Sphinx

This is were it all began, chasing rainbows taking a chance on dreams, I am a creator, inventor, adventurist who is both unassuming and a self- approval seeker.
Trying to keep this flame alight at times it burns brightly
The slightest heavy breath or sigh and you can put it out
Ideas buzz in the head pulsating as though connected to electrodes
For electric shock therapy, wincing and fading as the power of thought is disconnected,

Inspiration waxes and wanes as I wax lyrical
Insipid day dreamer and dream catcher trying to weave their magic,
Head stretching to the clouds, god like muse, the art of distraction is no art at all
Struggling to shake off the day’s lethargy and the banality of existence,
Rage, reason, revolutionary renaissance and rebirth
Your inner critic accustomed to failure,
The antithesis of this being the creativity that smoulders beneath the surface, vapour like and evaporates like steam or mist.

Hair, eyes, hands looking at the world from a higher plane, shaman like
Invisible to the individual Unassuming contortionist, who has always been outside the box, deconstructionist who reconstructs, assimilates and makes connections to both word and image, the illusionist who contorts escaping the straight jacket.

The ebb and flow of intelligence,
The brain which is contained in the skull
An antechamber encased in flesh and bone, sphynx like,
A mask of beauty hides and suppresses the voice of truth
A well that has been nailed over with brute like force, its mouth devoiced
Hope springs eternal photosynthesis begins a regeneration drip by drip the cracks disappear the healing process begins,

Once again this well will spring and burst forth with glacier like vigour
That created landscapes of the mind and trees that breathed,
Amazing creatures used to gather at this place
To drink its intoxicating elixir
Where fairies such as lavender, the fairy queen, and fawns dared to dance,
live and breathe.