Quiet Soliloquies Inside a Wanderer's Mind

By Steven J. Green

The path of a young man's mind within himself and his spiritual world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 5, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257399444

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The Mind

The mind is my playground

in the silence I find mischief

darkness, light, bright sunshine

and raindrops

puddles of water to play in

castles of dirt to wander through

discovering kingdoms long forgotten

by kings, queens, princes, and squires

the princess still lives

wandering slowly around

unable to find her throne

she has inherited the world

she has created the stage

she has no players

and the show never starts

Amidst props and ropes

ladders and boxes

homes and tents

she follows her own footsteps

leading herself into a circle

of conceit, pride, prejudice

and turmoil

Her father beckons her from above

she still walks around

deaf

mute

blind to the world she has created

in front of her

a baby walks moments from birth

then moves back to crawling in the same instant

keeps repeating the steps as if learning

keeps crawling around as if yearning

truly she has already the knowledge

embedded within her waiting to be released

the mind is my playground

play time never seems to cease.

Day One

Day one, starving by an obligation, forcing the words down my throat into my heart versus setting them free, allowing them flight. The day is yet still standing and I am crippled beneath the weight, and I am still trying to fight. After this day comes this night, this moon, this star and whether I want it to or not, this song will on its own, take flight. Out of mind, literally I must be insane, to go to battle with that part of me that gives me the truth, that lets me know I live not in vain; or in the pursuit of that which fulfills my own vanity, to make myself that highly above others is a pure disgrace to my name. The day continues on and my head aches from the malnutrition, my chest tightens as if under a new attack, my body shivers and quakes at the very thought of this continuing on from day one to day two. I am powerless to touch what I can not see, what I can not feel, what is not in the least readily available for me…

Day Two

Day two, fighting by reservation. Hesitant to move forward, paralyzed by fear of failure among other trivial factors of guilt, shame, and blame. Easier to swim in the waters of regret and time than to set foot on the shore of responsibility and honor. Have I ever achieved the task set upon the minds of many men, I have not and I will not. However, I have achieved many tasks never set upon the minds of many men of my generation. So I walk into all of my fights unarmed and unequipped with any armor, shield or physically held weapon, the only defense I have is wisdom, knowledge, and faith, with wisdom as my armor, knowledge as my shield, and faith as my weapon. Desolation as my adrenaline, I press forward along trails of spent energy and natural pain and