I tired to draw my own story
Today
I sat with my pen and paper
Today
I drew myself first
Today
So I could see me
everyday.
Then I drew my village
placed my people in it
picked a house and lived in it
my story is me.
Then my story needed joy
and I drew all that too
I needed a boy
and I drew him too
but he broke and fell off
but first he broke me in two.
My story flows in and around through and above
my story.
Most times - there are dark forests-
but I don't want to be red riding hood
but I still met all my wolves
on watery full moons.
Then the pencil broke and my canvas flew away.
Now the Artist has taken over
and my story colours are bolder...
Tag: change
What Will We Do?
What will we do
as the world implodes
like a festering sore
left too long
born of hate
and of strong divide
a chasm
too deep
too wide
we become pilgrims
no home
no known to abide?
The swirling lava
laps meanacingly
at our heels -
too late we heed
the hungry monster -
while it hounds at our backs,
ready to devour.
What will we do
while hate eviscerates
all good will
good intentions
good vibes
bleeding
wounded
beaten
discarded?
There seems no end
unless we can rend
the broken fence
of dis-
unity.
Can it end?
What will we do?
Chrysalis
The wait is hard
painful
cracked and shattered-
pieces fall apart,
broken
pulled
reimagined
I shed
constantly -
it was easier in the dirt -
one should not dream too loftily
at least I knew that mess.
This dark unknown
somehow must postpone
turn back the hands of time
yet-
I struggle
towards a gaping light
against my will,
with its promise of delightful flight.
"Caterpillars need to try real hard"
who speak?
who dare patronize me?
I stopped,
exhausted
angry still,
why try so hard?
This cold silken shroud
my forever resting place may be.
"You must struggle to get your wings
shed the weight
capture your essence".
Could it be true?
No He lies!
Silence still.
If I tried
could I find
a greater something else?
I hesitate.
I contemplate.
cold sweat laps up my fears.
Though Afraid shadows me
I must resist
to reach the heights of something new.
I must try, the larvae must die.
I must struggle towards the light
whether 4 or 40
the door must open,
this testing must end.
To the Wilderness, I Go
Sluggishness slumps on the ground
spread wide
drowning in inaction
doomed by depression
into thin air melts resolution.
Quick
give me mission
give me Purpose
so it can disapear.
Know there is more here -
gluttony is that you sitting at my table?
into the wilderness I go
seek truth like the true Light
into the wilderness I go
so Chaos will not grow,
a quiet place
a sacred place
where men should stop to shop,
resolute
faithfully
humbly I go.
With nowhere else
each step I take
seems to scream and shout in glee
Yes this is the place to be!
Retreat I must
I have to readjust
and then with confidence
reenter.
Imprisoned
Slowly the walls close
deja vu -
again
not again
once more
no door
trapped.
The defeaning sound of your heart
beats you into submission.
escape
where is it?
why won't it come
when you call?
Imprisoned
crafted by you
not knowing what to do
you look for a route
an escape...
Watching You Struggle.
Hey!
Wait a minute.
Stop.
Don't go any further.
What are you doing?
What do you intend to do here?
Do you think you are here to struggle?
I watched slip
so many time on that ladder.
Going nowhere but the bottom.
Why do you care
about them?
Do you know while you watch them watch you,
you go through
the empty space set there to trap you.
You flash here and there
like a fish out of water.
Like a elephant ballerina.
How odd that this is your normal.
How sad that this is what you have come to.
You
once so proud and strong.
So noble
A crude disfigured rendering
used to entertain and keep you in your place!
Et bien
Ah bueno
oh byen
Who cares if you passed the test!
It was never written with you in mind.
Wait again!
Think about.
Before you go down this road,
do you really care to do so.
Do you really care to put yourself through further torment?
It will never do
to start taking in
everything shoved down your throat.
As I look at you swimming in your sweat and the filth of others I have one question:
will it be worth it?
Enlightenment
It’s easy to live in a bubble and never look in the mirror from time to time. We choose to turn a blind eye to everything that seems ugly. Sometimes we are guilty of being hypocrites, because we only care about things if we are affected and not because we all could be affected. It’s easy to come up with cute catch phrases, but how many of us actually believe them? There are times when we need to read something that makes us think a little harder. To question what we have been told to believe and think for ourselves.
Check this out. These are all quotes from the famed French Philosopher Voltaire. I found them quite enlightening – pun intended! Tell me which one you need to hear from time to time and which you can relate to the most.
“To find out who rules over you, simply find out who you are not allowed to criticize.”
“The comfort of the rich depends upon an abundant supply of the poor”
“Love truth, but pardon error.”
“I don’t know where I am going, but I am on my way.”
“Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do.”
“Dare to think for yourself.”
“The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood.”
“Faith consists in believing what reason cannot.”
“Appreciation is a wonderful thing. It makes what is excellent in others belong to us as well.”
“If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.”
“Prejudices are what fools use for reason.”
“Don’t think money does everything or you are going to end up doing everything for money.”
“What is history? The lie that everyone agrees on…”
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