Crazy

Some Now. More Later.

Garth Beyer

People are talking now. Not so much about you, but to you. That you’re crazy, that you’re weird, that what you are doing isn’t going to work out. Some are even saying (for a fact, they are at least thinking) you will fail.

I am amazed at how many people have the guts to say things to our faces that they would normally have only said behind our backs. This leaves us – the dreamers, those with ambition, and those who try new things all the time – with a new challenge to face.

So for those that are being talked to (negatively) now. I have one piece of wisdom that will meet the challenge.

Just remember that people talk later more than they talk now. Will they say that you gave up? Or will they say how they used to know this crazy person that actually went off and made it as an artist, a fitness expert, a writer? Will they say how they got you mad and upset and question if you’re doing the right thing? Or will they say how despite all resistance, you carried on doing what you knew was right?

People talk. Some now. More Later.

 

Stay Positive & Keep Going

Garth E. Beyer

Poetry Night 004

Poetry Night 004

Garth Beyer

A Mental Buzz: When Thoughts Attack

Tonight I just want to share a quick random poem I wrote one night when I was hyper at 1:00am in the morning.

 

A Palpable Sentiment

The frame around us is delicate, but the canvas is strong with color.

I want shoes made out of love, nothing other.

Lions, tigers, beard, robbers,

Purple boots, and blue car coppers,

Painted scenes, I’m up all night.

Flying kites and Slaying monsters,

Speak to me in foreign tongues. Share your secrets one by one.

Falling asleep without a parachute, only because you are the sky I fell through.

I just can’t compete with the addictions I’ve made.

Sunshine is racing to the green terrace, my mind is pacing.

Slanted trees, thoughts slow the breeze.

Caught in every intricate corner of my frame, wicked webs holding me in-sane.

Causing me to smirk at my mighty fine work,

As I dance on the dust of wishes being whispered and lost.

Pleading for the arrival of this out worldly superstition survival, lost.

Oh! Just watch me walk across this river,

As the children turn the world upside down on the monkey bars and snicker,

This life is only a faithful conception of a falsely illusive figure.

–          Everett

 

I’m spending time with family in Illinois so no great explanation for the poem. As all of my poetry, I hope you use your imagination to create a story behind the poem.

 

Stay Positive and Imaginate

Garth E. Beyer