Looking at the clock, and faces, I’m late for work again.
As I drift along, I’m thinking about the wading pool of talent within
He did this, she said that, foul frequencies bounce off my brain.
If I broke a limb today believe I’d smile and drag the pain.
Rock -Solid -Positive.
They wash over me like a warm cascade ‘take me away’ bath
I surround myself with people who are thinking greater than their path
my thoughts intertain my aspirations
and my actions exceed my expectations,
my bills, my fears, my check to check living,
my unforseen math.
I-Am-Unmoved.
I don’t know about these Jo’s, but I do know I have a plan.
Day by day, I take steps to put my mind in motion again
as thoughts become things
and things become pieces of what I see as live dreams
what can I do next? Dang, man! Wake up! Inceptionality.
Step- That- Stone.
Today it’s work, tomorrow it’s class, and tonight, I’ll put on ten more hats,
Gotta get food, another bill? I just paid that, now I need a thrill
Ok. Done that. That was nice. Back to reality, back to life.
Midnight has found me. Silence surrounds me, the ceiling I stare up and
see
it all play out, like a big shout out, a movie starring ‘ME.’
Future- Is- Near.
As I pretend how I want it to be, I keep striving, picking up beams
My frame of mind is lit like weeds untagling the diamonds from coal of
dreams .
The clock keeps ticking, the people keep whining,
Cameras are rolling, Drama’s unfolding ,
the Book of Life is taking note of goals.
The reality show, being Punk’d for soul
it’s leading up to my biggest role-
Manifesting-Concrete- Dreamalities
Not letting just anyone in my cirlce.
Thoughts spill over and and trip you at the hurdle.
Complaining people are like birds of a feather
They flock to bad weather staying down together,
pulling you down, down, down. No.
Whatever- I just can’t clip my wings, be un-happy and go back to walking.
I’m flying towards my destiny.
Avoiding-All- Negativity.
And the most dangerous thing? It’s what I’m thinking today. Right now in
fact. Yes way!
For the mess I’m in now? Well, let’s just say that these are my thoughts
of yesterday.
Being-More-Careful.
Quote of the Day
- One day you will look back and see that all along, you were blooming. – Morgan Harper Nichols
POET’S CORNER
CONCRETE DREAMALITIES
February 10, 2011
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About the Contributor
Teresa Rae Butler, Times Scene Editor
There is a certain capturing of the heart and mind that happens to people who love their school and love their school newspaper. I am one such person. I have been with this paper as a staff reporter since 2009, and now that I have the endearing honor and privilege as the Downtown Campus Editor, I find myself in the midst of an experience that I am certain that I will truly miss, and appreciate added to my resume. The kinds of articles we produce are always informative to our community, but also well rounded in production, which frequently lands us into award winning layouts. We are always working to out do the last edition, and I love to do my part. I have gotten the opportunity to work with some wonderful staff and go to some extravagant journalism events to represent the orange, royal blue and star logo that is the MATC TIMES. To work under the supervision of the legendary, Bob Hanson has been a journey most respected, treasured and valued in sharpening my skills as a reporter, editor and even a photographer. You can’t get any better. The meetings alone are always a lot of fun and we cover topics that are important and relevant to the campus. When I’m not doing things for my school, I can be found walking the beautiful city of Milwaukee Wisconsin engaging in some kind of opportunity either in nature, the arts or film.