Poetry: Skylark

by Liam

Your wind sweeps past and through me

Lifting my skylark wings till they embrace the blue

White clouds we ask, laugh and why?

My 1000 questions

Leave me with Gods glance to

Support the proofs that cannot hinder nor define

Caught in the reflection of heavens glass

This Ruby red will pass my lips to find

Answers deep golden nuggets imbedded within the bedrock of my soul

Quietly awaiting the wind

Patiently awaiting the wisdom

It lifts me now, higher ever closer

To the smile, the flow of tomorrow

Meeting this marvelous moment.

Poetry: About Self-talk

by Liam

This life is what I call my reality

My reality is the experience of how this feels

My senses weave together a manifold panorama

Captured by memories called the past

These pictures influence my present, as do the narrative associated with them

This powerful recall loop created by our Consciousness

Is impartial

Meaning it could empower or disempower us

So self talk is the most important conversation

Enabling me to understand my memories, good and pain filled

In the context of a beautiful life I’m willing to create

Right now.