The pursuit of infinite success

Creativity produces both pain and promise. From the paradise of words to the elite sketch of an artistes pen, we escape beyond distraction. Beyond the boughs of our blessed reality, to a kingdom where giants sleep, and castles refuse to be concocted in air How many of us spend year in and year out, terrified of rejection, that stamp of disapproval. Yes you are, yet no your not who you profess to be. Therefore we procrastinate, tip toeing towards our greatness, eager to explore our hungry selves. As a creative remember there are always three perspectives, you, the publisher, and the audience. If it’s a product, well, whatever you produce becomes product. The internet is your marketplace, it is your playground, to pitch, market and make a profit. Every creative needs a handbook,  a marketing guide that assists you with the financial conversion of creative product to financial outcome. Where is the gap in the market? Are you using Google keywords or the search engine optimisation tool to find what your audience is looking for, have you created a mind map with much structure to organise other elements of your journey, such as networking. Some of us are beyond our dreams, once you find a formula, stick to it, it may be repetitive, tedious, exhausting, yet you are striving towards a positive outcome. Keep going!

Pots of gold through Pain

We wait for pots of gold to collide with the practice of pain. I am in the midst of it, we say, there should be something for this chaos , this mess, that I can’t seem to rectangle myself from. This upset. This is madness we shriek, it’s not fair. Who told you, that life plays fair. Many of us come out of the womb thinking that life is a fair battlefield, that someone else’s chaos is separate to yours. We watch the news, click the screen off, it’s faraway, it’s distant. Truth is, we are all connected. To even up the score , to play your own makestic round, I will say what I say time and again, use your mind. The mind is the most powerful asset in the world, utilise your time. You and a millionaire, a billionaire have one thing in common, this is a message that someone else taught me. You have 24 hours. 24 hours. How will you use your 24 hours, how will you use that time? What questions do you ask? What problems do you solve? If you slip into a mighty depression and simply believe you are the problem…..this is a problem. You have a purpose, train your mind to find it, and face the challenges that come with it.

How to beat limitations

It was impossible, they said. They eyed you with a view that this challenge could over whelm, could overtake and could defeat you. This challenge will be the making of you. In our infinite wisdom, we seek spools of gratification from those who are to focussed on what’s real and accessible, now, on what others have said is doable. What we should really seek is proving beyond a doubt that the challenges we face with grit and with determination are achievable. We see great leaders achieve great things beyond the borders of fear,distribute their creativity, access their most productive self. To push into the realm of possibilities, you must seek wisdom at all times. You must acquire the teachings from those who have come before you, walked down your path, beaten these odds, and challenged these obstacles. It is more than other people’s passing remarks of seen and heard, this is your future, this is your life. Moment to moment we find ourselves eclipsed by the fear of other people who were overshadowed by Giants, we quickly forget about those who stood on the shoulders of giants so they could be observers, and learn to be more than spectators. With each view they gained perception,foresight, strategy to navigate, and look at ways around some of the confinements of other people’s realities. With our words we create our reality, with our literature, we access a prism of worlds, with our eyes we can be selective and our ears can be over indulged by a mass of other people’s thoughts and ideas. Pick your standing. You are the leader of your own tribe of thoughts, fuel them with passion, direct them with activity, ensure they are productive, and encompass your world in a hub of literature and the impact of great influencers. You can make the change if you just believe and take action. It is gradual, and it is becoming. But with every inch you are creating a ripple.

Missing ink

A stolen thought weeps in the cellar of a broken mans dreams, its need to belong to a changeling, escape the fiasco of a lost existence. dare i say this thought went astray, it needed a cushion it wanted to be a marvel like a dream. Jealous thought where are you now, on an island stranded missing existence, how will you find your way back somehow to reap the reward of supporting others with persistence.  It claws from its silent death, reflecting its wounds to an angry community, there i stood in the belly of change, selfish i was, i wanted immunity. For fear took me, and cast i aside, weeping like a baby dragged from its womb, i have risen from the tomb of a dull and colourless place.

Metamorphosis

Creative

Changing fiction,

stripping bare,

old thoughts that wear down,

tired hare.

Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop

For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine.

As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

Ivory Kiss

He planted upon me an ivory kiss, my mocha had not tasted a sweetness like this, whether a stroke of chocolate or tan, An ivory kiss from this foreign man, in the layers of a dream, slipping deep within my skin , embracing my thoughts, and compassing within.

Dragon sun (Otatade Okojie)

Inches from the horizon,

shadow you will be illuminescent, the chains around your ankle will fall to the side,

shatter like icicles,

be on the ground like moss.

Inches from the horizon where a pregnant sun, waits before you, abundant in its love, shimmering such lucid colours of gold.

Dance before each jewelled element, snake hips you are belly dancer, and you will swallow it like a dragon and breathe it before worlds.

Beauty

Beauty I have seen you reign

Whether in joyOr nursing your pain

You triumph through mines

A self that remains

Body on the hinges

And a mind that’s still sane

For the world would likeTo drive you there

To draw you inTo roads whichLead nowhere

Lucky Penny

Creative

The creative caption
is hidden in the fold
Caught between the blankets
Of a life which
plans to scold
An unkempt you
For such tiresome risk
Your fighting a self
Yet there are no fist
A shadow stalks
To claim your flesh
To claim the laughter
and what is left
Was it something
You predicted
Something
cause
planned t’would
be afflicted
For the siren voice
That cried
a noun of Wolf
Looking for ways
To play his golf
And picking pennies
From a busy floor

Till Dawn

He whistled at scars
on my face
etchings of beauty
which age would erase
Does anyone look like you
he said
His eyes filling
with the curves
of my hips
To the curls on my head
You are a wonder to me
When you speak
It is a current
Elasticity
Everytime i see
your steps pound the ground
not even the shriek
of a nearby noun
Can distract
me from this trance
That exists
Hypnotism
Over years it persists
For when you smile
i imagine myself
perched as a butterfly in your pocket
A peck on your cheek
A marvel
A rocket
I sit three rows
behind you in Music
I play the flute
and would gladly
abuse it
To become piper
A thread for your
Song
Give me a limerick
I’ll sing it till
Dawn

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