Random Thoughts

One Day Will...

One day will change the way
I see my world, my fate and my hurt
Come to new terms
And eyes that try, as hard as mine
Suddenly find Me,
No more hiding, denying
Trying to protect,
the little I thought I had left
When inside is all that was needed
the right light
I find it though in those eyes
welcoming, hearts sacred sunshine.
Emotionally climbing,
out of these walls of my own design.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not a lot of thought or planning went in to this one.  Really spur of the moment, based on the emotions that are currently felt the most and written down for others to look upon.  I hope you all like them.    Thanks.

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Short Verse #7 *July 4, 2012*

Short Verse #7
*July 4, 2012*

How could I in good conscious enjoy or celebrate this holiday? Independence day; A hollowed meaning to what was once our greatest achievement. Where no man, woman, or rank could take away your god given rights. Here we are now, walking the ever dangerous, intent on spitting on the very constitution that has sealed our rights for so many years. Years of complacency has lured people into believing in a false sense of security, that their “rights” could never be taken from them, it would be just “uncivilized” Only what those automatons fail to realize is that the only thing keeping evil men from wrapping that noose around your neck are those declarations, those parchments. How can you say we are free, when unjust laws command me to buy or face taxation for something I do not want, and cannot afford. You can justify your reasons why this form of socialism is needed, you can even make excuses as to why you so clearly set it up the way it was but the truth of the matter, all distractions aside, the bottom line that no one wants to see, is the attack on our own personal liberties, to be secure in our own possessions, professions, and the god given rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. With the every oppressing laws being forced to those who cannot even support their families is a violation to those rights and I will not participate in your lunacy, may you all find your bliss in your new slave nation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something that came to me a lil bit ago.

Music

The notes in which our Goodness dwells,
Where Peace eternally combines -
For them there are no farewells
And pauses last no more then lies.

In them we meet all those who've passed
For whom we may have one day mourned.
In them the answers we've amassed
For those who will one day return.

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Confused Yet?

If I know you, do you know me?
Sure, let’s go with that.
So what do you know about me?
Oh, well I know this about you?
I pay attention to what you say, and how you treat me.
Ok, so you don’t know me.
Yes, I think I still know you.
Well, I see the way you treat me. I see the way you treat her, and her, and him, and even that boy there.
Yes, you know what I like, but you don’t know why I don’t like those things.
If you’re my friend lets trade heads.
I’m going to learn you, and you’re going to learn me.
If I can make you learn, why can’t I learn too?
But if we understand, lets understand together:

What is it to know me and to know you too?
If it’s a game, I advance 5 you advance 6. Luck of the draw.
If it’s life, then I’ll make my decisions and you make yours. Let’s see how far we get.
But what if it’s nothing? How will we learn each other.

Let’s sit in a circle
Tell me something
Tell me anything.
I thought you wanted to learn?
Yes, I want to learn too. Are you going to share?
Are you confused yet?
Good. That’s okay.
Life is confusing.
But don’t tell me you know me, when you really don’t.

I don’t know everything about you, but the way you are, I don’t think I want to. Maybe, maybe latter.
Sure, let’s go with that.

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Poetry at Best

Poetry at best
rhymes and words
broken down for digest
Reading between lines
metaphors and pictures intertwined

Self proclaimed scholars
freeing ones mind
sculpted images sparked
from mental dialect
hands used as tools
on the pad to interject
verbal visuals rivers
keeping the mind
from a state of unrest

I guess you can call it
Poetry at best

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Life is...

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Life is...
a moment of kissing and joy
Christmas morning, receiving toys
a marathon, not a race
about connecting, face to face
a movie that never ends
hanging out with all your friends
about hardships and opposing forces
loving marriages and difficult divorces
cruel and unforgiving
most of all worth living.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I would love more feedback and comments on how I can improve.

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The Mind

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Does the mind wander?
Does it get lost, while you ponder?
Does it runaway like a dog?
Or does it develop into a fog?

As age comes, the mind goes
Where could it be? For no one knows...
Is it on Broadway, performing in shows?
Or is it in a movie, battling foes?

Our imagination is what sets us free
Free from the shackles of reality
It hears the criticism and the laughter
But remains in tact, and does not shatter

There will be a day where space is not an option
And we'll put our aspirations up for adoption
On that day there will be tears,
About the hours wasted over the years

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I put this together in about an hour. I would really love some feedback on what you think and how I can improve.

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A Random thought Caught within the web of my Mind

The world around me has slowed to a crawl, I know it is the cannabis and the pills but it has my mind trapped within its snare. No more pain, no more suffering. No more constant nagging, double doubting and second guessing my own thoughts, No longer do I care if what I think is considered "Strange", "weird", or even "disturbing".

So much time spent dwelling on things I had and have no power in changing. A wishful future that seems even more far fetched each time I revisit them within my mind. It's easy to quit, and many times I've wanted to give up but even with my face in the mud I struggle on, and up to my knees then to my feet. Always telling myself there is a silver lining within that dark cloud, or a bright light just over the hill. When all seems lost, or impossible; Hope becomes your mainstay, an anchor to what little sanity left in the heart of the desperate.

With so much negativity resonating from the very core of all the drama, we find that each day becomes a bit harder than the last and time becomes the enemy to a heart in misery. Opposites and attractions, The universe built on order and chaos, and searching for that equilibrium may lead you down the path to finding some form of enlightenment.

In the game of survival it no longer becomes a question of why; right or wrong but how, and will today be my last day to breath the air, touch those that touch your heart in a positive way...

I have lived long enough to know and to understand, that to live in misery and pain is to survive without purpose, To love and to cherish is to survive to live with a sense of belonging... Life is short and often ended before dreams are ever accomplished, To conquer the moment, the day is to seize your dream.....

Discourse #5


A Chaotic Dissertation

Discourse # 5

              We dine in a nest of thieves, break bread with liars and manipulators, were we are the puppets and pawns in an even higher sadist’s game. The wager is our soul, our consciousness. Step up to the table and place your bets. It is only a matter of time before the fate of your steps and actions catches up and karma turns her head. Place your bets with ten to one odds your in favor to win and as the roll of the dice play out, your heart drops low as now your soul has been sold. The house always wins.

             Fate becomes the path you walk today, for our future is only written by our actions we make now. You can find many walking that same path, amidst an entire crowd but as you travel deeper into your own soul, you find fewer and fewer by your side and before long your voice echos along an empty chasm. For in the end there is a void we find within ourselves and a dire need to fill. We are alone, a solitary voice within our minds eye. Many will say this is our soul, our consciousness, energy and transmitting chemicals. Our memories and even our thoughts, even the prospect of god all formulated within our ability to understand, to reason and to adapt. With all our knowledge we still fail to see the power of our most basic of gifts, to learn. Often the question should not be asked if there is a heaven, or if there is a hell but rather can energy in its most primal state preserve the tangible moment of a thought or emotion?

 

“The stars become a road map to the heavens
a spin of the wheel lands lucky numbers seven
In this universe of organized chaos
the sight of the blind can quickly become lost
when the road becomes rocky and hard,
you can always look towards the stars.”