"Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt #2: "Living Within the Shadow of Crazy Fire"

  • Advertise with us
Blog entry by frank posted 04-16-2008 12:55 PM 1236 reads 0 times favorited 5 comments Add to Favorites Watch
« Part 1: An Introduction of Wood Happenings Part 2 of "Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt series Part 3: "Echo-Friendly Ways To Work the Wood' »

Living Within the Shadow of Crazy Fire

....tread softly on the mind of a man inspired by imagination,
since who can afford to play the devil’s advocate,
when those who are caught between the planes of time,
know no-world to hold them down in audiences of respected places

....and then i remembered an-other time where….

—-i also was seemingly caught out there in a fools paradise,
begging for bread and wages from those other’s dictates,
those ones who set the standards while not asking if i would play,
while in my heart the beating rhythm asked how long would i continue

—-years passed by as i plied my trade to highest bidder,
but in my dreams i knew the sacrifice of remembered guilt,
that guilt that stole my innocence from childhood stages,
till hearing those who knew my best said was time to grow on up

—-in those days i gave my coat of many colored pencils up,
and entered the halls of sadened darkness ‘think as them’,
who was i to question the ‘them’ of a respected structured world,
these one’s who took my dreams away and laughed at imagination’s foolish ways

-i will admit that i tried to play within the rules of their box,
knowing all too well that a rebel artist is a misfits tale,
and so for seconds of time i preached the study of living within a box,
wages were good and yes their is safety within the box of blinded eyes

—-with no-dreams to ferment i was a blinded seer,
while in my heart the burning fire faced a fast of dimming light,
rage on my crazy fire i wanted to say at work-days end,
but the price to pay for walking alone was in-deed a stone around my neck

—-this inspiration i call living within the shadow of crazy fire,
remains hidden till one decides to lay their learning entanglement down,
walking away from the scribes who decide what is ‘in’ at days hard end,
running forward in the direction that silence gives to stillness

—-it was in that moment of acquired priceless eye-salve,
that a blinded seer’s eyes once again saw the beauty before,
not needing to frequent the habitats of broker’s money changing lusts,
i soon overturned their tables of box-making think as i do-isms

—-tis better now since the burning crazy fire rages again,
and my coat of many colored pencils once again fits my mind,
my ears can taste the scent of laughing dancing images,
and all that comes from wood speaks forth the tongue of who i am

....if it is not in the heart of who i am as ‘just is’,
then why would i give up my right to create ‘wood art’ as i see fit,
this glory i now bear has once again learned how to play the stage without a script,
and in this day i now have remembered how to give the thanks for all i am

—by flp

Thank you.

” smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood….”

-- --frank, NH,

5 comments so far

View Scott Bryan's profile

Scott Bryan

27250 posts in 3788 days

#1 posted 04-16-2008 02:08 PM

Thanks for the post Frank. You are right in that often we let others define the “box” in which we wander. It takes courage and resolve to follow the less traveled paths that constitute our dreams. And this often does not happen without sanctions being applied when we choose to follow a different path that is outside the defined box in which we are expected to remain.

Thanks again for the inspiration.

-- Challenges are what make life interesting; overcoming them is what makes life meaningful- Joshua Marine

View motthunter's profile


2141 posts in 3765 days

#2 posted 04-16-2008 04:15 PM

nice and warm

-- making sawdust....

View TreeBones's profile


1827 posts in 3990 days

#3 posted 04-16-2008 05:35 PM

What would we do without boxes?
Some of us need them and others wouldnt know there was anything els without the referance point they provide.

I try to round up the corners of my box. Does this mean it is still a box?

Thanks for all your food for thought.

-- Ron, Twain Harte, Ca. Portable on site Sawmill Service

View RobS's profile


1334 posts in 4273 days

#4 posted 04-17-2008 07:14 AM

Boxes are not always square but it’s inhabitants mostly are……...get out.

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

View frank's profile


1492 posts in 4172 days

#5 posted 04-19-2008 12:57 PM

....and to think I used to drive from central NH down to Hartford, CT in the mornings and back home at end of the day….4 days a week….in a black steel box on wheels. Those hours did leave me with lots of time to think with my imagination, of all the different sizes and shapes of boxes we surround our-selves with. Glad I got out of that ‘boxed in’ workin’ frame of mind….

Thanks for all your comments here…..and,

-- --frank, NH,

Have your say...

You must be signed in to post the comments.

DISCLAIMER: Any posts on LJ are posted by individuals acting in their own right and do not necessarily reflect the views of LJ. LJ will not be held liable for the actions of any user.

Latest Projects | Latest Blog Entries | Latest Forum Topics