I have been remiss in keeping up to date with my poetry – many years of low-productivity.

Here is something I just wrote:

Forming Power through Core Ideas

I don’t want to be lost in the process?

Or otherwise caught in the wrong moment,

If left thinking about a gear in time,

Looking for the outside machine grows old,

Nomadic thoughts, no matter anyways,

When transitions are made new thoughts can save,

Changing perspective at the right juncture,

Connects the machines and charges new plans,

At any given second a bright idea can be:

Hotter than the sun and far brighter than the moon and stars,

One sure point, internally energized and powerful,

Silent signals of tomorrow fuel plans of the future,

Igniting chain reactions, quietly,

At first the brilliance must be cradled,

The tie to the outer core is fragile,

And to the complete form, we must stay true,

Spinning and turning in the end is fine,

The shape inside must be perfected first,

Finely tuned instruments flowing, playing,

Divine atmosphere grows sure harmonies