'Paint a picture'

When I was half as tall I was lower than my current fall
As i have grown through my past
my intellect now decides its own path


my capacity for emotion has increased
but my ability of grounded stability
has scattered through the weave
of my 'imagination'
and the unperceived


My story of life has
lost its simple definition
as new goals are achieved
I destroy the old composition


to chase a greater belief


One constant is always the same
my centre of my world
My own balance that cannot fail
it grows without betrail
my sanctuary between it all


now I want to make everything tie in

make my knots and clots
create my personal picture of me


A story of everything that I have seen

a picture of words, feelings and dreams
underlaid with a weave
Like the spiders sanctuary


this is my perception

each connection

is wear I have chosen to lead


the worlds perception of the devision
stays still in time and truth
with a beautiful flower or tree

that grows from the intersection

of my two interconecting roots


It blossims from my out streatched beliefs
into the world
of positivity


Different paths of feeling and whim
moving from the central feeling in me
following all that I believe
and out into the world
to enter
everything


This how i perceive the world
a web of natures grounded beings
interconnected by my sole
stories that link up
and some that still need to grow


...Prenton...

We are all perfect..... Inside

One reason for our being

is not what I'm seeing

In this world we breath in

When I walk the streets

keeping to my personal beat

and not enter any ones world

I walk with a conviction

that I am helping by leaving

and not bothering a higher sole

We have taught each other 

to fear ourselves

so only 'the strongest' will survive

But when we give power

to ignorant strength

we loose our imaginative

and mindful beauty

When I walk with the belief 

that others can handle all of me

it allows me to enter their world

We become Gods

of our personal experience 

and play with our beliefs

We give each other

sacred and undefinable treats

and feel at peace with our own

magical and giving beat

so give in to the fear of pain

and allow it to get you your gain

handle what your mind creates

and learn from how you debate

thrive in your want of magical power

and sedate your doubts

because you have to find a hole 

in your perfect equation

of your worlds perception

before you improve 

your minds creation

...Prenton...

Live at the front of time

Absolute freedom

is no fun at all

it means you never ever

need to have a fall

No idea of were you lead to

No need to get a door

nothing to protect

but nothing to adore

No control 

to check your review

It just becomes a maze

to weave through

but your always poor

Moneys not the scale

its all about your tale

your memories 

are your law

trading them 

get you a preview

of another minds

feeling of all

the only thing

that's worth comparing 

the only thing that's 

worth more

than your Bentley

or your Porsche

their the only thing

we all get for free

that can leave us

in wonder

and awww

without a point to dream to

or a stable ground to lead you

nothing is for sure

when all is now

and now is small

there's not much to

feel at all

When now is all

and all is now

you feel our

entire ball

...Prenton...

A lost Dream

My time was yours

And all was mine

lonely thoughts 

were all but fine

Your world

was my opinion

With my own

degree of addition

but i couldn't find

your permission

to make you

my sole reason

to be driven

Back in these days

When I felt like i was King

I could look through the stars

to the face of my desired Queen

in return

i would feel your beautiful 

and magic

sting

Every time I received this treat

it made everything so sweet

and my Heart burnt 

with a driven and longing desire

to be with you 

this feeling was true

A predilection 

that I can now see

was hidden in solid stone

it was keeping the 'we'

out of you and me

Like crystals in a stone

your electrified tingle

would give me 

a nice body jingle

but we could never

crack them into a

continued tune

and so

I journeyed through the flow

on the path of a flying crow

never letting go

of the un~trust

I perceived

that I couldn't

handle me

and was secretly keeping 

our magic stream

simply 

a one way dream...

My future

was for you

but now its all

brand new

and I hope

you still make

your dreams

come true

...Prenton...

Creating a reason for your own path

"It's OK to have the blues, just don't have the blues about having the blues"

A quote from James Watkins

From this way of thinking i wrote a poem to day that can put all the things in my head into a sort of construct model.

This is my idea of a representation of how we move through time and the importance of knowing where you are going.

So if you have been having the blues for to long that you cant get out of them, hopefully you can find something you want in this.

"Direction"

When you worry about a worry

you create a pendulum of thought

An indecisive control

with no path from a fork

If you have set a goal

with the square of your void

Your ball will keep rolling

Like its a croquet world

Without a final goal

or a point

wear you want to roll

U~ll be hitting the ball

through the closest arch

With no fall

Without a personal goal

I can do no wrong

I will just search 

for the next achievement

Without a favourite future

for my reward

A lost soul

without direction

no need for indiscretion

living with full freedom

But now craving

a personal ligeance.

...Prenton...

"The meaning of Life"

A question remains

Deep within

A single curiosity

no soul can keep in

A path to flow

Or reason for sin

This answer we crave

can't be chucked in the bin

To know the answer

would you win?

Or do you loose your drive

the reason to spin

the meaning of life

There's no such thing

It would create an end to time

and a prizon to whim

...Prenton...

My First Titled Poem

This is a poem i wrote about feb or march o7. Id have to say its what started my passion for writing. The release of tension I witnessed within myself was phenomenal. 

I realised i could put onto paper, not only what I though i couldn't explain to anyone, but also what i felt. 

An amazing thing happened within my head; I started to pursue many creative paths, paths that i would previously have never conceived to be possible things to fill my time.

"Find Your Voice"

A voice travels through the air

propelled from my own 

All I hear is despair

from my changing tone

Confusion hits the tong

Like a stick on a drum

as the pure life inside 

gets scrambled and hides

A jumble of feelings

Expressed so erratically

Always sending them through

my own reality

My mind trails from a nice feeling

to a place i keep forgetting

A white room with a ceiling

that continuously needs repairing

Within this den of self torture

I must create another Answer

to a problem that did not exist

no earlier than before the mist

A solution to my pointless complication

provided sufficient revitalisation

Of mind body & Sole

to take on Gods creation

The intertwined mystery

Holding me back so cleverly

the paradox of the irony

Is the resolution is in the agony

To watch from afar 

this process that sounds so bazaar

I hold on to hope that someday

I will leave it all afar.

...Prenton...

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