvement of your soul,

Through

passing,

and failing,

and changing,

*

Ritualization

Ohhh!

Two Paths Merge

 

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Torn in two

It’s nothing new

Everything I do

Life is true

 

Work and pray

Every single day

We have to pay

While we work okay

 

Every moment I know about

Wouldn’t be the same without

Something true

How about you?

 

Every day that I live without

Things that makes me scream and shout

I think of you

All I do

 

What is new?

I’m torn in two

Everything I do

Life is true

 

Work and play

Every single day

A choice we make

While we work okay

 

Everything I write about

Wouldn’t be the same without

Things that make me scream and shout

That’s nothing new

Two paths it’s true

I think of you

All I do

Our Time is on the Line

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A race for the sun

We take a solo flight

There is no other way

There is no other fight

If we’re lucky we enjoy life more

The course we choose always matters

Our control comes from the core

In the sun’s progress the old us shatters

Our time is left behind

A future undefined

…..

The race is won together

The end is always near

Quickly on the same page

We lose our nervous fear

If we’re lucky we enjoy life more

The path we choose always matters

How we roll comes from our core

The checkered flag is left in tatters

Our time’s no more behind

The future crossed the line

…..

If we clash and toil

And blood begins to boil

We must work hard each day

Make life turn out okay

I’m disqualified for plain insight

But not going by the books

Only the moment tells what is right

Without empathy leaders become crooks

Let’s prove our love is fine

Our time is on the line

Institution to Find Recognition of Common Sense Thinking: Devotion and Spirit

 

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At times I may seem incredibly dark

The institution seems so very bright

Not recognizing the confusing spark

Explosions you thought would erase the light

I remain so calm and try to express:

My thinking’s not wrong

With bad sense behind

Forget all the rest

Look into my mind

 

I can find peace

I can find fire

I can find pathways to dreams that inspire

 

At times I may seem hidden from the dark

The institution keeps me overnight

Not recognizing a walk in the park

Emotions you missed were pure out of sight

I remain calm still and try to express:

My thinking

 

My thinking’s not wrong

Common sense can be blind

 

Forget all the rest

Look into your mind

 

At times you say I do this just for a lark

The institution is not always right

Not recognizing the truth, cold and stark

Devotion you block while spirit you fight

I remain so calm and try to express…

Love and Space (Distancing)

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Love and Space

Goals match how we live

Achieve if we strive

No matter what we give up

 

Let us face

Souls, standing apart

Separated always

but still close at heart:

We are distanced in space

 

It is

Who we know

It is

Where we go

Love from afar

It is

Who we are

 

Be safe like a Star

Shocked, Staying Safe, Reflections

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When the corona virus began to have more impact on us, I was thinking of today and living in the moment.  I still am.  These are some tweet-poems stuck together.

I have this picture that I took on March 11.  It was serene, similar to the picture at the end of this post which I took even before that.  Since then, I have been thinking about how much the world has changed and I want to post something.  This ‘poem medley’ also starts off with the power outage that we had a few weekends ago.

 

Windstorm revelation…

Soaring

Almost here

*SMASH*

Darkness falls with

An electric thunderclap

A charged series of explosions

Echo into the night

Our grid shuts down to total

Pitch black silence

Ideas go cold

Appliances stop grumbling

All lights vanish

Into another

Disturbing

Power outage

 

As the storm rages outside

my head is also filled

with a series of bursts

Unexpected blasts

of the day’s events

 

I’m compelled,

Some will see this differently than me,

I have optimism and faith in the resilient spirit,

 

Meditate on now

Reflect and plan throughout the day

I still like the breeze on my face

as I walk down the stairs

Other times, I want to get back under the covers

And forget about my cares

 

We are as strong as life

as safe as our dreams

Everything we imagine is just as it seems

 

I’m upset that we often recognize the moon only for its ties to the night,

I rejoice when I see the moon in the day,

I enjoy that vision,

It was cool today until the gravity of the world came down,

What a heavy day,

Lucky to have blue sky to fall back on,

 

You are the one

to make things turn out

Break the chain

Extinguish pain

Power stays within closed doors

Still with our connections

Isolated but involved

in networks

You have the key for me

To endless possibility

To work out destiny

and end suffering

Outside there is light

For which we fight

Inside your bright days

Enable peace

 

The world changes around me

like any other day

I walk fast

and briskly turn a corner

I run into an old friend

Sunshine

I’m aware: it won’t last

never does

Yet we always meet again

 

Vintage moments happen at any time,

If we fixate on negatives we miss a chance to help the world,

 

Flatten the curve

The economy bounces

Wash and distance routinely

As culture renounces

Cycles of waste

Monthly losses

All adding up now

Light falls so swiftly

Rebounding soon somehow

Agents of health

Healing quickly by learning

and not getting sick again

We all bear the burden

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Falling Angel

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I’ve sunk to a new low

Hit the past day’s horizon

Pulled deep with the undertow

Across the space the sky’s on

I raise my cup to life

Drink coffee as I’m climbing

The day cuts like a knife

Impeccable in timing

As I rocket past

Through blue or grey: a blast

 

Darkness fades

 

A rebirth to years of

Cycles turning

Once closed to all light

Forever I’m learning

Not always aware

And never returning

The same as the night

 

Horizon

A vision seen like clay pottery

Intricate design

Grey

Orange

Bright and dripping

Gold

Pouring rivers of molten lava

into flowing thoughts

through the trees

into the center of the Earth

You and I

Taking rehearsed dives into the dark

Into the night

 

Time

Full of Life

 

Day fades into night

The joy of bright sunlight outside

flowing through open blinds

throwing warmth on the room

is absent

I’m surrounded by darkness

creeping in corners and under doors

Electric lamp has a shallow reach

But energy pervades

And I resonate with subconscious current

 

Dreams arrive now

Or moments later

Intro to ‘Balancing Mood for Greater Productivity’

IIMG_5985Preface

I have decided to start a writing project.  This could turn out to be something for blogs, an all-out book, or something towards a university degree…  I will have to see where it takes me.

This introduction took me a few hours to write, but a lifetime to prepare for.

Update: I have written Chapter 1 and moved on to the Chapter 2, but I have decided to hold off publishing until I have more of the book assembled!  Still, the introduction here is a quick glance at my history and philosophy, that you should find interesting enough?!!

Balancing Mood for Greater Productivity:  Optimism and Empathy – Strategies to Manage Life

By Mike Scott

Introduction

Intense productivity and good health derive from the ability to balance mood.  I know this from experience.  I want to share with you what I have learned about balancing high levels of energy such as mania and hypomania.  I have had success by turning these potentially troublesome moods into a consistent calm attitude from which I have been able to generate productivity in the workplace and at home.

You might ask, “In what way has this guy been productive?”.  It is about perspective.  I have fought through one heck of a lot.  Perseverance became a major factor that enabled me to obtain a Bachelor of Arts degree with a psychology major while I fought off manic and mixed episodes in bipolar disorder for the duration of my undergraduate studies.  I was hospitalized several times.

I have not had an episode since 2001.  Within a decade of taking my degree, I completed my electrical apprenticeship.  I worked for close to fifteen years as an electrician.  I spent four years as an electrical foreman in data-wiring and had multiple, hard-earned successes in large construction projects.  Again: determination got me through.  I sustained injuries and worked through pain for many years.  Due to the physical dangers for me in the field and the industry demands that threatened to compromise my goals in mental health, I left the electrical trade.  Years before this, I had started working on my goals in psychology again.

In 2011 I submitted a paper on goal-pursuit.  I was told by a prominent researcher from a top U.S. university that a PhD should be within my reach.  By the time I left electrical work in 2015, I had already started casual hours in support work for mental health.  I have had success supporting adults, youth and children with special needs for over five years now.  This can be gritty work, with emotional and physical challenges.  I also coached over a dozen sports teams and won nine championships as a coach in minor league baseball.  Yes, this is just kid’s stuff to some, but with new responsibilities in the new millennium and learning from my problems in the 1990’s, I have found better ways to balance mood… and generate productivity.

I suffered a lot from episodes over those years, and I learned how to stop escalating into mania.  I did this by managing physical health, taking medication for mental health, and using all sorts of cognitive strategies.  New insights allowed me to manage triggers that otherwise would have set me off.  They are no longer triggers.  My newly balanced and calm demeanor has helped turn many difficult situations into productive ones.  This has been noted by family, friends, co-workers, clients and supervisors.  My energy is about patience and reason.  At the same time, I have electricity.  I quietly buzz with productivity, and systematically accomplish goals.  I find grounding by getting tasks done and discovering new perspectives to balance mood while appealing to common sense, spirituality and humor.  The certain edge that I have, landed me in research with the University of British Columbia.  In 2016 I was published as a co-author for a study on “Effective self-management strategies in bipolar disorder”.  The team’s research has been respected by the government of Canada with an award of distinction.

Meanwhile, I have worked through challenges in my home-life successfully.  I went through a divorce.  It was a mutual split.  I remain close with my kids and they have adjusted.  I do everything I can for them.  I gave my ex-wife the home, to settle quickly, and to provide for them.   Almost a year after moving out, I became romantically involved with my new partner, and in 2014 I moved in with her, her two kids, and her father.  I work extremely hard for all parts of my family, and we are doing considerably well.  The four kids get along and are making progress in school and in new occupations.  My partner and I are very happy together.  I work steady, take care of the kids, handle most of the household chores and help my wife’s dad run what is basically a small hobby farm.  All these experiences are ways that I have been productive, while avoiding mania or depression.

Now, if you are still interested, I hope to tell you how I have most effectively balanced mood, to create productivity over my lifetime:  Being confident and kind helps me find more productivity!  Optimism.  Empathy.  It’s simple.  It seems like a no-brainer!  Why can’t people get this?  For me, being optimistic increases productivity because it builds a bias towards confidence to achieve.  Then, more often: we achieve.  Being considerate increases productivity because if we help others, others are more likely to help us!  It seems straight-forward.  There is something else about caring, when the world gets involved… and the universe.  There are so many surprises and challenges that every situation is different.  Optimism and empathy have enabled me to have many successes in life.

There is one complex discussion that plays a big role in this book and it may be hard for some people to appreciate initially.  I will be using many of my own experiences to describe the psychology which I have based my operations-plan on for most of my entire life.  I will explain and support why I feel that some mechanism occurs, and events can unfold, perhaps like karma or synchronicity and in some ways, it can work for us.  By having respect for life, such as in procedures in goal-pursuit and in creating routine or ceremony:  Life rewards us with serendipity – as if hard work and good intentions have dynamics that are stronger when we recognize and respect value beyond the surface.  I find this connection to be very reassuring.  It is about visualization of outcomes to some extent.  It keeps me level in difficult situations.  I will point to a direct correlation between certain moods and productivity in this type of transcendental work, and how this is enhanced by confidence, care and respect.  This is where I would like to explain balance from, such that you might attain the same sense of stability too, even amidst possible turmoil.

We balance our life towards goals.  Social feedback and the environment can aid or blockade goal-pursuit.  Our own belief-system and how we react, is where all the dynamics start.  On top of the most essential building blocks of physical and mental health, respect for life may determine mood more than anything else.  We can build moods of productivity with optimism and empathy.  I will explain how.

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Together Standing Free

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This picture shows hundreds of birds standing on the shoreline. They sit like little spheres.

 

Fighting the news

Trying to choose

what to say

Not profanity or vanity

Seems like articulated complacency

by a person just speaking to fill time

An act in adjacency

A plan I see:

Humanity

Mood for mood

Science or art

In between

Far apart

Together striving hard

to be standing free