He looked into her eyes, while anguish was staring back at him as she mourned in disarray, from the chaotic world of today. He then told himself, why has the world assumed that conflict and war is a solution, when so much are afflicted from the beginning? The answer was very simple to him, as he was observing her beautiful grieving face. Danny G.
Confront the Lingering Fear
Stagnant in chaotic disarray, everything is fuzzy before the forefront dream. I put my mask on, enter in, with my lingering fear. The fear lingers, then I silence myself, only to feel peace, where wisdom lies. I enter again, with fuzzy eyes, only to back up again to silence myself and reach within. Every time I enter in, I seek within, where all answers lies, and the words encrypt on my soul. I enter again with joy in my heart, only to discover myself once again, so I can change my world, and spark a flame, to guide the lost souls, in the universal sphere. Danny G.
The One Who Changed It All
There was a time when you depended on someone, a mentor of some sort, whom you relied on for everything. You went to him when you were in your darkest alleys, trying to find relief, out of mere frustrations and disarray. Everything he taught you made sense, and it resonated with your very core. Today, you’re on stable footing, but you still remember this very day. The day where you sought help out of mere confusion, and found relief. You still remember the man, as he was your own flesh and blood. Now you’re ok, you’ve got the tools, while you allow the current to sweep you away, and you remember with faith, appreciation, and astonishment, the one who changed it all on your darkest day. Danny G.
Searching From the Core (Poem)
We’re always searching for more,
Through the highs or lows,
We have a burning desire,
To feel more
Inside our soul.
Life is a series
Of seasons,
To discover ourselves anew,
In a process of love, opposites and desire.
We all seek expansion,
To escape the boredom and latent,
In the upbeat, chaotic world of our nation.
Some sleep walk,
Others persistently march,
Towards their destiny,
And follow the mark.
Others follow the pact,
And end up with back packs
Loaded with scrap.
As we contemplate
It’s all a choice,
Which inevitably,
Leads us back home.
If we simply listen,
Past the distractions
Of the chaotic disarray,
We hear the voice within,
Calling us to greatness.