In my imagination,
There are hints of the truth.
I think the past, future
The present
Are imagination’s proof.
Where ideas come first,
From some long-buried force
What we have is in invention
And the inspiration to work.
And give it back.
In my imagination,
there have been dreams.
While forming in imagination
Is hard to speak.
I think the past, future,
Present, is actually its peak.
Imagination with faith, action,
Movement came
From some long-buried force
There was something I needed
My shots of desire soared
My expectations exceeded
My ideas yielded more
Now the sun, my notebook,
A chance to find a cup
This nice cold peace
I’ll take, from a life
Both cold and rough.
Fantasy, dissociation
Look at the illusory
The most lacking in wealth
Come to treatment.
Their knowledge they possess
There is no search, no true health.
Einstein had a good idea.
He really was for the positioning of God
For whom stars and light years
May not be so far.
Sitting down resting, ideas nesting
Shooting from the top of your head
Imagination is yours,
Not another’s, light years ahead.
Empathy is Poetry 