Beware! A stab that went too deep A wound never healed. A thought that took life though born in the gutter. A look that could kill sprung to life through strife. A mind given to impressions warped, twisted, diseased. A word uttered without thought leaves chaos in its wake, destruction felt through the ages, sails torn, courses diverted forever. That decisive act borne of confidence shatters the timid, annihilates the unprepared. Beware! What you thought was carefully crafted falls down - dominos poorly stacked. The plans you fashioned on the backs of others spins, attacks and devours you. That victory today celebrated today tomorrow the foundation of your shipwreck. Beware of the tide and where it may lead, down highways and byways that bring you to your knees.
Category: Poetry Corner
Crazy Bud
Crazy Bud Look at you! Wow! Is that you? Really you? Well well well you really made it didn't you? You did the impossible - but you're crazy after all. An embryo too tightly wound to show the beauty you carried axil fragile likely to break but you held on stubbornly. You had no power to conquer the mind but you wait to conquer the heart. Though you came in slow your growth was sure and so we waited and look! Here you are. No resting bud are you to be deceived by the coming cold you fought through storm and sleet to whorl most boldly. You did your best passed all your tests and trials to bloom and strike and die to make way for another, someday.
Would You Take It?
W0uld you take the road less travelled even if you had to leave everyone and everything you know? Would it be enough that this is what you are meant to do? Or would you huddle in fear of the unknown? These are some questions that we may be confronted with when we have to take the unpopular route. Those roads that make us more uncomfortable but in conquering offers redemption. We have to consider if the risk is worth pursuing something that has the possibility of so much loss. But when we must choose, which road will it be…
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Ordinaryville
Ordinaryville Here things are quite slow, good? the rush of excitement from doing something great! does not exist here. You will find no perfection only the ordinary. There is no excitement going off at all hours of the day. There is nothing life changing, just life changing day by day. Here there are many cracks many broke things yet - you will find neither cracked nor broken souls just people living. There is no perfect angle of yourself just yourself as you are. You will find survivors without the fairytale ending death is real and the dying necessary. there are less insta happy more gratihappy. No svelte form to hide the horrors that this world can inflict. The living has been transformed by wind, rain, heat and snow - all intrude and we must concede. We have enough control, to survive for as long as our time here allows then we must go move on from this town to find our next home.
Change Your Conversation
Change Your Conversation I'm not leaving until you bless me... I will fight fight fight till I die. I'm not gonna leave until I change my life. No more will I hide in this cave too weak to breathe too weak to live. No more in the shadows I will not be ashamed. I look to the east I see my sunrise like a lion I will roar for the sake of my life. I will break the wall that I hate I will not listen to your blasphemy. Get up! We must get up! Leave the places I have walked so many times leave the circle I keep walking. I cannot stay any longer I must go! I must move the stone roll it away to come out of my cave. Just a splash of vinegar will clean the palate remove the mucus of discord. I will sit still and talk no more the same story of old. I will not be the way I was - changed - I have been given a new vision. The path I walk I walk not by sight.... though dark and cold - at times - I move forward. Though I see other travellers I cannot stop. I cannot stop to talk I have a new mission. Like a caul I am covered with my purpose, I must walk tall. My way is filled with traps but I must be nimble. I must make it to the other side so I must leave you all behind. No I will never to come this way again. But if I do... it is only to remind me that I was you.
I will Feed You
I will Feed You I see you struggle to make ends meet. I hear you cry in pain, scarred and battered. Shattered by disappointment you lay prone borken. I smell all the anxiety pouring out of you boring a river of gloom. I taste your fear as it jumps out of your chest and attempt to cut you down to nothing. I feel your roughed form deformed twisted into a million shapes as you try to fit into those tight spaces. Here let me feed you a bone broth of optimism - you have a future. No storm can get you here no drought shall find you dry empty. When your tears flow enough to drown ten thousand I will send out the rainbows to remind you of the promise. When you think your are empty you will be filled, nourished for life. I will remind you to keep going keep living keep being. I will be there when you reach far enough dig deep enough. I will be the gratitude that feeds your optimism.
Can You Change the World?
I thought I never wanted to change the world, until my eyes, my heart and my mind were opened to what the world is really like. But then I looked at my own condition and felt defeated. Can I really change the world, when I cannot see beyond my own condition? Here is a poem by an unknown monk – this is largely speculation – that may cause you to think differently about how and even if that is possible…
I Wanted To Change The World Unknown Monk 1100 A.D. When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family. Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.
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