PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Clichés abound when it comes to the Dead.  There’s some old joke or another.  Deadheads have been the source of ridicule and scorn for nearly 4 decades and there is no end in sight.  Jerry Garcia continues to cast his shadow over many lives even from the grave.

It seems that some of us can’t let go.  We cling to that little piece of our past that still echoes on in various fragmentations.  We don’t have to let go of it completely.  It is okay to dream and to reminisce.  Certainly, it would be tragic were the dream to die.  It must live on inside us.

And the commitment to the art remains unwavering even if a few compromises have been made.  Now, I just chip away at the stone.  I whittle pieces away as I endeavor to sculpt another masterpiece with the words that remain available to me.

Somehow, someway, the work must continue.  New steps must be taken and each small gain shall be clearly marked lest we take a few steps backwards.  Every vision must be realized or at least must remain on the horizon.  The striving is still eternal: a quest that is undeterred.  This is an Ahabian journey of the human consciousness.

A minimal amount of soul searching reaffirms that it is the plight of the past to face a few pitfalls and to falter on a false step.  Sliding into chaos always seems to pique my curiosity and stimulate creative juices that need to get flowing.  My response to the universe is proffered in a few written words.

One well of deep inspiration has been the ongoing evolution of the Grateful Dead experience.  The jazz like spontaneity still rouses my soul.  That love and passion is giving no indication of going away.  The music provides a backdrop of memory and exaltations.

Those hazy yesteryears begin to resurface.  The truth incites a few chuckles.  The train rides across America and a sun setting over the Pacific Ocean.  Poetry and literature begin to nestle in my soul.  I thumb a ride to the next show and soon I am ready to create something new.  I’m digging deeper into the vortex and transcending the limits previously in place.

Rolling across the river and riding the highway as mountains and rivers fade into skyscrapers and another show fills the moment.  And that feeling of transcendence manifests itself in multiple facets of life.  Contrasting events lend their services to the cause.

It continues to be a catalyst for  the spirit.  It’s a spark that sets my soul afire.  And the tingling I feel in my fingers is the excitement of bringing something new to the page; expanding each new sensation into alternate realms of artistry.