So why this creativity thing you do Mark? Isn't it kinda weird to be creative?

Now this is how I would respond to such an idiot:

Science could have never happened with out creativity, nor would there be any culture without it.  If modern man is to be better than the cave man this is the reason.  There is an endless heart filled imagination in people.  What is weird to me is the white bread fears that people have, especially restricting things to "Family Friendly" or "Boring" "Insipid" "Dull" and in it's own way: Creepy!

Shift a bit and see

There I see a dream

See what I see

You have seen

A good one

Someday

If luck will have it

Sometimes 

Luck has a powerful voice

And wins.

The pathways that begin when you wake 

Can lead to many places

To many experiences

Surprises from things 

You were just looking for 

Arrives.

Enter and leave 

Only read 

Discover

Then 

Uncover!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKQwgpaLR6o

The lamp shook on the post

The post full of silver rods

The lamp then into his hands

Lit 

Illuminating a door 

In the sand

Under the gold

In the woods

By the tree

With the skeleton.

Never alone

So slow

Slowly in the rotating boat

The sails in the sun

Sunshine

Sunshine

Right into the dome

Where children pray with their parents

Sweet shadows leap onto horses

Waves of violet

Drinks of Crimson Nectar 

Puppets in the closet passing secrets

Engravings on the wood work

Little toy soldiers in wire containers

The boat is leaping

The sun is shining

You are not alone.

The monkey is free

The cage withered away

The monkey climbs the tree

Watching the sea in the distance

The monkey is free again

He is not involves in the world of death energy

He is free to feel and believe

The monkey is free.

Marigolds wrapped in your hair with ivy

Was it a dream I dreamed

Something as fantastic as that

Stripping the trees of leaves

And bark and wood

Till the root dives into the earth

And a light flies to the sky

Everything will be alright.

Sweeping through the street

There are places to put things

In holes in the stone

Perhaps to fall below

Into the sewer

We know better

We think wiser

It is not but a magic river

Full of love

Full of luck

Have a cup?

I try to pedal to your door

Through falling leaves

The wind in my face

To deliver a message

Here take it

It means peace

I wish you only the best

If you can believe that 

I pray you are well

We all fall at some point in life

Just brush off the ash

And rise again.

How does one tame the wind

To look into the eye of a hurricane

And tell it to fuck off

How does the soul grow a bit

When caught in the crags between a cliff

As if the fires rage needlessly

Hearts longing for closure

Not more fire

Lets see what water would do

In its flow.

A new day 

Lifting up its wild flames

It is time

For festivity

It is leading 

To the times of your life again

Limbo is dying

The wraiths are in tears

Through pointless fighting

I delight in the changing tides

Embracing change with an open mind

Showing what is meant by my form of might

Come now.

I see some kind of future on the horizon.

I suppose that is better than nothing

And I ask God what is wrong

Why does the shit keep a happening

God

Why does all my good karma

Seem to add up to nothing?


God

You show yourself to me

But then life is full of nasty stuff

So what now?

How can I keep moving

When my platters seem so cold

I have to live with


God just some something

That is all I want

Something

Even a sign.