and all but one have been here before.
Do we float around this world
while our bodies rest quietly in our beds?
Do we create?
Do we imagine?
Do we repair or renew?
How does the soul return to the body?
Or was it always there?
Or was it spread out like a sheet and
then folded up after waking?
Can, could or what if my soul
was to split into two?
Would I become two
or just one from two points?
Does it matter?
Sure, I say it does. So what is it?
Belief in something bigger than you cannot
be explained but only felt
as a reality in one's heart.
Seek not the equation
but rather the balance of it.
For the equation does not actually exist.
It acts only as a rule of thumb
but cannot be defined or categorized.
Only balanced and felt.
In and out, up and down,
here and there, one and all.
You're still alive aren't you?
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The wind is calm the air is soft
The sun is setting and the ground is warm
Beams of light trickling through blades of innocent grass
The storm forgotten, the rain lost
There is no end, nor a beggining
All that counts is the present
The hands are frozen as the warmth grows
So long has been the wait, so much has hardened
Turned away and sheltered, protected from within
All this to be forgotten, then to be reborn
Like the sand after raging battle on the beach
Divided and torn apart, then to be embraced with a gentle wave
Washing clean the coarse and disordered sand
Giving thus a new life, a new hope
With no means and no knowledge
Comming closer like a gentle breeze
Flowing movements, but at a rhythmic pace
The feeling grows like a outstretched hand
Longing for revival, longing for forgiveness
Pain and hardship left behind
The day has come, the time is near
The final piece in an endless puzzle
Together for all
Lost for none
It is always in a cycle of restriction and release
We call it many different names
We abuse it, lie about it, and worst of all we deny it’s truth
It has no preference
No desire but ours
No choice but what is so
It holds purity but has been covered with personal fears
It holds promise and inclusion but has been split into pieces
It has no owner, no name or qualifications
But we continue to label and preach our interpretations
We hold it in our hands but deny it’s possibilities
We give it away in hopes of someone picking us up
We sacrifice it in hopes we won’t have to awaken
We sleep in hopes we won’t have to guide our lives
We deny the truth of it in hopes we won’t have to question ourselves
We create chaos, war, hatred, and pain because we fear it can only go so far
We live inside our comfort zones and separate ourselves from eachother
It will always be and always has been.
It can be restricted but will always be released.
I have a collection of writing that I have done over the past ten or so years of my life. This is one of my earlier pieces while I was still in high school and obviously wasn't having a great time in my CAPP (Career and Personal Planning) class. Please enjoy this look back into my younger years...
The picture is my 2003 yearbook photo... If you couldn't tell I was a bit of a angry teenager. Oh, high school. :D
as soon as i step into the classroom
a wave of penitrating heat
makes me feel dirty and sticky
the air in the class is stale and hard to breath
my seat is right beside the heater
It pours out hot air like a needle slowly taking blood
It strips me of all my energy and awareness
i become naucious and forget why i'm there
my head slowly dips down down down
eyes are heavy and everything is blurry
slowly closing it feels like all my worries are gone
Like a boy holding a hundred marbles over a lake
letting them fall slowly downward
One at first then a few more
The words of nothing do nothing
But in what is nothing, to some is everything
This will be nothing to you who pays nothing
Why do some just look, while others waste and learn
Words are few, ideas are many
To combind the two is nothing more than what we will become
One will watch and wait for nothing to happen
Time will pass yet none will change
This is nothing but time in short
Fewer the Learners
Greater the knowledge
Less in look
More in substance
Today is nothing
Today could be pleasing
Today might be amzing
And today isn’t everything you always wanted
For today is only what you make it
And today I want it all.
The fear of fault or anger in another, is a deeper message
At the root of fear is a longing for growth
At the root of anger is a longing for understanding
Know this truth and it will set you free
Find your growth and open your eyes to understanding
And personal conflict and dilemmas will cease to hold you
For all conflict is growth disguised.
There is only one man I am better than
That is the man I was yesterday
For in the act of comparing, you actually loose value
For each life is perfect and evolving at it’s own pace
This truth eliminates the fear of worthlessness
And for every truth revealed is a fear forgotten.