Have you ever felt nameless? Undefinable? Confused about who you are, what you do, where you are going and where you'll end up? From something as simple as your career to your self expression, originality, and happiness?
The only thing worse than being lost, is being lost and not knowing where you’ll end up ... Pathetically lost. Aimlessly wandering, searching for a non existent goal. A goal you want to reach, but don’t know what it is. It’ll make you create a chaotic state of mind inside yourself. There will be a repeating movement, instead of moulding it, you’ll postpone it, reassuring yourself that it’ll come. Unconsciously knowing that YOU need to create that opportunity, that change. You exhale. Take one step into the stairs of clarity. Too much pressure, too much what if’s. One step back, right where you started. This soon becomes a vicious cycle. Passing through hours and hours of your day, constantly busy, always on the move, exhausted. When it comes to the end of the day, your achievements still feel like non-attempts, at least not big ones. Perhaps the cage you're in is too small for your ambitions. You’re restrained, set yourself free from those boundaries. But when we have structure, we want freedom, and when we have it, all we want is discipline. So when do we reach a position where we no longer feel like we need to continue grasping for anything, and strengthening? We seek to be perfect. We should stop to seek for the perfect world where everything is flawless, but a kind of perfect where flaws don’t matter. Then there perhaps you’ll have found clarity and defined your purpose. Seek to be complete, not to be completed.
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Back when greed took hold of my soul,
And everything left within me--now a pitch black hole. A royal purple aura still rested upon me And money to burn, still in my possession, Creating an instant plea from derelict men. A hidden treasure behind my skin, Locked up with secrets only I beared; My golden fingers, the only key. While sprawled in my throne, my head held high, Drowning in insecurities as they all strolled by. A destructive deal, I accepted, One which my bleak future behold. Having no idea of the bargain I turned around, my head still held high Expecting no less Than a swell in fortunes. Unforeseen came the day, In matter of seconds the epiphany was to find me, Find me and release my reality. My reality, my truth, my salvation. That deal, the one I witlessly accepted, turned out to be The thief of all I had left, and the giver of all I once lost. Luxury now turned into necessity, Desire became need. I couldn't pertain my greed anymore. I had become a derelict man, A man who once begged for my help. An elder figure approached, A mixture of sweat engulfed him like a cloud. Wore a purple aura resembling mine. The one I once had-- but his was different. Ragged, shattered, yet still brighter than mine ever was. Huffing, while closing the distance between us, he stopped. I found myself listening to him rattle on About his adventures His aspirations About life itself, All, from the vantage point of the old. I couldn't digest how that raspy voice conveyed such, such… Such happiness. I could see the light in his darkness He was a seed in a dessert Full of talents but no rain. Remember the epiphany? That was coming to find me? It arrived-- in form of the empty handed. The one with no money, Was rich, richer than I ever was. While I, a human with no humanity Having all the money in the world, was poor. Clink! a quarter fell in my cup, I picked it up and shivering like a candle light dances, Placing it lightly on the man's hand. No words needed, I could see his hazel eyes sparkling Showing his gratefulness Not knowing he gave me much more than I could ever return He gave me that realization, The one to save my soul. Inspired by the events on Friday 13th 2015. I dedicate this poem to all those who´s homes have been destroyed, and to all who have lost loved ones. Pray for the world. We all share the earth, Yet we find it challenging. Souls must grieve, The tragic war. How ironic it should be, The death of a faithful human Must be in vain, With inhuman interest. Painful hearts Buried, dried eyes And proud vests Carrying beautiful sorrow. The flag at half mast All dark pigments, Saddening the approaching future, And the land remains vast. Pray for those who no longer have a land to defend, For those who all belongings lean on their backs And have nowhere to go, Because the word “home” is nonexistent now. The world darkens, And the road that pushes, And slowly whitens, Shuts down and disappears. White dove of peace, Find freedom already, Because there´s no will And there's no one brave. War does not ask for words, Humanity does. Let intolerance pass, For a new door to unlock. War, Salt in the open wound of earth. |
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April 2016
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