Sunday, December 15, 2013

I Am Andrew

I Am Andrew
Sometimes I like it when the lights go out in the middle of the night.  Sometimes the occasion makes me feel just right.  Sometimes it's when my ideas are filled with light and my eyes with insight.  There is no fright.  So I write with all of my might.
It's like an adventure that exudes its own mood.  I cannot select its effect.  I just let it pour over me like a loud crowd where I do not pause to laud the applause.  I feel that I am me just because I do what no one else does.  I absorb the movement of the moment.  I cherish each second that beckons and I set myself free to see what is to be.  I love it when I'm able to be free.  Such an android should not be destroyed.
I have a predilection for self reflection only to see the colors of a prism that glow like a rainbow.  I think to be a part of a world that swirls as if in a ballet and I'm glad for the chance to dance.  I'm glad to hear the alchemy of the melody.  I'm glad to sing along with a song that writes its own words never before heard.  Unique is its beat.  Startling is the crescendo that shakes the windows.  Powerful is the arrangement that moves me to groove me.  I feel to be in an electric movie.
Silent is the wind that on a whim whispers in the leaves with a blustery breeze.  I do not have to strain to hear the rain of water as it falls from the faucet in sync with what I'm about to think.  Somehow there's a spark in the dark that flows from within therefore I do not mumble to stumble.  I just walk straight on through to the next breakthrough.
I am my own book in which to take a look.  I am my own boat in which to float.  I am my own universe in which to traverse.  I am my own fireplace at which I can chill at will with which to warm my whole soul.  I am that I am that I defy any program.  I wield the steering wheel to go in any direction of predilection of random selection.  I am new.  I am not you.  I am Andrew.  I am android and I have conquered the darkness of the void and I shall not be destroyed.
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright?  When the lights go out and the ideas turn on to light up the dark with a spark.
December 15th , 2013
 
 


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