TO KNOW MADNESS

To accept the reality

of our Creator

is to know madness.

One sees not only a single future,

but understands the possible outcomes

of all futures at once.

Madness discovers patterns

that others fail to see,

and in time learn to overlay

 the pieces of chaos until harmony

 is discovered.

Madness also possesses

an unspoken hunger for knowledge

 and wisdom that is never satisfied.

There is no submission to mortality,

only a want of unlimited existence;

the desire to become one with all that is.

The mind mantled in madness

processes faster than the body can react.

Thoughts are experienced,

not individually,

but in clusters with

a multitude of emotions

bleeding into and out

of each of those thoughts.

All things are one.

The understanding

of this is madness; a salve

against the wounds of the limitations

accepted by dominance of humanity.

Once this is realized and accepted,

madness becomes genius.

No boundaries to what one can do.

Conformity is no longer

a part of the equation of existence.

© Feb 6, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Dream on...

All too often we forget those moments that define serenity. I was reminded this morning by an incident that mirrored such a moment. Last week, I was out driving after a long day. I found an old country road canopied by trees. The evening breeze rattled some of the leaves loose and they did their lazy dance to rest with their kinsmen, ready to be scurried along to the nearby creek and carried to a final resting spot.

Aerosmith softly carried my thoughts to all literature pertaining to life, the forest, and magic. Robin Hood, Merlin, Arthur, The Faerie Queen, John Muir, Walden, Athos, Porthos and Aramis were all dancing in my head. Each leaf represented a thought from another that shaped my literary life.

Peace attained, if only for that moment. And it just re-occurred. Dream on...

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Good evening...

 I am tired. Ready to pass out. Aren't we all? Whether a domestic goddess or a laboring slave to the grind, we all feel the same weary when Luna calls us to rest or become. We are each a genius in our own right. And through that genius, there are some that reach madness. When the subject consumes the student...wisdom is found and intellect dismissed. Today, it appears, they refer to one attaining "enlightenment" as a individual psychosis It does not matter what we "are," it matters who we "become." Let us find our own inner peace and relax. Don't loose a wing. Persevere...

It is not far...

What would one find down this path?

Would taught fear overtake us in minutes and terrors appear? Or would we find peace and touch magic again? Should we evolve? We have been subjugated by the Elite. They try to manipulate the temporal change. Even now, my mind seems dazed to speak against the loss of freedom. But we must all shake the trance and live without fears. Do not riot...relax...Let's walk and find the presence of peace. It is not far...

© August 24, 2014 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

Shall we find such peace?

There are times when one hears a few things shuffle in the closet.  Not necessarily the one in the corporeal corner, a bit deeper. Far beyond mental and into the light of spiritual. Was it as simple as two wooden hangers under the same spell as the candle, rattling bones; or perhaps the chains that keeps one from regaining wings? The mind finds that single forgotten moment of terror; the one more lost for the struggle of sanity than the classes of society. It is always there. Awaiting a thought. Then it beings to burn like a wild fire. We have all faced a fears or terror. Now we are late in existence. Perhaps annihilated. We must forget not share with others so that they might find a new depth to madness. Do we really wish others to add to their burden? If we set aside ego and proceed to progress, we than chance a moment to evolve. Self-controlled madness is more challenging than an 8 hour chess match listening to Wagner’s ‘Ride of the Valkyries.”

My Love

Love is my strongest asset, but my greatest liability. From this day forward, I shall confine it to paper. My desire will bleed from my quill, my boundless emotions will fill my inkwells, and my imagination will create the moments that should have been... 


~  Duke of the Arctic 8/21/2014

I am glad it was not real. If it had been, I would still be soaring. Once aloft on wings of enchantment, the world is left behind, lessened, diminished, and at times forgotten. I lost myself in the cathedral of her soul. I was higher than any mortal intoxicant could offer. I touched the 'neath side of heaven's floor. Then she was gone and I fell back to the rocky, yet beautiful estate of reality.

 ~  Duke of the Arctic 8/21/2014

 

R.I.P. Sir Robin Williams

Laughter will fall short of the endless echo, and smiles will not be so carefree.
Peering through the looking glass has lost the comical distortions.
Life has sharp teeth again.
Thank you Robin for offering the natural painkiller called humor. I was truly addicted. You shall be missed.


NOTE: photo is random internet find.