Speech or Preach

There doesn’t come too many times in one’s life when they’re given the chance to be heard. To Speak. Ground their footprints in today’s foundation. Stand on your square sort of speak

So here I am. Here I stand. Do I preach? Or give speech. Opportunity is here. Somewhere in the crowd, playing “Where’s Waldo.” Yea. Opportunity has a sense of humor. It can be funny sometimes. If you don’t let it pass you by. But he’s here and so am I.

So what do I say? Do I say……I just want to be heard? I got this voice in my head that talks over me. Sometimes its shy, sometimes absurd. 

The voice encourages me to speak. I’m nervous, unconsciously I’m shuffling my feet. My plight lays in your sight as far as how you perceive me. Or receive me. 

This is my first bright light limelight, my first fist fight with stage fright. 

So here I am… here I stand. In your vision and givin you my 20/20 outlook from within. Trying to touch something beyond your five senses. Hoping to awaken the sixth one. Which could be senseless or cent less. 

Distracted. It’s what had me detached from the fact that the mind is a tool that can construct or destruct. Monotony will leaven you stagnant and stuck so I pushed and I thought. 

And with the tools of my mental, I dug deep in my mind and found heaven’s instrumental. It’s melody as sweet, mellifluously. And it spoke to me. As the moon speaks to the sea. A body language fluidly. 

And it appealed to me, creatively, I felt humble and hungry. My spirit sighed. My angel cried. My ego died. 

I sat quietly in my mind. Contemplating my discovery, this hidden treasure buried in a pen. I appraise these jewels, gems and trinkets of wisdom. I shut myself up and listened. My skin glistened with the perspiration of ambition. What is unused potential but the cousin of wishful thinking. 

You gotta move. Stop trying and just do. Stop trying to beat the better man down and just be you. And don’t worry about what they say because they are not you. 

Who knew that I’d end up at graduation expressing my gratitude. And it all started with a class that decorated my imagination with good health, my inspiration with wealth. 

It let creativity escape and create worlds where words double dutched across the paper lines, leaving gold mines and painting pictures for the blind. I fell in harmony with heavens instrumental and jibed with the vibe. 

I became a spark in the dark. I started to shine. I climbed doubtful mountains, set goals that became touchdowns. I lost and found. And found some more. 

I tried and learned that trying is more profitable than not trying.  Learned that sometimes a heart can break the right way, and sometimes the right way isn’t always the best way as you pave your way through life’s maze. 

What can I say to get you to listen? 

That wisdom is everywhere you wouldn’t expect it to be and you can see god where you’d least expect to see him even in a classroom. 

I thank him. I thank you. 

For allowing me to be here and allowing your ear drum to bounce to the beat of these words and your eyes to picture the true hues of these blues. 

What can I tell you? 

I took creative writing and it took me on a creative ride through my imagination. Exposed the details of the colorful images in my mind. It showed me that stars can’t shine and glow without darkness. Like a soul and its shadow capable of inventing our own worlds and decorating our own tree of life with ornaments of expectations and disappointment. Failures and accomplishments. 

It showed me no matter how shallow the waters of human nature get stay in the deep end. Sharks in the water aren’t as dangerous as procrastination. Laziness and negativity. 

Creativity is everywhere, every thought in everything. it is Him. It is Her. It is us trusting ourselves enough to create. No one taking a leap of faith but being bold and brave enough to belly flop in your sea of dreams and in your pool of thoughts. 

I have stage fright and I’ve never been on stage. I’m scared of something I’ve never experienced but have always dreamed of doing. Today I took that leap. I have conquered a long-awaited fear. 

I voice these words to you. Hoping you’ll give them wings so they can view our words from above, then come back to us like echoes reverberating love. 

What more can I say?   Be free.    Be far from basic.     And create    You never know.   You just might be somebody’s favorite.