We All Trying "Look at her the scum of the earth She has nothing to offer - perhaps her nothingness. She has no future nowhere to go nothing to be yes she is Nothing" "Look at him pretending to care pretending to hear his purpose. He will make nothing of a life already ruined by the fact that it exists" "Then just ahead is the one who has it all figured out you see he knows the truth speaks the truth and is the truth, let's build his podium!" But they all have one thing in common. They have all stumbled all risen. All are a part of a cycle none rooted in the lows or highs. All are trying We all trying.
Author: Simone
Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!
Heart’s Ease
Heart's Ease Feel heal see hear and know Tranquility. Welcome peace and goodbye chaos confusion and willful desire. close your eyes and see shades of all colours yellow purple and white. feel the topic breeze as it pulls you deeper into yourself. The deep deep azure that sucks you into its depth like the tantalizing call of a siren. calm, what you desire, but first you must escape your hate. quietude the perfect bed fellow possible only when you release everything pent up and diseased. Grab the elusive Sun - flower and watch it bloom in you. dance on the strength of the ancestors as you pluck for yourself perennial rebirth a lent lily to press between the pages of your life to make it bright.
Missed
Missed Whether 6 or 88 There is no time or date when you will not be missed. "she lived a full life, why sad?" Yes, she did. But does it mean she will not be missed? Does it mean I still cannot hear her laugh remember her jokes keep her in my heart? Does it mean that a sudden memory does not attack knocking me down making my steps unsteady? She who remain larger than life her beauty and grace sets the pace I must walk. That her words do not light my path her voice a symphony of youth eternal immortalized by the memory of her handed down through time immemorial. "She lived a full life" But now she is gone She will rise no more in this earthly dawn. She will no longer play her parts No stops and starts with passion and fire. Now she is gone and will be missed. No, can I kiss her papery lips? She is gone. Allow me to mourn her loss - in my way - because she will be missed...
The Sublime
The Sublime In this moment I have found perfection. Rays of golden dust illuminate a path towards rest. I take a deep deep breathe And I know I am alive. From this chaos I snatch the beauty from a maggot infested world And I know I am alive. In this moment nothing matters. I leave the giant behind With no hair to let down I step down from my tower. I shake off the rusted chains Free to roam Free to find a home Finally. I am alive.
Lies Tastes So Good
In a world were people speak about integrity, it seems that many did not get the memo that lies are a no no. We see it every day but we ignore it. People who spurt or wax words of wisdom about the importance of being honest from the right side of their mouths while on the left the spew lies and call them necessary or worse, say they represent in some twisted ways the truth.
It tastes so good to the ego, sweetens the image we want others to have us and scintillates the pride of those willing to be deceived. Many deny that they do it- especially the righteous upright. Especially the moral gate keepers who are quick to point out your lies and wrongdoings. But Lies have become the bread and butter of too many “upstanding” “political correct” deceivers. So when you have to defend the truth against a lie that has the strength to kill, you shake in your boots because even you see its allure.
Oh what a tangled web we weave/When first we practice to deceive. Not only do we deceive others but we deceive ourselves and we allow ourselves to be deceived. They catch up with us and expose us, maybe not to the world but to someone who thought better of us. One lie leads to another, until our whole life is built on lies and because there was no strong foundation, eventually, everything comes toppling down. Lies consumed daily become like oxygen, hard to survive without, they become so vital that even if they destroy us or those around us they become a necessary evil.
Lies may bring us the desires of the heart but they also take them. They may grant us fame but then mold us into infamy, they can be our salvation and our retribution. Lies may seem harmless but they are monsters when they are overfed.
Removing the Trash
Dreams still matter and dreams are still important. As many persons get older, moving from childhood to adulthood they stop dreaming. They believe the saying, “dreams are for losers” and begin to do and not dream. But a dream is a cherished aspiration, one that needs to be protected, nurtured and cared for in order to become activated. When we doubt our dreams and declare ourselves unworthy of them, we lose them and find it hard to recover them.
The trash we need to remove are the doubts in our ability and worthiness of having those dreams. When the world seems against our dreams we may start believing that they will never happen. We start becoming a part of the herd and walk right off a cliff. We begin to tell ourselves that we are too ambitious, too desperate or just not good enough to have those things or that thing we have dreamt about. That thing that got us up each morning ready to put with anything, because we knew one day our dream would be realized and then it would all be worth it. We start believing that “dreams are for those who sleep”. But we cannot listen to those fears, naysayers and doubters, especially when they are within.
We have to keep doing, even in the face of zero results. We have to keep chipping away at the rock until we see signs of the promise to be fulfilment, signs that eventual yield a trickle, a spout and then an outpouring. We have to take care of that dream, removing all the pollution, the trash that can stifle and kill it. We have to continue to be imperfect dreamers.
Fear No One
Fear No one Do not be afraid of them because you have the power The power to dear down and destroy To plant and to build. I will give you unlimited power and you shall be called fearless. When disaster strikes from the the North stand firm. When the heathens come knocking on your door ready to penetrate hold fast and hold firm. Then when the think they have won arise and dress and I will give you victory. They may fight and cry like Hyenas ready to tear your flesh but they will not prevail, only their blood curdling cries will keep them warm as they are struck down finally. **************************************************** For I remembered them as lambs \ babes unspoiled. Now from every pore thickened corruption festers and flows. Damaged defeated and denied. They look strong but beneath the surface decay pulses with pus infected sores. Hidden but not healed. They shine with a beauty that sickens when seen in the light. They harvest but in vain for the harvest is done all that remain is the dust of a promise not fulfilled. Behold I have spoken Let them do all the evil they can But as for you - have no fear and fear no one.
