La Sabiduria de Juan Pablo II by Nick Bakalar

La Sabiduria de Juan Pablo II by Nick Bakalar

Sound Mind is a collection of poetry inspired by the struggles we face to embrace our true colours. The first half is a short novel written in rhyme and verse. The second half is a collection of poetry written by the author during the creative process.

Sound Mind; Aura, a wolf born of many colours finds himself fighting to live his dreams as a singer/songwriter while maintaining the old traditions of his pack. This narrative epic poem stretches ninety-two pages and includes paintings created by the author.

Excerpt from Sound Mind:

The Valley

As the pups tip toe,

they notice the rituals of spring.

How the ice gives way

and rivers begin to sing.

Nature's melody rings out,

subtle and everlasting.

Birds all in harmony

and never distracting.

No puzzles to piece,

no forced bindings.

One is all, in these surroundings.

A pin drop in the snow

could be heard in the valley.

The birds lost their voices

and whispered sadly.

The signs began to stand out,

Luna began to run with force.

Her pups struggling to keep up

as she was taken by the source.

The pack was huddled.

Luna was lashed by fear.

She at once lost her senses and began to tear.

Miscellaneous Poems fills out the remainder of the collection with a broad series of poems, lyrics and paintings.

Excerpt from Miscellaneous Poems:



Designed

We're back together like rain in the water.

As we grew older this town grew smaller.

Now here we are, drowning with the rest.

Together but alone in this mess.

We've paced back and forth,

we've worn out our shoes.

We've bathed in many colours,

yet all that remains are the blues.

We're both shackled and muzzled.

Almost laughing at this struggle.

We almost made it out but sank in this sand.

A drop of water in this desert, who could withstand?

We've paced back and forth,

we've worn out our shoes.

We've bathed in many colours,

yet all that remains are the blues.

Like drunks, we have to call it quits.

Like drunks, we probably won't remember this.

You head your way and I'll head mine.

We won't blame each other, just the way we were designed.

These poems are recommended for a mature audience due to subject matter. All images have been rendered in greyscale to follow a common theme.