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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than the ones you did do.  So throw off the bowlines.  Sail away from safe harbor.  Catch the trade wins in your sails.  Explore.  Dream.  Discover.”
– Mark Twain

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Breakaway Ruminations #2 – What Is Imagination?

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TheBreakaway
Zy Marquiez
January 16, 2017

“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”
– Mark Twain, Following The Equator: A Journey Around The World

” The universe is waiting for imagination for revolutionize it down to its core.”
–  Jon Rappaport, [JonRappoport.wordpress.com | NoMoreFakeNews.com]

“Imagination should be used, not to escape reality, but to create it.”
– Collin Wilson

What is imagination?

Can imagination be described?  Can one adjective really suffice?

Is imagination a breathtaking landscape?  Is it an imposing mountain suffused with roaring streams and picturesque and vibrant scenery?

Is imagination a walk on the beach with a lover, while experiencing the warmth of the sun caressing your skin while the timeless moment freezes in time?

Is imagination a dream beyond a dream, to be taken to utmost extremes?

Is imagination, like venturing into uncharted territory, an endless voyage into the unknown?

Is imagination like sailing the timeless ocean from horizon to horizon, to make berth everywhere, nowhere, and cast anchor on the port of your dreams?

How can someone put a description on a concept so boundless that it is wholly infinite?

None of the above explanations comes even close to defining imagination in its totality.

Such a thought-form…stretches the imagination, doesn’t it?

And yet, imagination is, was, and always will be.

Like a book that never ends, imagination shows us that each new page in the book of our lives we willingly turn to experience is an astounding adventure unleashed, written by each and every one of us.  And the more creative we are, the more interesting our lives become.

In life, the individuals who are most successful have laid the foundations for their actions well in advance of the actual moment of the challenge – they have imagined it.

Those who use imagination efficiently employ this as their greatest strength because they accumulate great personal force and make themselves grow ceaselessly.  Then, when it comes time to act, the power of their imagination is so overwhelming solutions abound in myriad ways.  In the grand scheme of life, they have chosen to breakaway and become more than those who do not employ imagination in its totality.

Individuals that use imagination are simply the embodiment of a living art in full swing.

Such individuals do not try, they simply are.

Midnight Shadows

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Midnight Shadows

Standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
searching the landscape
for lightning in a bottle –
for shadows within the darkness

These threads of errant thoughts
Help me gravitate towards shadowy fiends
fiends of my fantasy
which intriguingly satiate the catacombs of my soul
as the threshold of hope is reached

These shadows reside within a void
inside a landscape of tainted elation
spawned daily through affliction
yet transmute grey hope
into something more incisive
into silver strands of action

The tempo of my soul blares
contemplating this incisive moment
galvanized by the stroke of midnight
as the facade of reality shifts

The stroke of midnight now about
Darkness sweeps the land
releasing all its gorgeous strands
as the illusion of normality fades away

Suffused with shadows, every crevice
the land all rests in deepest slumber
yet shadows all go prance and dance
while light sleeps unknowing

These interludes of time
quietly begin dispersing
then despoiled by rising sun
shadows scatter within seams
to remain ensconced within my dreams

Again, standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
the vacuous feeling seeped away
as the seams within my dreams
became the locus of
a shadow’s paradise
to marauder when
the clock strikes midnight once again

Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
June 16, 2016

The Precipice Of Dreams: Shadows Within Darkness

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Shadows Within Darkness

Standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
searching the landscape
for lightning in a bottle –
for shadows within the darkness

Gravitating towards these shadowy fiends
fiends of my fantasy
intriguingly satiate the catacombs of my soul
as the threshold of hope is reached

These shadows reside within
inside a landscape of tainted elation
spawned daily through affliction
yet transmute hope
into something more incisive

The tempo of my soul blares
contemplating this incisive moment
galvanized by the stroke of midnight
as the facade of reality shifts

The stroke of midnight now about
Darkness sweeps the land
releasing all its gorgeous strands
the stars the topping of this night
as the illusion of normal fades away

Suffused with shadows, every crevice
the land all rests in deepest slumber
yet shadows all go prance and dance
while light sleeps unknowing

Shadows merge with all that is
spreading gorgeous tints about
sable colors dot the landscape
pushing creativity to its darkest hue

These interludes of time
quietly begin dispersing
are despoiled by the rising sun
thence the shadows scatter within seams
to remain ensconced within my dreams

Again, standing on the edge of the precipice
thoughts ruminate to and fro
the vacuous feeling seeped away
as the seams within my dreams
became the locus of
a shadow’s paradise
to marauder when
the clock strikes midnight once again

 By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
April 6, 2016

The Locus Of Victory


The Locus of Victory

Lying in the wake of Perfection’s Destruction,
The remnants burn forth spawning blemished flames

Flames of disarray; impure to the kernel
They mold tainted dreams of Perfection’s demise

Vulgar, these dreams – they haunt me nightly
Cunning and swift, they scar my ghosts
Echoing hellish rapture that vexes my soul

Broken serenades caress passion’s skin
Taunting elation to follow this life
Unscaved, passion, wanders now confused
Spiraling out of control within broken seams

The Locus of Victory is within my grasp,
As well as Defeat in this magnificent scheme

Twisted perfection; one endless dream
Vanished forever, until it’s resurrection

By: Zy Marquiez
TheBreakaway
March 12, 2016
Image Credit: DeviantArt.com