Thursday, April 18, 2024

In Creativity

I’m just waking up

Opening my mind

Seizing the moment

Working out just fine

Grab a coffee cup

Settle on the bench

Playing with the keys

Feeling heaven sent

And the words flow

And the mind is free

It is time well spent

In creativity

Exploring problems

Exploring my life

Finding the patterns

Creating designs

Looking for the answers

Looking for words that rhyme

Searching through the masters

Inspired frame of mind

And the words flow

And the mind is free

It is time well spent

In creativity

by Bill Ferguson

Clinging To A Dream

There are moments

Of utter futility

Where thoughts fester

Like boils on my life

And there are moments of

Respectability

That cut me like a knife

There are moments where

Sense is lost

Waiting to be found

There are moments where

Seas are tossed

Among winds that do abound

But I am clinging to a dream

Fashioned in my life

I am clinging to a dream

That everything will be alright

I am clinging to a dream

That happiness will be found

I am clinging to a dream

That everything will be sound

by Bill Ferguson

Something New

Slow it down and be aware

That you have moved from there to here

Feel more eager to finally share

Visions from your dreams

Once where your heart was quite young

You often became quite undone

Always moving on the run

Full of empty schemes

But now you’re in a different phase

Wishing things you could erase

Finding things you had replaced

Or so it really seems

You have grown up to be you

You laugh you smile you have made do

You always looked for something new

You still wonder what it means

You have grown up to be you

Still a wonder still in tune

Wiser and lovelier too

You really are something new

by Bill Ferguson

Take Me To The River

Hoping the hands of time

Will see reason

Building thoughts from the obscure

Tis the season

Where snow is falling for sure

Take me to the river

Love set me free

Skate far on the frozen ice

Where open hearts

Are meant to be

Hoping the hands of time

Will move backwards

Reverse time do we endure

Silent moments

Living life is just a lure

by Bill Ferguson

Fool ‘Em

Experimenting with ideas

That poke at your soul

Creating new arias

That make you feel full

Venturing into avenues

Seeking a better fate

Being just who you

You can’t contemplate

When the season rolls near

Others judge your work

With such ageism now

Expecting you to be hurt

Sending dusty labels forward

Hinting a stronger past

Sending a message

You will never last

Keep on creating work

That embodies you

Seeing a new tomorrow

In everything you do

Fleshing out new ideas

Building on what’s gone on

Not feeling entitlement

Just happy with what you have

by Bill Ferguson

Being

Compacted

Visual

Tightly organized

Not deeply analytical

Capturing that moment

Seeking joy

Within its grasp

Being is

All it asks

by Bill Ferguson

New Thoughts

Open moments

Reaching out

Pulling deftly

Past the fads

Seeing new centers

A new path

Reaching forward

Almost grasp

New thoughts

Suddenly growing

New thoughts

Filtering through

New thoughts

Expanding horizons

New thoughts

For me and you

Past influences

Past their minds

Growing deftly

I do find

Pushing moments

Growing free

Almost there

I can see

by Bill Ferguson

State Of War

Hard times

Dust and delusion

State of war

Peace and prosperity

Anti intellectual

Let’s party

Let’s dance

Let’s have fun

Timeless romance

Mindless and free

Pensive thoughts

Outside boundaries

Psychedelic moments

Minds did scream

A return to nature

Positive phoniness in degrees

Political season

Was it a dream

Growing tech

Growing minds

All reduced

To money in time

Inner peace

Harder to find

I’d love to change the world

But I wouldn’t want to change you

by Bill Ferguson

A Love Fest

Intense

Mingling

Of magic

When two or more

Minds meet

As equals

Sharing thoughts

Sharing music

Becoming one

For a moment

A love fest occurs

And growth

Begins

by Bill Ferguson

Just Being You

In the moment

Amidst isolation

A dream occurs

As a small thread

Tying reality

Together

To give meaning

And purpose

To one’s life

In the moment

Amongst constant

Relocation

An idea grows

Spreading wings

Seeking shelter

Percolating

Discovering

And through this

A longing

A need to belong

Points to other

Salient needs

Developing

With intensity

Just being

You