Mind Fuck

Losing my mind. Going out of my mind. Mind fuck. Insanity. Funny how the darkness of the night seems to stimulate the mind rather than calming it. Perhaps the darkness only masks the truth rather than allowing it to go away. It's 11:00 p.m., I have to get up at 5:00 a.m. but here I am wide awake. I cannot shut my mind off. I hate when "it" does this. When "it" gets like this I go through everything from what has happened during the day to the 2002 Who concert in Toronto. Yes...I tell you the truth. At this point I waved the white flag, got out of bed and here I am now. So I sit in the light with pen in hand (not the computer) and my mind has calmed down but I am no longer tired. Mind fucking with myself. So I'll attempt to create a poem that I've been tossing around in my head. Please note for lack of a better description I'm calling the following a poem. I certainly do not consider it a true poem. I do not think I'm that good.

I
surrender
I
allow my spirit to be swept away.
Swirling within you
engulfed,
reconnected,
becoming
one.
Vibration
sends me beyond my mind,
heals,
comforts,
allowing...
peace.

That's all I have for now. I know it's not finished yet but the one thing with me is that I can't force myself to write. This is going to sound strange. I am a great writer without a pen in hand or on the computer. When I sit and think I can create some great stuff. I tell myself to grab a pen and start writing. It never works out for me. Once I start to write down what I've just created in my mind it never comes out the same. I honestly do not know how writers and song writers do it. I read through Pete's novella and I am in awe. Never mind the novella, the lyrics he has created are amazing.

I know I am not the only one who hears a song and thinks, "that's exactly how I feel". "Let My Love Open the Door" hit that note for me. So I understand the one note. We all can relate to that vibration, we are all connected in this respect. It just takes some of us longer to pay attention or to "get it". We are all on the same journey we just go through it differently. By differently I mean different artists, different music and whatever shit we are going through in our own lives at the time. But somehow we all meet on the same road. Isn't that why we are all here now by reading Pete's novella, reading eachother's blogs? Some of us are still searching, some of us are already there. We look towards the music and eachother to enhance the vibration, to perhaps reach that nirvana?

I know this is my reason.

Time: 12:20 a.m. EST

Night all.

Note: I just want to add that I wrote this blog entry prior to reading Chapter 4 of Pete's novella. The time listed is the time I finished copying my hand written notes.

Oh yes and I just want to say, Happy Belated Birthday Simon Townshend. Not that he reads my blog but I just needed to give my saluations to an amazing artist. Here's another artist who has that incredible gift of writing songs that touch the soul.