Go Through, Gatekeeper. Go Through!

I feel like I shouldn’t be this comfortable or confident;
I feel like my life is a wreck and I am doing everything wrong!
‘You are’ said the voice.
What do I do with That!? I ask myself (not wanting to fight).
Nothing.
You cannot fight it.

Right or wrong, I guess I want a phantom;
I want something I do not know.
I see things based on evidence and intuition.
So you could say that yes, I am day dreaming my future into being,
Where as others, are dreaming themselves into oblivion.

You ARE the gate keeper;
You can see things how ever you like,
But you only see the dreams of those who pass through your door.

It is time to dream your own dream.

If our ways are supposed to part, then it will be from your strong desire;
I have no desire to leave or destroy.
I seek only to build, repair and develop.
I seek only to know the future I have never experienced,
Not to repeat the pasts that I have.
I seek to make amends, to adapt and evolve.
I seek to expand upon what I have and keep for myself a stable base from which to spread my wings.

If you wish to be part of my world then visualize yourself there.
Do not leave your dreams in the grip of negative presuppositions.
You neither know the way, or can predict its results unless you dream the way yourself.

It is time to invest in your own dreams and stop merely holding the doors for others without passing through.
Don’t let life pass you by by grasping at it.
You must enter it.
You must leave all past behind and let it serve merely as a guide, not a beacon.
Your beacon should be your own dream
Not that of others.

Phoebe Thomasson
Dorchester, Dorset
Feb 15th 2016

Barnabus

Sometimes, things only strike you as obvious when you have been through a crisis and all your doors of perception are open.

How many times have we encountered ourselves and others as merely the gatekeepers to the dreams of others.

When are we going to finally own up to the individuality that sets us apart from everyone else on the planet and be courageous enough to embrace it fully.

I think I ask myself this every day.

I get stuck on the how’s but hey, I’m doing it, even though I haven’t a clue how.

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Stupid

When we are judged as stupid
It is because we are feared,
hated or reviled and thereby
found to be threatening.

Perhaps for our ebullience (yes, and)
I think probably for our
ability to be happy and carefree (too).
Most definitely for out
child-like demeanour
our innocent joy
our creative boldness.

What seems like such a beautiful thing
can be tarnished by the very one’s
who purport to love us.

So don’t fear the label
Embrace it, as any judgement
As a rite of passage;
We know, we have touched someone
deeper than they themselves can go
for that reason
Have compassion
for the haters
The mud slinger’s
and the name callers
The labellers and
The righteous Judges
for they are far
from home.

P. Thomasson
30th March 2016

This poem was sparked by the question “But I feel so good; so why do I think I’m stupid?”
Upon analysis, feeling good always brings with it, this judgement of being stupid. But who gave it me? That was the deeper more intriguing question.

I still feel stupid, but I won’t take it so personally.

 

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Art, The Great Disruptor

Art is my meditation
My medication
It anneals my soul
Enlivens my spirit
And informs my intellect
As to where I am
In my process
Towards enlightenment
For that, really
Is all that matters;
The cessation of suffering
And the opening
Of the doors to Nirvana.

What you see here
Is the result of that process;
That striving towards
Something greater
That release of pressure
And the relief of understanding.

That
Is
Art.

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Before Infinity

Part of the growth process must involve self-analysis. The above prose poetry is what emerged when I analysed my relationship to my art and my creative process.

What it means to me is what drives me, and this is an important understanding for anyone looking to employ the techniques of disruption to their life, business, project or self development.

For more on Disruption and innovation see Whitney Johnson’s book “Disrupt Yourself“. I highly recommend it if you are looking for positive change in any area of your life.

Art Projects

Space Beings & Imaginary Friends

The Human Boundary

Supernatural: Surreal Shapes of Nature

 

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Storm The Embankments of Your Mind

And suddenly
I feel whole
again

Loved and not alone

In step and in tune
with the universe around me

Not like before
when nothing made sense

When all I could see
was suffering
and lies

No
Not like that

It’s warmer
somehow
precious
to be human
once again

(I think that may be because
I now know how to wrap myself
in a blanket
of my own design.)

P.T.
Feb 7th 2016
Dorchester, Dorset, UK

Is Success Hunting You?

When things do start to work out for us, how do we feel about that?

When the omens of looming success start to appear, what do we do?

Do we run into familiar ruts, like battle worn soldiers retreating into muddy trenches, shooting our own feet as we stumble into worn out habits and behaviours?

Or do we spill over the edges of the embankments we have made and storm the enemy with the confidence of the sun?

And just who is this enemy?

Well, all I can say is that when I run onto the battle ground, my opponent holding the gun, looks a lot like me.

Here’s to confronting our fears, and loving ourselves.

Here’s to EVOLUTION!

P T A R T . W O R K S

A New Freedom

 

Through dreamy landscapes
Mind travels
Between god
And the sky
My spirit revels
In new found freedom
Thought flight
Now safe
The barbed wire gone
No longer am I snagged
Upon the electric strands
Of fear
That held me
For so long.

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Sparkle! Pure Vibrance We Are…

Something to want
the jewel, the single piece
that shines like Diamant
in the sun
but fits like a glove
with no irritation
gleams prismatic light drops
on to the wall of my room
where I take refuge in my words.

Sparkle!

I want to glint
in sun ray penetrating
your darkness
those lost in violent worlds
should wear bright jewels
and yellow cloth
remembering we are all
bright inside
pure vibrance at our core
forever.

23rd April 2015

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Infinite Kindness/The Explorer of Worlds

What are we?
a miracle of complexity
what other creature
can see beyond itself
into the stars?

Illuminating universes
for one another
we crave to help
so we may ALL live in peace.

Get over it
you angry ones
illusion in which
you are caught
blinds you
to the existence
of brothers and sisters
from outside of your time.

They talk of us
as distant strangers
how we do strange
and unusual things

We are but as myths
and we must continue
to penetrate their worlds
with infinite kindness.

(I saw Sue Perkins bowing with such reverence to the group of women from the Singapore jungle)

The quicker you go
the less you will know.

Slowly and with care
let us strive for excellence.

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I Once Believed

…that you were better than me
…that you had it easier than me
…that you worked harder than me
…that you had something I did not
…that we were worlds apart

then…

I looked inside
and found my best
was good enough
that I too had it easier
than those before me
that I too worked hard
that I too had something special
that we stood beside each other
traveling companions
not enemies.

31 Dec 2014

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Poet

I dream of standing
speaking my words 
from soul song
into your eyes,
direct line
from mine;
channels open
beneath me
is my heart,
throbbing
lust into my words.

I dream of standing
alone in the void
uncluttered
at ease,
a million to one
chance of
survival
embodied, 
emboldened
by you
and you
joined.

What am I doing?
here it is again
that 'run out' feeling
where am I?
escaping to
the inner countryside
where my cottage in the sun
waits patiently
for me
to flee
the city's gravity.

Its ok
I'm fine!
my feet firmly planted
this time,
this song
all mine.

I rival her
but with a twist
for rivalry
is not really my style at all
is there something I've missed?
It's more of a sharing 
a collective bean-bag of thought
each thought is a tiny polystyrene bead
like quick silver
it weight something
is highly toxic (to most)
and endlessly alluring

only the experience
need apply
for the position
'poet'.