Hi, My name is Micah Park Biffle, I am the author of ' A Man's Traveled Heart,' I am a Veteran who found in understanding of my self through writing. I consider myself an architect of the imagination. Here you will see my creations come to life. My short stories, poems, my thoughts, and a little touch of my life. (I AM SLOWLY MOVING OF BLOGGER< FOR NEW STORIES PLEASE CLICK THE "MEDIUM" LINK TO THE LEFT)
A Genius of Now
A Genius of Now
He's a genius they say, for he invents, pushes and aims to change the world. To give the average the ability to touch the stars. To see our planet from the cusp of existence. How strange, how amazing, how bold this world has become.
We flourish with ideas, exchange them with one another around the world in an instant. Minds of overwhelming creativity burst into the spotlight, only if they are so daring to do so; as is the genius I speak of.
He has brought electricity to our feet, thrusting individuals through the streets. He has scrapped the skies with science, with rockets of mechanic brilliance. Stretching science to a new weave of design. For long we were limited in the world by the hands of our government.
Only the agencies, foreign and domestic of this dazzling planet were awarded the limitless endeavor of exploration. But now, a man of intrinsic and thought defying vision, has torn down such wall. He has given back the independence of expedition. He has brought the world what only the many have dreamed of.
Now, we are in the reaches of mass exploration. To fly to sites only a special select have seen and driving us to a new view of what could be.
I only hope, in his wild and beautiful venture, he does not fall to the all to easy words of the powerful, the corrupt. For too often great men become the vessel of the greedy. Expunging the exuberance of man for malcontent taste of power.
For the door that has been unlocked, is a door that can never be shut. It brings new stories, new light, new hope for new advancements. I hope that what change he brings, will bring light to the shadows that be.
The hidden gems we are not told of. The cures brought by new inventions, new materials, new ideas. We are amazing creatures, for only we can be as what we want, and do as we please. We are gifted to with the ability and opportunity to bring our dreams to reality.
But we must be brave, persistent and willing to fall. As has this man, and who this man is, I shall not say, for truly it does not matter; though you may already know. For a name is but a word, and what truly brings meaning to a name, is not the words it speaks, nor the words it writes, but the actions at which the beholder of a names takes.
Who do you think I am talking about and what do I mean in all this?
A Summer Bird's Winter Perch I watch this lonely bird chirp upon a slopping branch. Its feet wrapped firmly around the thin finger of bark. As I watch, I commiserate its position. Sitting there, alone, singing with no others to listen. Speaking I assume, to itself. Maybe contemplating its unfortunate circumstance. For the rest had already left for the winter. If I am not mistaken it was only a few days ago that I watched a flurry of birds dart by. Their wings flapping against the brisk wind collectively. Not a single one appeared worried of their journey. Their shadows crawled quickly across the empty streets during a fall evening. I watched them pass by like a feather floating down stream. I couldn't help but wonder, how long must they fly? What winds must they fight, what elements must they battle against? All must be against them as is every moment in time is against us all? Yet they fly forth to the heat of earth. Dependent upon their survival but, what
Step Out! Out, Out from the gloom, The obscure breath of doubt Take stone, break thy yoke, Let trouble fall, let shoulders be lifted, Flow, to the heavens Be but strain no more, Open wide, thy mouth, Let prayer fill thy tongue Be parched no more. Stillness in heart Though seas roar like lions, And beast snarl among mist, Step, Out! To mercy of life, Ease, be reborn. Let no shackle of past Be meaning for tear Take hammer, Fracture the cumbersome Be feet of swift Fill your days with strides, Though dunes widen And heat scorches thy soles. Out, Step out from thy fear, There is another to call To breach, To reach your heart Though thee be of man, Let not thy eyes of flesh Be the dealings of truth, Wander, In aspect to be whole Be not the coward hidden in cave, A creature curled Like frightened doe, For he walks beside thee, Like king among his men, A sword of greatness Sways from his belt, Ready, To swing against thy enemies, A presence more bold Than all the stars of a pitch sky.