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The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching

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  The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching The atmosphere over Pine Creek churns before it breaks. The sky stops being a distant ceiling, and tears open into a fevered, gestural vortex, churning in fierce ribbons of cadmium gold, raw ember, and bruised ink. Here, in the suffocating stillness of the build-up, the heat plays violent tricks on my inner eye. As the squall gathers, the twisting ironwoods and fractured ridges don't feel empty; they crawl with the uncanny belief of the Little People, low-slung, watchful phantoms spun from wire, red dust, and dry static, waiting out the road's fragility. Every jagged branch and swirling filament of cloud becomes a face, an arm, a sinister presence breathing inside the rising storm, drawing the traveller deeper into the delirium of the interior. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Fl...
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Rapid Creek Plant Life

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You can taste it in the air
It is outer-worldly
All alone
Radical
That night
Walk out of the car 
Feel special
Sheer bliss



Forget the narcissist leader
Who persuades you through their exceptional talent

The leader who elicits your secrets
Who manipulates every situation you are in

The leader who is beyond control
Who will make you regret

Idiots all of them
Basking in their callous work

Take a step outside
Walk into the night
And enjoy the uniqueness of life


I have always believed in miracles
My victory was expected
I was one of those unpopular leaders
But they voted me in

I want to make you happy
But I made a mess of it
From this crisis to the next
The smirk was killing me

But I learned quite a lot
I took command
I took control
I picked a direction and I went for it

I became humorous
I became frequent
I became spontaneous

They now know I care for them 
They now know that I understand 
I know what you are going through


The predicted actions of leaders
Who fall into helplessness
Who becomes passive, indecisive, and depressed
What to do when we are faced by failure

From childhood to adulthood
The accumulation of negative experience
From one season to the next

Sensing loss of influence 
And the failure of accomplishment
Then emphasizing caution and risk aversion
By weighing loss 
And not promoting gain

How to then
Regain pervasiveness
Take positive action
And aggressively take risks









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