7th Holiday Extravaganza – Fragile poem


The following article is part of a series of articles chronicling my trip to Dallas in December 2007 in which I discovered a magnificent library, went to a Holiday Extravaganza, and used 9 different modes of transportation in one day. A list of all articles from this series is at the bottom of this article.


I consider prose to usually be a function of the left or logical reasoning part of the brain. I consider poetry to usually be a function of the right or creative part of the brain. Therefore, I’ve decided to interpret my experience of the 2nd show in poetry, a series of haiku, actually.

The Fragile Army

Once again in line
Around another time for
Mental cabaret

Closer to the stage
All sing loud with Gustafer
“I am from the Sun”

Watch as Tim holds high
The Polyphonic Songbook
And we sing Christmas

Tim holding Polyphonic Songbook

After Christmas songs
“We Crawl” music video
Tim and Julie glad

Ribbon up again
Scissors cut expectantly
And the band explodes

Polyphonic Spree in a Violet Haze

Singing arm in arm
Light and smoke interplay to
Onstage violet haze

Tim calls all onstage
Pure delight in the limelight
Beyond harmony

Polyphonic Spree in a Violet Haze

Continue the adventure →


Post-publishing note: Thanks to Haiku-koo Carnival for including this article in their carnival.

Check out all of the photos from this event in the 7th Annual Holiday Extravaganza 1st Show album and 7th Annual Holiday Extravaganza 2nd Show. All photos in the Byteful Gallery can be used as desktop wallpapers because they are high resolution (1920×1440) just as the fullscreen & widescreen wallpapers are.

All articles within the Dallas Trip 2007 series:



Ode to the Travelling Soul poem


Below is a poem written when I was “in the flow”. Often when someone is in the flow, their work is at balance between too challenging and not challenging enough.

Being in the flow is the optimal creative state, and working in the flow allows the unconscious mind to have a more active role in the creation. Before I published this poem I renewed my perspective by sleeping on it, and this was very helpful. Even the smallest details can dramatically change the whole.

I dedicate this poem to all travelling souls, and therefore all people on this planet, for in this life there is no place that one can permanently rest their head.



Come with me to the unseen,
A place where you have never been.
Where stars collide and birds rush by,
Where brave men fight for things and die,
Where women cry and children lie,
Where pain persists and all ask, “why!”

Experience these and so much more,
In such a place beyond this shore.
Into deep sands of ocean rock,
Behold a land where myst’ries flock,
And things will open if you knock,
All but a part of destined shock.

~

Be not afraid, young seeking mind,
For if you look, you’ll surely find,
Beyond that path, oft cruel, unkind,
Lies Shangri-La beyond mankind.
A life that many see maligned,
Through western lenses, so refined.

What path to choose, oh seeking soul?
What consider you to be your goal?
What in your heart do you define,
As truth so rare and so divine?
Is truth a feeling you design?
Or something more that others find?

~

Consider your life, oh restless soul,
Consider just what can make you whole.
Remember, truth springs beyond time,
Pouring from places, defined sublime,
Where angels weep for the men who lie,
Where helpers comfort women who cry –

Where guides are sent to those who die,
Where answers follow all the whys,
Where learning opens every eye,
Where stars are born and grow and shine –

I’ll meet you there,
I’ll take you there,
I’ll love you there,
Beyond our sky.