BENEVOLENCE

BENEVOLENCE

ALL THE WORLD'S' A STAGE
i'VE CHOSEN TO ENGAGE
i PLAY MY ONLY PART
EVERY MOMENT
HAS AN ENDING
EVERY ENDING
HAS A START
i GO HERE
i GO THERE
i REACH INTO MY POCKET
AND PAY MY HUMBLE SHARE
i TASTE THE EARTH
FROM FERTILE SOIL IT GIVETH BIRTH
i FEEL THE SUN
LIGHT AND WARMTH TILL DAY IS DONE
i BREATH THE AIR
A GIFT FOR ALL MANKIND TO SHARE
THE PLAYFUL WIND
THEN SCATTERS SEEDS
SPROUTING LIFE
TO BLESS MY NEEDS
THEN WATER FALLS FROM HIGH ABOVE
OF MANY THINGS i TRULY LOVE

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fouth Day

 Of The 
First Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen 

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

The Death Of Dr. Doctrinaire

THE DEATH OF DR. DOCTRINAIRE 

RED LIGHT FLASHING
HOPE WITHSTANDING
GATEWAY VALVE
WAS OPEN WIDE
PRESSURE GUSHED
THROUGHOUT HIS MIND
WRONGFUL DEEDS
HE HAD CONCEDED
UPON OTHERS
HE HAD TREATED
NOW RELEASED
FROM SELF-ILLUSION
FORWARD FACING
NO CONCLUSION
THERE WAS MUCH
TO BE UNDONE
STILL HIS STORY
WAS UNSUNG
NO MORE DOGMATIC
SELF-IMPOSED INFLICTION
PRAISE THE LONG AWAITED
DEATH AND CONVICTION
OF DR. DOCTRINAIRE
SOON THERE AFTER
PROCEEDED GREAT REPAIR
SPAWNING INNER LAUGHTER
REBIRTH COULD NOT COME TO SOON
FROM HIS PSYCHOLOGICAL MONSOON

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Second Day

 Of The 
First Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen 

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Selfless Men (Version Two)

Selfless Men
(Version Two)

With blood and tears, the past was stained
Prevailing peace gives hope again
Blessed are we that all can stand
Upon this free and fertile land
Let us give respect in mass
For men of war that have since passed
For all the selfless men that fell
We place our poppies on lapel
Let''s remember with all our hearts
Each beloved man makes up the parts
Of what today our country has become
And pray that waging wars are forever done

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Second Day

Of the 

First Month

In the Year
Two Thousand And Nineteen 

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Cleansing My Head

Cleansing My Head

Someone once told me I was wrong and my thoughts were all in my head.

I decided to apply thought to their comment, giving birth to a deeper perspective of myself.

If in fact my thoughts were wrong, what then could I do.

I first imagined replacing my head with a new head....... Hmm.

This would certainly do the trick but then I'd be dead.

There must be a better way.

What if, instead, I apply right thought for the purpose of removing wrong thought.

Seeing-as-though I used thought in the first place to give birth to wrong thought, this made perfect sense.

I gave it a try, and to my surprise it worked like a charm.

For the next six years, I worked very hard cleansing my head.

I succeeded at removing the excess junk and clutter.

When I was done, I decided to have some fun.

I went about selectively choosing the most beautiful thoughts I could find to decorate the inner spaces of my head.

It's important to mention that I found it much easier to cleanse my head when I changed the environment in which to be present.

I searched for calm, kind and clean places, and hung with healthy minded, compassionate people who cared about themselves and others.

How could I be successful at cleansing my head if wrong thoughts were filling up my head faster than I could remove them.
Now I have lots of room in my head for right thoughts to freely move and breath.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

11th Day

 Of The 

11th Month

In the Year

Two Thousand And Seventeen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.ca

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Hammer Down The Walls

Hammer Down The Walls

It took me but a moment

In the blackest of places

For the purest of white light

To well up from deep within my spaces

Now I saw

Where I couldn’t see before

Now I felt

Where I couldn’t feel before

My Inner world

Swirled with temporary blur

Just until I was led to believe

That within my inner nothingness

The power was always mine to cure

I hammered down the walls

Tilled the substance of my soul

Rearranged a little here and there

Put some love where there was fear

And asked for blessings just to be fair

From deep within

Anything you can create

Just believe beyond all that doubt

It only takes a moment, if you truly want out

Hammer down your walls

Till the substance of your soul

Rearrange a little here and there

Put some love where there is fear

And asked for blessings just to be fair

Now you’ll see

Where you couldn’t see before

Now you’ll feel

Where you couldn’t feel before

Your Inner world will

Swirl with temporary blur

Just until you're led to believe

That within your inner nothingness

The power has always been yours to cure

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

8th Day

 Of The 

Tenth Month

In the Year

Two Thousand And Seventeen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

Tick-Talking-Of-The-Clock

Tick-Talking-Of-The-Clock

Did you ever stop-time-to-think about the tick-talking-of-the-clock ?  Mechanical-time constantly controls-our-thinking. The mechanical tick-talking-of-the-clock dick-tates at a constant speed: never changing....... absolute......... solidly reliable it would seem. Reliability is thought to be a sense of security.

The Greatest power on Earth seems to be the Clock. Did you ever stop-time-to-think how your every action revolves around mechanical-time, just as the Earth revolves around the Sun. Did you ever stop-time-to-think that our hearts are similar to clocks...... they tick-talk like a clock everyday, however, the tick-talking of our hearts in certainly not constant: it tends to change its speed according to our physical actions; it revolves around us instead.

Are we then the Sun of Time ? I thought about the sound the mechanical clock makes, and noticed I no longer hear it. Digital clocks tend to make no sound. I think the sound of the clock used to re-enforce the sense of security as does all things that are constantly dictated and seemingly reliable.

Could it be that this sense of security was false all along ? Maybe just maybe, by not hearing the tick-talking-of-the-clock, we have regained our sense of freedom from the disappearance of the constant audible sound of the tick-talking-of-the-clock nipping at our minds: we can now stop-the-clock-to-think, thereby, giving freedom back to thought.

It's funny how a person can get to where they are going by applying freedom-of-thought, which inevitably decreases the amount of time it takes to get to where they were meant to go in the first place....... all-the-while, mechanical-time stayed constant. Could this mean that time can exist within time, within time, within time.......etc.

If this is true, freedom-of-thought is the greatest source of power : even greater than the tick-talking-of-the-clock. Time then becomes a creation of thought, and not a creation of mechanical movement dictating our every move. This gives you the power to stop and start time at any one particular time any time you desire. Mechanical time would no-longer control you by setting virtual boundaries, but instead, you would control the tick-talking-of-the-clock.

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Second Day

 Of The 

Third Month

In the Year

Two Thousand And Sixteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca

No Thistles Or Weeds

No Thistles Or Weeds

What is a page without words there upon it

It's much like a man that has lost all his wit

But something is said of a slate that is clean

It's then that a purposeful path can be seen

Gone is the waste - no more pride to defend

The once broken mind will begin to unbend

Sprouting thoughts will appear once again

In the form of words flowing from mental pen

Leaving it's mark upon the open fertile page

Like a fragrant garden growing parsley and sage

This time round they'll be no thistles or weeds

Just a warm loving Sun and the finest of seeds

Nurtured with love and with kindness abound

Foundations of strength will grow up from the ground

So keep in mind that thoughts are the same as seeds

They will grow into fragrant herbs or a garden of weeds

So carefully choose then the thoughts which to grow

For the reaper must pick what the farmer did sow

Written By: Michael K. Englmann

On the 

Fifth Day

 Of The 

Second Month

In the Year

Two Thousand And Sixteen

AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter

iambigbang.blogspot.com

michaelenglmann@shaw.ca