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When daybreak comes and I no longer care
to listen for the mourning doves first cry,
anticipate the sunrise in the sky
or smell the apple blossoms in the air
my passion to write poetry will die.
The Encounter Worthy of self and same. Higher value others are. More than harm from the unkind. Coldhearted. Brutal. Cruel.Pulling strings like a puppeteer.
We are complete in one another
We are perfect perfection to apex perfectionism individually
We are a temple of each other’s worship
Twilight tempts me to dinner
The first there at my first cry
In its accompanying greatness, my heart leaped for a cheer
My Purpose Is BIGGER... !!!!!
Than To Earn BIG Figures...
For Using Rhyme Scripture...
That's WEAKER Than... Tigger... !!!!!
It's Purpose Like Fixtures Holds FIRM and Delivers...
Why does everything have to mean anything?
Because everything we hold dear
Is fabricated and empty.
I’m a spec who lives on a sphere.
You are the greatest secret
kept from yourself.
It is in hiding your Light
that you become lost.
It is in resisting the moment,
I was born an orphanbut given the greatest opportunity possibleI was chosen by the most worthy familyI grew up healthy and happywith mere struggles to overcomeone day my life went awry and I nearly passed
We are a nation of “simps” in a world of mad men - unknown
I’m like a bubble,
Levitating round and around
And when I reach the surface,
I would measure deeds on the scale
Adorn the time with the pendulum
Wondering how sand walk on her.
Taking time to understand as the fine dust I am.
I would return, grey or not.
Life has known several extraordinary things
The soul has been the in paranormals
The mind has lost its sanity
The aura helps the spirit to catch the fairies of mercy, grace and love
If you're dying to yourself, then you're living for Him.
If you're living for Him, then you're becoming who you were created to be.
If you're becoming who you were created to be, then you're pursuing purpose.
Are you fighting to pay your rent every month?
Or are you fighting to secure your children’s future?
Are you fighting to beat the opposition?
All I am is a shadow
A whisper of smoke in a dim room
The smell of gasoline on couches and chairs
I am the match that calls from the box
in the drawer
in the kitchen
in the home you forgot was yours
falling against the coarse rug, I feel the ripples of fear pang against my core
darting around inside of me are the remnants of thoughts
they aren’t random, yet they don’t match up
You look out to the sea,
and see the horizon,
where the known meets the unknown and chases into oblivion.
you get the feeling there's more to everything,
more to the sand that swallows your feet,
A chick stands for the first time,
Tall and poised, at the edge of the sea cliff.
The salty wind ruffles her feathers comfortingly.
The inhalation after the sprint.
The rain after the drought.
The forgiveness after the wrong.
The human capacity to love
and to choose love
and to choose love
and to choose love
amidst despair,
Stop, close your eyes.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Feel the air as it fills you;
and as it leaves you.
Open your eyes
and see the world around you.
Look beyond the pain, terror, and despair,
While sitting in a small, dimly-lit coffee shop, my eye is caught by a small decorative pillow sulking in the corner on a long wooden bench.
Dreams are among the stars
In sight, but out of reach
Til one falls, shooting fire.
Seeing this must then teach
The law of desire
Upon the shallow river’s floor,Our protagonist is found,His clothes hang heavy,By a burden he is bound.He empties his fears,As they flow from his ears,He escapes them not,For a new guide appears.
Many of the experiences that make us grow are uncomfortable
Many of them are surely life-changing
Some of them are relevations
My growth experience, sure, it was painful
But it made me accept the pain
November 19, 2017, at 1:29 in the morning, my heart was broken and restored, all in the same moment in time.
That night is imprinted in my memory, and on my hip, in stark black ink.
Our world, separated by darkness and light,
Roughly advances, more difficult to fight;
People will struggle in order to thrive,
Though many just struggle to stay alive;
When I was born, society handed me a script
I played the part quietly and kept my lips zipped
But I missed it, the system was gonna get my wrists slit
So I ripped up the script and kissed the name misfit.
Through that happy dream
Open this wide gray doorYell then step and screamWhat is this place all for?
Love can be very expensive,
so save your money up.
A bitter sweet combination
like lemon and honey stuff
Never ever forget about the prize
Focus from the moment you begin
When I eat veggies,
Nature comes to my own brain,
When I drink cocoa,
I thank God that I exist.
What can explain it?
I am not an accident.
Why with randomness?
Everything has a purpose,
It emanates from you.
A paramount aroma. One so compelling we may be blinded by it.
Like a bat who's lost the ability to echo-locate, only guided by his scent.
In The Middle
August 31, 2018 ~ Friday
Every person, tall or leaning
Building what they thought was meaning
We think we are grand, do we not?
So did those bygone species I’m sure.
The colossal and the modest alike,
for which time inevitably granted an end.
My, how I wish to dream.
Not the flighty, incomprehensible fairies of sleep.
Not the droughts which form gaps in your memory.
The childhood days fly past,
the dark future casts a shadow of fear upon me.
Each day I live without having a clear purpose,
hoping it will better.
I fight the voices in my head,
Two men who are polar opposites,
Same tragic past, they both thought of it.
One became his fear meanwhile one creates the fear.
The Villain laughs and smiles as The Hero toughens up and rubs dirt.
Work rhymes with jerk.
Work also rhymes with berserk.
It is the strangest coincidence that a mind going berserk and acting like a jerk
are both products of work.
Nobody is perfect. I’m Nobody. Perfect.
contradiction leaves me hurting.
Beneath the surface, my purpose is complex, that's for certain.
I'm struggling with the weight of this burden.
Life is not a box of chocolates.
Life is an endless ladder that each of us have to climb.
It is nothing but an empty dream.
Dear Life,
If there's one thing you've taught me
It's that insecurity is tangible.
That everywhere you turn
You wonder if you'll ever be enough.
You look at those around you
Purpose
Individual.
Unique.
Personal.
Who are you?
Who are we?
A purpose found – found and exploited.
Finding us, no, finding yourself;
Obtainable?
Laying in Isolation my desolated thoughts couldn't be much heavier,
My head hurt as the dilenma was inconclusive,
These lntertwined thoughts led my bamboozed self to the Red sea,You see?
A choice was to be made,
Circumstance may be the direct reflection of your purpose or your purpose maybe the direct reflection of your circumstance.... which defines you
Dear Purpose,
I am searching for you.
Day by day I walk by my mirror.
Side glances and momentary looks judge my exterior.
Day by day life gets more monotonous.
Jeremiah 29:11
" 'For I know I have plans for you'
-Declares the lord-
'plans to prosper you
and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope
From horoscope readings
To zodiac signs
To interpreting the location of the stars in the sky
To stumbling upon one special person
Unaware of the great impact they will have on you
Whether it will be good or bad
I Wish
Upon a lot of the stars in the sky
To become and to bloom and expand into something that I could never be right now
I just want to go
To go run across the earth and pump my legs as fast as I can
To a Certain Skeletal Sickness
Dear Ana, you know your devastation on me.
When you take a physical part away, you also steal my soul
There can only be one opinion, right?
“Because I love you.”
These are the precious words:
Full of hope, promises, and happiness,
God, move your peopleMove in this placeThe Lord's name is powerfulForever God you reignYou call me cou
What is poetry if not the beating of a heart before it stops?
What is it if not the laughing of a child before the laughter is "too old"?
I am often knocked down by the gazes of the haters,
back biters, the bullies, the witty, and the other fool phonies.
Then when life got better for me. I’ve tasted glory
They all know my story
I wanted to be a poet,
until I found out you had to be weird.
I wanted to philosophize,
but found I couldn't grow a beard.
I wanted to write a novel,
but lacked the foresight to plan it.
I found the feeling of love in a teenage boy, deep in his caramel eyes.
The warmth I felt when I stared kept me warm through those cold October nights
A year ago I lost my spark. I felt as if I was a dying flame where nothing could save me. I lost all hop in myself. I thought that if I didn’t get the perfect grades, played the best sport, looked a certain way, I had no purpose.
Here I am hangin my head with a noose
I could simply choose \Buzz of Role Models tell me not to Refuse
I thought I could trust your cues
But the very people I idolize teach me to lose
One step forward
Two steps back
Is this ever true
One move closer
Two backtracks
Creates new paths for you
One truth found
Two lies learned
When do you become me?
Is it when she broke our heart?
Is it when we stayed up for hours with our new friends?
She was an artist,
She was a beautiful, lost soul,
Everyone knew she would change the world,
Except for her,
She did not know what she would do,
She did not know her potential,
Sometimes I wish to talk to the version of me in the past
The weak woman without purpose I had been
A little candlelight burning at the command of others
1.
I saw in the reflective glass an image of a man unknown,
Alone thou stood in the quiet dawn - waiting for me to arrive,
Search and search and search,
When I was a year younger, I did not know how to float.
I sunk into a deep ocean of heavy sadness.
I unknowingly drowned myself there.
I changed.
When I was a year younger, I did not know how to swim.
The end is a hard chair
so steer your paper sails carefully
and watch the day twice
to know it better
Black shroud, blue sky, white moon to greet me.
Silence and comfort, they slowly leave me.
Gather your mind, child awaken.
Do you feel the air, the life you take in
As you breathe the breath for reason?
The racing of our imaginations --you argue, perhaps, that is our incentive?Lives without incentives are insane,and insanity with incentive is life.And how can we know what is beyond our mountains,
What awakens my eyes?
What seemingly invisible something
Sparks my passion, without wrinkling my soul
I grow older
The first time I met the sun,He was about 5 feet and 9 inches tall.His smile was always so radiant,that I would squint when I looked up to him
The creative langague of
flaunting words together--
each transition
a contortion of imagination
and the fantasy of reality.
These are my faithful inspirations
because words are my pearls
Its Nothing that I hate more than anything.
It’s the apathy, boredom, listlessness, indifference
The wandering directionless
that is more painful than any pain.
Why didn’t I go into poetry?
Interest didn’t jolt, but was awaken
Solving all puzzles in geometry
Notably, she had left my legs shaken
I had to establish a connection
Life is a puzzle
A mystery
Finding our purpose
Is through finding ourselves
Finding ourselves
Is through our exploration
Words coursing through our veins
Yearning to share their secrets
Afraid that there is a greater potential
a box they give us to condition in
if they do this long enough
they believe that we'll be trapped
trapped in a mindset that they control
No hope
No love
Where my emotionIs gathered inConstant tensionMy nose, my throatHot clouds ofBreath that disallow The peaceful rainTo swallow downMy doubt, my insecuritiesMy stress, my fear
Life without love is lifeless. Love without life is bitter. Everyone knows I'm a sinner, and they keep posting it on twitter.
Actually
The toxins taste like chilled cherries
Once your purpose is as buried as pharaohs past.
Where our voice cannot reach
Poetry is the bridgework
We write what we cannot say out loud
And our voices are deafening
Life gave me the motions but without the vibrations
Melancholy attacked and my soul was in constant isolation
Life was a chess board and my king was checkmated
You stay silent and tell no one assuming they never related
Poetry’s Poem
Is breathing an obsession?
I think not, when breath means I’m existing.
Is poetry a compulsion?
I think not, when poetry means I’m living,
It’s not supposed to be frustrating
Was it not meant to be liberating?
Who made the rules?
Who abides by them?
We did and we do
We can forget them too
Be grammar rebels
Art lovers
I've realized it's really hard to write without having someone in your mindbecause, in your thoughts, they spend most of their time.
Detach
My lungs fought to fill themselves
Spots filled my vision
A spasm of coughs escaped my lips
Darkness
A purpose to strive for
is all that I need.
A purpose to fulfill
is the goal of my deeds.
As long as I have a purpose,
my actions will be planned
and my thoughts will be organized,
PURPOSE.
WHEN IT DISAPPEARS IT DRIVES YOU INTO WINDING, DARK ROADS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
THEN SLYLY WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR TO MAKE YOU THINK EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT.
Some people can’t live without the basics:
Water, food, shelter
And the latest season of The Bachelor.
But me?
I’m a little bit more complicated than that.
Foundation, eye shadow, eyeliner
Some of the products used by many
The clothes that society says look good are designer
Am I the only one that finds jeans on clearance at JcPenny?
Purpose is the driving force behind all action.
Is it to much to ask, to know one's purpse?
The answer is never where you look. But
One thing is for certain; one
Thing remains the same as time slides by--
As the world appears to stop
As the events of the day and the events of the future begin melding together,
to form one tangle of thought,
On Einstein's General Relativity :)
Time unbroken,
pushes it's eternal expanse.
A dimensionless space
gone with every fleeting glance.
Men of the experiment,
Hope
A blazing fire within my soul
Motivating me further
Inspiring dreams
Creating purpose
Hope
Keeps my soul from withering
Like a flower denied rain
I am nourished as long as
Life without vision, is life without mind,
Ignorance can be bliss, but not of this kind,
Monotonous, the journey, is the life of the blind,
But even the visionless—sight, they may find,
Art;
the (blood rushing through
my veins, painting me with color in this
gray, flavorless world)
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Still, we fight and fight for more and more,
Trying to hold on to our possessions, but the possessions are the ones that bind.
Maybe the only way to win this game is to not keep score.
Are you searching for meaning friend?
Are you coming to your bleeding end?
Do your wrists speak your bleeding mind,
telling you your purpose is hard to find?
I care little for luxuries.
Material things like clothing, electronics, and jewelry mean nothing to me.
I don't listen to society.
Media has no influence on who I am or what I do.
I shy away from extravagance,
My hands are always full
I don't want to be successful
I don't want that at all
I don't want a big house
Of which I've paid off every ounce
With my supportive spouse
Why; Is an unsolvable question that I ask myself every day.
Why am I here?
Why am I stuck in this Hell hole?
Why do you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why do I feel like this?
Why do I do what I do?
LightWhat is there to know?DarknessWhat is there to show?PainWhat is there to heal?HappinessWhat is there to feel?Inquiring of the elements of lifeYou unveil timeless secrets of old
Picture the summer of 2014. Driving on the freeway. Walking along the beach. Blasting music with the windows down.
Is this going to be a typical California summer? Not in the slightest.
Narrow minds
stuck in wide subdivisions
They are but hopeless strings
on a Puppet Master’s creation
I'm surround by close minded individuals + heartless souls.
No one really vibes with me.
No one really fucks with me.
No one can understand the gold + wisdom that comes from my tongue.
Day in and day out.
Purpose--a complex structure in our mind
Profound in sound, trivial in its utter existence.
Perfect clones don't exist, but passions mix
Painful links of genuinity and commonity.
No matter what I write
Behind the screen of doubts
A mental prison of night
Obscured by the formidable shouts
Mama says
“You have no passion. What do you love? What do you like?”
I don’t respond, I hate conflict, don’t want to fight.
But there’d be no mind-changing anyways
Silent bliss and noisy joy, there's no method to the madness.
A question with no complete answer.
The wind blows with no purpose.
It feels nice, and
makes the day more bearable.
Although it seems
to blow hard,
Although it moves
my shirt & paper.
it does not care.
It blows because
it should.
I am Tammy TortoiseBrown and green and blue and turquoiseTo do my best I am always poisedBecause I know my life has great purpoiseYes, I'm small and slowIt has no negative effect, though
sense of purpose,
sense of worth
a thought of my impact
on this earth.
not sure why
or what purpose i serve,
but i know i'll make a difference
in this fallen, broken world
you know even with all the pain in my life
i still live each day and get through the night
i must still be looking for something or maybe someone
because if i wasnt looking you bet i'd just run
Do you ever stop to ask yourself: are you really satisfied?
Are you happy with the way that you live this fleeting life?
Or maybe, you're like me, and you've come to realize
In the parched places I pausedfor a cool refreshing draft and found myselfdown to my last drop but you were thereto give me drink to energize me
Conception.
Two cells coming together to create one new being.
A small precious person growing, living.
Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.
Ready to make the future reality.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What is my purpose?
These questions play like a song repeating in my mind
I sit in class thinking of my pupose
What am I here to do?
Am I even here to do anything?
Who am I? Am I here for a purpose, do I have a duty? Living among 7 billion, in a universe of beauty? Am I a walking clump of cells waiting to go back to the ground?
The shadow of the candle flame flickers against the wall. Rhythmic melodies and beats creep their way into the ears.
Use my weakness
Use my flaws
To display your strength
To display your cause
Use my talents
Use my skills
Only for your glory
Only for your will
Use all of me every part
I'm not the typical female,
not even instructions will help.
I come with all emotions but
avoid sadness.
Humor and sarcasm is what I
do best, even in the moments
that need attention.
My soul reaches out for comfort, contentment even.
I bask in the ways they teach me, the ways they want me to learn, to memorize.
What to wear, how to look, what to feel.
I begin to feel routine, I'm comfortable.
I Am A Shooting Star
Once You See Me I Amaze You
But By Time You See Me, Im Already Gone
My Existence Has Already Been No Longer
Dead To The Outside, But Alive In Your Mind
when the cracks in my palms wanted toleak secrets like loose faucets, i resistedstitching them back together with peoplewho did not deserve me.i pressed my hands against a mirror, told
We watch this time go by
And maybe we grow
All we can do is sigh
And say, "Where did the day go?"
The Clock goes tick-tock-tick
And it just makes us sick
The way it perseveres
Finding a purpose was hard
I could see no path, no place where I belonged
Unbalanced in athletics, mediocre in academics
I had feared I would no longer matter
Finding a purpose was hard
I could see no path, no place where I belonged
Unbalanced in athletics, mediocre in academics
I had feared I would no longer matter
I discover myself contemplating my being
as I linger in an abyss of corruption.
Hiding from the mournfulness that intimidates me as I sleep.
I was never cherished, I was no favorite of anything.
In a world where we work until we die
what’s in store for you and i?
only the rich, smart, and strong will survive
what does it mean to be alive?
to go down swinging
to run the street singing
Is there anything out there for me?
in a world of billions,
what does it take
to do something useful?
to do something great?
i barely even know
who i am
or who i could be.
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas,
Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases,
Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
Middle Tennessee State University holds me strong,
In its arms, I can see my future career can't go wrong.
Down in the south, I find my passion, love, and knowledge,
By chord or page
by leap or stroke
by chisel or chainsaw
creation is done.
Process,
more or less
can impact success.
Chord by chord
notes bring melody
To the day I die I will search for it
My soul screams for it, it is in pain
What is the purpuse in my life?
I don't belive in JUST a life, there must be more to it than pleasures and sorrow
I don't really know who I'm writing toBut then, we never really know, do we?Not until we meet them.
Some people sing, some people danceSome joke, and still others act
We each do it for our own reason.
If there's one thing that disgusts me about the world today it'd be the lack of acknowledgment of wrongs
This country is the biggest offender especially when its main goal is based off of legal tender
Water.
Floundering.
Almost drowning.
Remnants of a man-made aircraft smolder in the sea.
Where am i?
Business suits,
skinny jeans,
high heels,
t-shirts,
Rain drops on the pond,
Their tiny little ripples that stir the water in curious patterns.
Oh, how I love to watch the rain.
Maybe our lives are like those itty bitty rain drops,
They asked me to measure my life in a glass
Determine the worth and state it in halves
To cut up the moments and bind every scrap
Together in leather and draw up a map
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
Then my life started to fall apart...BoyfriendGood friendsPopularGood lookingIt was all in my handsBut it was falling out of His grasp.
If Time passes like the wind
is it really that Important?
If people die every day
do their lives even mean a thing?
Why are we even here
if we will just pass away someday?
Why are we existing
Warm salty yet smooth waves covered my feet like a blanket Trying to look past the currents- the waves and the boats
It seems to me the maverick to beWants more to agree than to disagreeThinking out loud, “Modus vivendi”
Please tell me that we haven't become
Mindless conformities made to match;
to blend in, to mask who we really are.
Why do we follow so closely
this pattern of mediocrity?
A Sparrow perched upon me.
Shifting, groaning uncomfortably
I hoped its company be brief.
Not for any hidden grudge,
It all started one day
just an ordinary day
the first time they got together
the first of their new forever
Their love was expressed
as they got undressed
Still just another ordinary day
Wake up everyday to a the same say
"Right hand over your heart,begin..."
Then begins the complaining
Every night " I stay up late to grade"
Waking up to selfish bliss
Unknowledgeable of the worst crisis
Hours passed, time went by
A knock and a note sent my angel to the sky
Violent crash, a quick pass, he nervously replied
‘Fraid to speak,
At least Me.
Free thoughts, who float’d aimlessly.
Neurons spark,
Genius bridged.
Still Lost thoughts, who fail’d past my lips.
Transcendence, Apathy, Fear.
The students
Walk down the hallway
And toss the
Vagrant's gold
On the ground
Meanwhile
The man leans
On his broom
And eyes humanity
With a sordid look
Blinded by the glimmer, the light off-centered, shining on the empty things, objects of suffering, grasping all that glitters, grasping all that glitters, a light which seems to flicker, on and off throughout the night, will you reconsider?
Born of water,
And of ice,
Warm exterior to suffice.
Raised from dust,
Breath of life,
Born into eternal strife.
Set up walls,
Love has no boundaries. Love is selfless.
Love is scarifice. Love is charity.
The rich in love reach out to the helpless.
The heart of gold grows in maturity.
One finds passion and eternally grows.
Dark, cold, alone.
Sitting here, waiting.
Waiting for what? Not sure myself.
The sun rises, and gives me hope.
Hope for a better day. A new beginning.
But that hope is empty. Meaningless.
You planned their form in the days of Creation,
And You'll be with them 'til their final destination.
You knit them together in the darkness of night.
You made each part special; everything is right.
The great blacklight in the sky
Makes the people wonder why
All the dismal things have gone
And the shadows have moved on.
The shining face of a kind man
Makes us feel that we too can
Run.
Go forward,
Trust your legs.
Are they pillars or twigs?
Faster.
Like Hell.
Towards The Destination.
Times’ scythe nips at your heels.
Recover.
The pain of the world strapped to their ankles
a poet is weighed down.
Weighed down
like cotton bales strapped to hunched backs;
stone uprooted by torn cuticles and nails
This is an empty chair.
And on above, the light burns long,
as Distracted drones its song
and you wait,
with anticipating eye.
Here is your chance at life.
I AM waiting, you’re delaying
I once met love at the front door!
And, when I glaced it's direction
Love, beautifully, smiled back at me.
That was love. My first sight!
I became instantly drawn to love.
A heart pure and strong
A mind so quick and clever
A voice that can reach out
A world to be made better
Beauty is unreachable
Love is just a game
Lies become believable
Others thrive off of our pain
Walking down the street
Its more than a dream
Its the reality that makes my soul want to jump out of me
What I see is a frightening sight
All different faces but no difference inside
Sounds in the night
the shadows in my eyes
dreams in color whizzing by
the echoes in the walls
I sense pending doom
but I am willing to change it
turn it into the most beautiful art
What is a letter if it's not accompanied by another?
What is a word that sits all alone?
What is a poem that doesn't come from the heart?
A letter only has meaning when combined with other letters?
Do you really have a heart of gold
or is it more like a cold black stone?
Do you really wish to sit on a throne and rule over Rome
or do you have no desire of leaving home?
Do you really have a heart of gold
or is it more like a cold black stone?
Do you really wish to sit on a throne and rule over Rome
or do you have no desire of leaving home?
From the moment I first heard her heartbeat;
that I felt her move.
From the moment I first saw her;
my Darling’s eyes so blue.
How anxious I was to hold her;
embracing my joyous fate.
So desperate for happiness, are you small child. Weak child, with your hands cuffed behind you.So desperate for joy, are you my child. Weak babe, with your feet caught beneath you. So tired, you are without a companion.All alone, are you who do n
My flesh, it aches; it burnsMy calloused bare feet are scorched by the rugged earthI am wandering and I don't know where
When a feeling becomes so warm
so warm I want to taste it
not a harsh slap of spicy flavors
August 11
WHAT’S MY PURPOSE?
Dajon Medlock
I am the Bic that sparks the sun
The push that spins the earth
The gain that makes rain
My daughter,
I created you perfectly the way you are
Why are you trying to change that?
I made you blonde,
Not brunette,
I gave you blue eyes,
Not green
They tell me it’s because I’m young
They say “Someday, you’ll no longer feel this way.”
“Things you never meant to say will brush your tongue.”
What is life's truth?
Life's truth is that it's what you make it;
oh and who can forget that its unfair.
Are these supposed truths
actually well ...true.
Is life really what you make it?
Who am I to you
When the thunder crashes down?
Cold wind fills your heart
And no one is around?
Who am I to you
When the light begins to fade?
Shadows fall in line
MY dearest friendTell me that things happen for a reason and I’ll tell you that you’re here on this earth for a reason. Together we’ll never fall short :)
What you do here is the marking of life
Starting here and fighting the world and its strife
Do you follow over footprints or make your own?
It’s up to you to figure out the speed and the tone
The cloudy thoughts that fill my mind
My secret truths most cannot find
To the close few I give my time
I speak my lies as if I’m fine
An outlet for what I contain
The truths I know must explain
Our life is like a river,
Bending and Twisting, but always flowing Forward
From the spring from whence we are born, we flow.
As we flow, we learn
As we flow, the run-off from our environment is added to us
A mission. A mission.
what am I to do?
High school and college
intend to point me right to:
The purpose of my days,
the job I am to do.
Why do I feel so lost,
torn and confused?
Over seven billion people in this world searching for a purpose in life.
Over seven billion people seeking worth for so much of their strife.
They want to know there is meaning to all the hard times they endure,
Everyone has a purpose in this world,
Everyone is here for a reason.
We all were put on to this Earth,
To find out what's life's meaning.
For some it may take a while to find,
Why do we love if it hurts to do so?
And why do we long for something so far away?
What is our reason for being, for existing?
And what defines who we are and separates us from the others?
The world’s open mouth gapes,
and swallows all those who enter.
We are all a caged animal here,
made to make this place better.
The reason we are put here,
is what we search for a shine.
All people purpose designed by God
Where he created us a perfect plan
Our divine shepherd guides which path to trod
When you are feeling low look to the man
Gods love perfected never failed me yet
This is it.
That moment you have waited for
Your whole life!
So why is it joy you feign?
And tears you shyly wipe clear,
From your eyes?
Is it not glorious?
As fulfilling,
There is something in the words.
Something that changes minds,
That can unite different kinds.
Something that creates gods.
Feelings, emotions building up
Words bursting to life as I try to express myself.
Physically pouring my thoughts on paper
Critiquing my own judgments and views.
The chance to improve myself,
why do I write?
well, why do birds fly?
why do fish swim?
not just because it's an essential method of transportation.
because its an escape
an escape from the deadly locks of their predators
If it weren't for this pen you probably wouldn't even know my name.
It's saved my life so many times
When I thought no one was listening
On those days when I felt like the world was bearing down on my shoulders
When I am stressed you release me
You remove a veil from the blind
They now see
When I feel overwhelmed by the commitments I have made
You clear my mind
I now see
The sun breaks upon the Earth, its royal light, radiating upon Gaia.
We are closed, broken, yet hopeful. Seeking a source of warmth.
There are many, some we do not realize. The simplest beauties.
No brain activity
No thought process
Neither input nor insight
Neither perseverance nor passion
Purposeless existence
Death and life
Toils and Strife
Life isn't handed on a silver platter
What does it all matter?
Lost in an empty space
craving something to replace
the emptiness.
I was told there was one,
they called it the son
and the light.
I looked towards the sky,
the sun blaze in my eye,
Teddy bear’s choked with duct tape remind us to
“Please drive safely”
Smoky with his grave-digging shovel tells us:
“Today’s Fire Danger is HIGH”
We wind through canyons with dusty, sage-filled air.
My love for you is to ensure your safety,
So that you’re protected within every step.
My love for you is very fragile that it could break,
But you take great care with such things.
The mind truly sets the human free,
appreciate everything you got experiences and life, change perception, the way you see things,
Chase, capture and conquer the meaning of your reality,
Oh, to find the slumber and peace that eludes me with every twist and bend of these unfamiliar streets
I'm the sheltered homeless beneath the glass future that breaks more each second
Lord I hope it’s not too late
For me to wake up
And follow my fate
You’ve told me so many times
To wake up from the dead
I can’t help but sleep sometimes
the laziness I must shed
Your love never fails me.
It is everlasting.
It is so wonderful that it fills me
with hope and love that's so fulfilling.
You caress me like a mother that's so caring.
Hopes and dreams crash like a meteor falling
The outcome is inevitable, so why are you stalling?
You knew what would happen; who would win
How could anyone love you? You’ve committed too many a sin.
I have a mystery,,
I find the clues,,
I piece it together,,
Now what to do,,
I solve the problem,,
I feel the change,,
I see the future,,
This aint no game,,
I hear the voice,,
