When Thought Puzzles Become Art

I like to think that my thoughts are shaped like puzzles that I can use to piece together in different ways. I like to think I can use these puzzles to construct new ideas and new concepts. I like to think that makes dreams the involuntary abstract ideas that run wild. Dreams are evolutionary. They grow and change as we grow and change until they become something more tangible, and even then, dreams still evolve as we age.

I like to think that opposing thoughts are there to push the boundaries and shapes of the thought puzzles and that these new pieces create even more structures and works of art that we had no way of seeing before you began inviting other thoughts into your mind.

All these things built by thoughts and ideas create new spaces with new rules. The spaces pool into new worlds and congeal together into varying universes. I like to believe that thoughts are things and things are thoughts and that if you keep pondering the confines of the known and unknown universe, that you will begin to create amazing things.

The First Memory

Box of memories, the first memory

The memory fades away with every breath breathed in its direction. The very act of recalling the memory destroys it piece by piece as though my mind attempts to chisel itself away. However, instead of an uncovered work of art from polished marble, I’m left with the rough sections of jagged rock lying in ruins. The memory – or was it a dream? – is now left alone upon the realization of this fact of degradation. It’s kept haphazardly locked away in a mind constantly trying to shove more memories into the very limited space of matter. Continue reading “The First Memory”

“I Can’t Stay Present” A Poem About A Wandering Dream

I can’t stay present in one reality.

Zoning out and tuning in;

Shifting thoughts and gazing off

Into distant memories that populate my day dreams

And take up huge amounts of space in my mind.

The drifting moments take me off

Into other worlds and different realities

Where the warping of stars and beautiful

Swirling planetary systems change

And are not the familiar parts

Of the universe that I usually see.

At times I fall deep into a nightmare

And worrying thoughts from conscious life

Plague the spaces usually reserved for better things.

Images, words, sounds, saying, and phrases

Float in and come out of my mind, and sometimes,

They make their way onto paper.