Time fades pain, you know?
It’s not forever,
simply a humbling and temporary
reminder
of our humanity.
030822
Time fades pain, you know?
It’s not forever,
simply a humbling and temporary
reminder
of our humanity.
030822
The Internet told me
it gets better with time
and
I want to feel this,
this…
better they speak of;
Seems like every time I’m close enough
to reach it, touch it, be it
it’s snatched away.
Or, maybe it runs…
Either way,
all I’ve ever known is pain, and confusion.
I just want to heal
and I’m tired of
this interference.
Please,
just let me be
free.
030622
Meditate, baby love…
Calm yourself.
Hydrate and remember that
this too shall pass.
You are neither martyr
nor victim;
Trust yourself and the Universe, and know that
your time is on the way
and your transformation is almost complete.
Yes, it’s true you’re not like the others
but that was never a bad thing;
Your feelings of inadequacy
and wounded heart
are necessary lessons [not burdens]
in owning your life and soul purpose.
Your dreams were never invalid;
Spirit just needed you to value yourself
the way the world already does.
You had to experience pain
to be sure you were ready for
the pleasure bound to your path.
Chaos and conflict always precede order
and your destiny is yet unwritten –
Just ride the waves of
challenge
and find yourself in healing
and love.
030422
One of my favorite lines
I haven’t written yet;
But when I find it,
I’ll let the world know.
022522
I keep trying to pour myself
into your empty cup
and mine runs dry as it fills yours up
but your fine goblet
must have a puncture in it
somewhere;
because no matter how much I pour
it’s never quite enough –
my remaining specks of sanity
implore me to run
over and out;
Away, away
went the years I ignored myself,
now I’m focused on filling my own cup.
You only notice
because yours has gotten empty,
so used to draining me
that you fear being drained
yourself…
and honestly,
I’ve had to work too hard at restoring my energy
to find enough to volunteer as tribute
for your wayward and imbalanced
supply.
022222
Here’s to
bittersweet but inevitable endings,
and
promising new beginnings.
Raise a glass
and put one in the air;
Celebration
is almost always
poignant, yet somewhat painful,
the reasons for it many
the truth of it
its own reckoning.
Like the taste of water
it’s almost indescribable, yet fulfilling
always that small missing element within
you never know is needed
until it’s something you no longer experience.
022222
Stories;
Surrounded by so many of them,
each as unique and infinitesimal
as the Universe itself –
the respect and love I carry for each
is commensurate with
my own –
for myself.
So I don’t worry about the overstimulated baby
who cries because they’re not
comfortable enough in their present environment
to sleep;
Or the older gentleman who almost falls over
as he sleeps through the bumps and jerks and sudden stops
the bus makes.
I pay no mind to the young melanated man
rapping his renditions of K.R.I.T. out loud
or the woman having a loud phone conversation
in the back.
I’m not disturbed by the cacophonic symphony of sounds
and life
around me,
only everyone (else)’s obvious, yet covert need
to hide their varied emotional states
in fear of being called out for their contribution
to these perceived disruptions.
I smile realizing
life’s just like this bus ride,
many different beings
getting on
and off, with different destinations…
some together, but mostly separate
all just trying to get somewhere,
even when they might not know
where they’re headed;
But still rolling along
travelling their various paths;
Paths which intersect and often collide
by the most Divine of orchestrations.
Many of us haven’t reached our stop yet
but the bell rings no differently
regardless of where we choose to hop off
and when…
A story doesn’t happen in its beginnings
or end;
It happens in the telling –
we’re all still writing ours, in one way
or another.
020822
The price of brilliance
is the sanity;
the gift of genius
is the willfully spirited nature
of a being that allows it
to transcend conformity
to the status quo
and avoid the repetitive, patternistic
actions
that’d keep them stuck in
[the] cycles of routine insanity
that define sub-dimensional
reality.
021322
Even beings of evil are art;
they too contain many layered
subtleties
of [un]conscious actualization.
Just as nuanced and fragile
as memory itself,
they once also had Higher origins
of creation
that manifested their existence
and anointed them with free will.
Each energy has Divine purpose
and the choice to decide how/whether to
fullfill it.
By sheer God-conscious will alone
Art is
the pleasure of creation
and the energy of Every(thing).
021322
I forgive you.
I’m grateful for the lessons
our challenges unearthed
and the growth
there’s been.
I know everything is fated;
nothing happens for no reason,
but sometimes, and only sometimes,
do I wish things could’ve been different –
for us.
020722
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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