Determined Perception

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Sporting blue jeans and a light fall jacket,

He looked around and did not see a soul,

Not enterprising, like now in his racket,

Works so we all have the same wellness goal,

Good health for the most, means happy to get by,

Fair days come from hard work, and sharing when we can,

With intense looks now, there’s a mission in his eye,

Indifferent to the rain, a chill won’t change his plan,

So he walks on surely, too rock-solid to shiver,

Raw electricity comes from within,

Surges into efforts, each action delivers,

Potential waits as his new charge begins,

Meaning rings each hour, persistent are the chimes,

Synchronous perception, has vision far past time

An after thought on this is:  You can’t really go further than time.  ‘Far past’ seems to be a measure of distance.  Time is duration.  Space is distance.  I couldn’t think of words to describe this relationship.  Does anyone know?

Causality & synchronicity to time & space: Congruent?

I want to apply these ideas in mental health.  I can see it applying for me.  How can I describe, and instruct on that, so that it can help others?

Any thoughts?


Future of Knowing

I feel like a lizard twisting out of my old skin,

Stretching into the new world, feeling new life begin

As the book opens, I read the moments into existence,

The authors and publishers yield to the reader’s insistence,

My cat can’t read, but learns the human language through osmosis,

Am I just like my cat, and learn it all when the book closes?

As I close my eyes tight, I see the future glowing,

It’s not dark, there is warmth, it is all in the knowing,

Learning Drive


I think this poem and picture are not a perfect match, but I love this picture and I value this poem.


When I was younger,

I would wonder,

Now I am older,

I don’t look over my shoulder,

Unless I’m changing lanes,


Because I arrive on time,

People don’t cross the line,

If I am bolder,

I will reach my goal or

At least use all of my brains


Energy Behind the Clouds

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Hey there Clouds,

Get out of my way!

I’m looking for a sun shiny day,

Sky, looking down like smoldering ashes,

Past the edges of clouds, the sun brightly flashes,

Gold and white blasts through squinting eyelashes,

Freedom that blinds us, the brilliant lights catch us,

Hey there clouds,

Come make my day,

Cloud over the sky,

Make it all grey,

My mood is sullen,

And you make it stay,

Bright thoughts in my head,

Make me okay again,

Bad moods are a big mistake,

There is just a cloud in the way,

Get it out of my head,

Got to get it out of my head,

Never going to die,

Never going to die,

Never going to be dead,

Get it out of my head,

Now I want to see it thru,

Just like the sun,

I want the blue,

No bad mood,

Just colors true,

I won’t feel sad,

I won’t forget you,

Never going to do it,

Never going to do it,

Never going to do it again,

Got to get it through my head,

Just a bad thought,

Caused a bad mood,

Think of sunshine,

Got to get it into my head,

Mercy, mercy, tear dries,

Got to get clouds out of my head,



Be the wind,

Be the calm,

Clouds will clear,

Times turn out nice,

And it opens your eyes,

Peaceful hours arrive,

It’s good to be alive,

Encumbered by this challenge, at times when I used to stress,

All I see now is the fire, and feel the drive for success,

Strive to get above the money, and the coldest monotony,

I want to share a vision with people, so that they know what I’ve got in me,

The sun loves the blue,

Just like the clouds do,

And the hours can still stay as fair,

If I happen to stare into dark clouds with you,

Of the sunshine I am always aware

Mood of Rainy Faith

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It’s one of those times when I step outside,
And the air all around me, just feels so right,
The wind is welcoming and the scene is bold,
Impressions of trees and things, are brighter than gold,

It feels like I have been inside for weeks,
When really, it’s only been half a day,
Finally, I step outside into the open air,
The sanctuary is cold and grey,

The images of the day are crisp through the misty,
Flowing precipitation of the autumn skies,
Tasks are complete, and now we have time to play,
Or work for more hours to attain the prize,

The questioning of tomorrow becomes less and less,
Because I know just how far it will go,
It won’t ever change, though it may rearrange,
“We will have it made in spades,” is the undertow,

It’s the story of another rainy day,
When all the fear has gone away,
Time now moves past smooth, not tense,
Schemes of beauty make more sense,
Existence forms when angels pray,
Tells us the way the opposition will play,
Rugged nature frames every static hour,
Weather breaking peacefully or in dramatic power,
Now, everything I want is here to stay,
Even though its cold and damp today,
This sunny dream has gone far astray,
We all need freedom to be okay,
With torrential rains of faith, life is a complete downpour,
The fresh moments we savor most when we burst right out the door

Calm of the Climate Change


Wisps of the forest colouring the skies,

Fiery orange sun melts into my eyes,

Now the climate changes fast as the year,

Rolls over the earth, must avoid the fear,

Turning of the day, to night we’ve never known,

Next day comes another side of this third stone,

Must find calm and hope, to get through the hours,

Harness the energy, of internal powers,

Prepare and really plan, to protect what we can,

Adapt and build bridges, that will stretch the span,

Treat our day as normal, work also for the world,

Care for each other, as the moon is curled,

As the skies roll by, all my thoughts will freeze,

As I watch the sunlight, playing in the trees





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,



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 veins 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 demeanour 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 is dormant, 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 may 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