Every tear I cried helped you sail farther away
Every breath I sighed filled your wings to fly
You mastered the wind and waves to leave me
You cried as the storms only pushed you along
And then You, that magnetizing, gravitating whirlpool
Leading men down to watery graves
Pulling the breath from many men's lips
And crushing them in your depths
It was difficult for me to lose you
I heard your siren's call
But I stuffed my ears and tied myself up
I knew you had nothing but death
Lastly to you, I won't say that there isn't beauty in your suffering
Only that those of us who can see it are pretty messed up
Trying desperately to find a silver lining in a thundercloud
A refreshing sea-breeze in a hurricane
Like the aurora borealis
Or the spritely fox-fire
You're a natural mystery
Filled with hidden meanings
My muses
My fates
My inspirations
I gave you all my everything
And you each of you left me wanting
From the coals of sacred texts, brought fouth from ancient whispers of a circle of unbroken time, dipping and acendinding its change state, as the one constant in unending continuity. Therein lies a simple truth, corrupted with gentle persuasion.
The state of being, the being of state and status of beings.
There are three main laws for us to purview and avail here and now, or in past and future possibility. There is one rule that seperates, yet, reconsiles and is master of all truth; ugly or beautiful it renders life in death, death into life and life into death.
to live evil live to - live.d.evil
to Evo L ovE to
The cycle that never alters its identity making Its mood known in all forms and states; the All as in the We collective; and as the I; AGAPI, the known mystery of presiding over both and the first of the third.
Go.d and evil.
Live with the hidden truth in plain sight. Felt with intense realness, hidden in semantics of languages long lost and forgotten, but none is needed to unless seeking to corrupt the incorruptible what is known and fails in explanation.
For this very reason, the logic of AGAPI (love) in all its moods, colours, ugliness and beauty fail to be described. And still, the poets' pride tries in vain to capture the whole. Ever so often though, glimpses resonate and we can see a temporal portal with the promise of the indescribable known.
Blessingss
Love is like hot cocoa
On a cold winters day
Snuggled up in a blanket
Watching the snow outside
Love is like having a dream
Good or bad, it doesn't matter
Because if you roll over
You'll be held all night long
Love is like waking up
To dew outside your tent
The birds singing for the morning
And the smell of a woodfire
I hold a coin, and before flipping it, I ponder
The world is not good
I tell these stories to make you feel better
There are humanitarians and caregivers
Men and women of valour
There are benefactors, globalists and monsters who sleep well at night, unperturbed at being monsters
We are mortals, We wake, work and dream
We ache all day and commute with heartbreak and pains
As the universe expands, our tolerance and imagination dwindles
We are man, broken and ignorant
No facades exist here, no light beneath the shadows. We are exactly what we seem
Nevertheless, the problem is not only in the ideology but also the methodology
Before I flip it, I examine both sides
HEADS:
Just people see shades of grey and hesitate to do whats right
A lie of omission is still a lie
A crime of inaction is still a crime
Good men do good for recognition of those within their sight
Their good is half measured, born out of convenience rather than necessity
Right taken out of necessity should not be the goal we aspire to but look around you
It has to be stirred within us; it needs a diatribe
That need, that passive feeling to let evil bloom till it is so overwhelmingly obvious is nocuous
That when the sins are named, and ignorance is brought up
Morality bows to logic yet arguments are long worded, tautological with no substance and vacuous
Good men are magnanimous
The universe is everything but
TAILS
Evil, it seeps and crawls
Grabbing all within its thrawls
Good men find options, good people hesitate
Evil is meticulous and calculated; it is the nature of hate
It is anything but laggard
Always one step ahead, while planning for the far future
Men of evil vary yet are united for they are all dastards
They are sequacious chthonic and fear the repercussions by covering themselves metaphorically or physically with hoods
The worst of men believe they are the best of us
The truly despicable... convince themselves they are the greater good
It lands upright, the overlooked variable
IT STANDS:
Hope is immaterial
Without actions, it can never be realised
Truth outshines the darkness, only if it is viewed
Our presence and actions make the untouchable real
Justice is undefeatable
Being in the presence of someone who wields it is ethereal
Finding someone that pure is almost impossible
Becoming that person is a thrill
I speak like a man who does not see the world from his abode
I think like a man who has never encountered a forked road
Evil grows, and good cowers
Until it is reversed I say:
The world is not good
I tell these stories to make me feel better
SO LET'S FLIP THE COIN.
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- 1. Time flies when you don’t know what you’re doing. Good morning and happy Sunday.
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"This is it,
the last time.
Not my last time,
for there will be many more,
but before I go,
take a second.
Or two.
As though leaving a humble abode
for the last time.
Or realistically,
one to be proud of,
one no need for humility.
A tendency to be crass,
the one-stop coffeeshop
that was the first building
foot stepped in,
the exact final destination
of a journey
across from
one Ocean to the next.
First impressions,
wild differences between
vernacular and tone,
'shaka brah',
and an immediate inquiry
as to where the hell
I come from.
Brash,
but immediately warm
the very first contact
turned out to be,
only to observe
more than a year of stumbles,
pieces scribbled,
baristas in and out,
one to be a brother
calling this location
headquarters,
locomotives blaring by
in a flash of red
everyday.
Bicentennial
the count not of years,
but of poetic conveyance,
written in the soft glow
of this shop,
this shop the subject
times so often giving
detail to who,
what, where,
and how that one girl,
that one time,
smelt as she walked by.
Edited,
the time spent
since the Spring,
but some things never change,
and that's how at home
I feel in this booth.
Bottoms up,
here's to you,
one last brew,
one last time.
No more lines
to be written
here,
skate to the next place,
though it won't be the same."
a world full of saddness 2015
what if there was no sadness or no more fear what then would we feel
to live with out depression or pain would be like a dream that felt so unreal
what then would we do if there was happiness in the world where we live
would others be loving and more inclined to smile and be willing to give
what if the world was made up of the good and have none of the bad
would the world be too boring or would there be no fun to be had
what would it be like to live with out fear to live with out the mess
that comes with a war that we didnt want and to live with out sadness
to live with the peace we all truely deserve would that be to much to ask
or live with out poverty and sickness or to live with out hiding behing a mask
i believe we would combust if the world wasnt mad or terribly sad
we would probably die of bordom from the same old emothions we all had
but what if we all try a little harder to be positive more or less
and then maybe we could live with out a world full of sadness
zoeycup16
January.4.2014/May.24.2014
Trisha Barrek Hopkins
Things may look impossible
Think of the positive
Hold on the the possible
Hold onto the love
Let go of the hate
Give yourself that extra shove
To get you out of this state
That keeps you holding onto the bad
Believe in fate
Let go of being sad
Believe at any rate
Keep your head held high
Fight the stress
That wants you to die
Forget the mess
That makes you cry
Things will get better you'll see
Live the life you want
Let the worries go by
Don't let your struggles haunt
Push them away set them free
Keep your spirits held high
Don't waste your time on what people want
Let your strengths fly
Keep your stand let it flaunt
All you can really do is try
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whether in angst or sorrow or bliss,
our tears are like the ice
that melts off mountains
to form new rivers and streams.
the sound of a symphony,
the wail of a newborn baby,
the anguished weeping heard
in between church prayers
at a funeral service,
the dreamy fixed gaze
in the eyes of a woman,
holding her great grandchild
for the first time.
reading the handwritten
love sonnet from a beloved...
and sometimes,
just the perfection
and sychronicity felt with
the sight of a mere sunrise or sunset
that touches the heart
and reminds us of what beauty is....
or the remnants of a life...
even a death,
after the fury
of mother nature has spoken
truth of powers
that we mere human beings
know nothing of.
It is those things
and those things only
that we continue on this journey for.
the journey we call life,
that is welded and weaved
with the tears
of all human beings
who ever walked the earth.
all human beings
who have cried the same tear,
in moments of happiness, sadness....fear,
an inseparable kinship,
an anchor between,
it's that "something" we reach for,
that's there, but unseen.
the human experience, collectively,
shares many emotions while we're here,
and this fabric called life weaves it's tapestries best,
...with its invisible thread of "the tear".
*****
2015, January