Tag: Poetic cues

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The Front Door is Calling Me Again (Poem)

Though the back door seems fascinating but gloomy.

My senses feel pressured to walk through.

Trying to stand my ground but I pace,

As I contemplate and rehearse my old ways.

With the front door and back door

Next to my face.

One facing my heart and the other my senses.

In two worlds with one dominating my senses.

Entering the back door once again, 

With my senses at the forefront again. 

Contrast and trials knocking at my door,

Asking me to reunite with my soul.

The front door so far and distant in my mind,

Though so close so distant in my mind.

I know I’ll pull through once more,

In a moment that expands to the very core.

As I stand still on a thin white line,

Letting the journey sweep me from the tide.

On another trail with mountains to the sky,

As I enter the front,

And crush the back.

My destiny is calling me again.

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Fearlessly Face the Unknown (Poem)

There’s a whole world and vision in front of me now.

Behind remains status quo, and chains keeping me down.

Shall I dance with what lies in front of me now,

Or look up to the sky and depart.

Exhilaration is calling me, 

From a stand of nothing

But my father’s hand.

Shall I leap away,

Or allow the chains to remain.

My limp causes me to stay

As I focus on my infirmities

And fear along the way.

What choice shall it be, 

Let the fear take over?  

Or fearlessly face the unknown?

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The Hand is Always There (Poem)

You’re silent and drifting away,

Perhaps you don’t recognize,

All the help by your side.

You seclude yourself every day,

Your mind wonders in rage.

There’s more than one approach,

Than secluding yourself in disguise.

Open up,

Explain yourself,

Disclose the thoughts,

Running through your head.

No judgment,

No Truth is to blame,

Just open up,

Let us help you today.

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The Soul and the Ego (Poem)

She is insecure.

Although on the outside,

She’s the life of the party,

That everyone loves.

An outgoing personality, 

Attractive and provocative,

She stops at nothing, 

And can get any guy she wants.

However, 

Inside she feels,

Afraid and Uneasy, 

So she puts on an act, 

To avoid revealing herself.

Hiding beneath true feelings, 

In an attempt to portray herself,

Normally among the rest.

She is afraid,

To acknowledge him,

To admit she admires him.

For he doesn’t seem her type,

So she puts on a disguise,

And puts on a show,

Because what matters to her most,

Is her ego, and not her soul.

Although on the outside,

She appears to be happy,

Inside she feels empty and lonely,

Fickle and relentless,

Always trying to avoid, 

The negative chatter and her voice.

So she puts him on hold,

Because what matters to her most is her ego,

And not her soul.

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Disguise and Creation (Poem)

Your eyes are glimmering astray, 

Your smile is faintly portrayed.

Perhaps you don’t realize,

The glim in your eye,

Because you’re so preoccupied, 

On your illusionary world inside.

Whenever you enter into the world,

You play aloof and you act like a troop.

You never deal with the hidden,

Mistaken belief and truth.

Past is dead and gone,

No need to recollect all the wrongs.

Everyone has a history, 

No need to recollect all the falls.

Identity is of your choosing, 

Not from another who doesn’t know you.

Perception can always change,

When you look up and acknowledge today.

Allow the world to change you,

But don’t allow it to break you.

Get out of your head and relate to,

Contrast and appeal.

The paintbrush is in your hand,

To paint colourfully on the mountain,

And to catapult you to daylight.

Contrasting experience and appearance,  

Humanity stirs within you a dream,

And molds within you your leap.

Outside your comfort and frailty,

Where reality constantly changes,

In a world of contrast and breakthrough, 

Of unfulfilled dreams and awakening.

Let the stream guide your awakening,

Flow downstream, and not upstream. 

 Don’t allow the past to break you,

Too much weight in your carry-on, 

Results in unsteadiness and wavering.

Live in the present, not resentment.

Create your calling and respect.

Power within always resides,

In the God up above, by your side.

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The Rat Race (Poem)

Competition is your best friend.

Living in expense and luxury, 

Buying expensive diamonds,

And toys you don’t use, 

To convince others, 

Of your value beneath insecurities.

You created your own competition,

Out of jealousy and greed, 

To prove that you’re worthy, 

You forgot what it means,

To live a life internally. 

You’re so focused on the outside,

That you forgot the true meaning, 

Of success and happiness, 

Beneath true feelings.

Deep down, you’re scared and frail,

So you prove yourself, 

Through things, 

Toys and a diamond ring.

The bigger the truck, 

The price tag on the front,

Creates the status. 

A price on our very lives.

Why has luxury,

Reigned over debts.

Giving ourselves all sorts of stress.

To impress someone who doesn’t care.

Let’s focus on ourselves, 

Through the infinite self.

Let the divine bring us light,

And peace amongst the darkest nights.

A presence,

That money, people or things cannot bring.

We’re all on a journey from upbringing,

Competing with ourselves,

For our own expansion, 

The evolution of our soul.

There’s no competition, 

Other than self-imposed.

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Loving Oneself (Poem)

When he truly loves himself,

Accepts himself as he is,

Why does he need approval,

From anybody else.

If he is secure,

The critics don’t matter,

He knows where he stands,

Controversies don’t last.

If he truly loves himself,

Then why does he need convincing,

To prove to him, only what he can.

For if he is secure,

Then no words can offend him,

And he forgets what’s said.

When he truly loves himself,

What do compliments do,

Than reinforce what he knows.

And what does criticism do,

If it disagrees with his whole.

If he truly loves himself,

Why does he need praise,

When he praises himself,

And what is disrespect,

When he respects himself.

If he truly loves himself,

Then there’s no convincing,

And no ridicule,

That can make him change.

Because he is secure,

In what he knows,

And what others say,

He doesn’t care,

For he respects himself,

Above all else.

When he truly loves himself,

He doesn’t need another,

To bring him, only what he can.

A lover or a friend,

Only reinforces who he is,

For he searches himself,

And then the right ones come,

And are here to stay.

When he truly loves himself,

He doesn’t forget himself,

Or where he comes from,

Or who he is.

Because he is secure,

In what he knows,

And he loves himself,

Despite what others say.

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If We Can Be Children Again (Poem)

When we’re newborns and toddlers,

We’re so eccentric and authentic,

Eager and ecstatic,

To start living our life.

Gazing at the night sky,

We ponder the brilliance,

An amazing masterpiece,

A great work of art.

There must be some force,

That created this world,

That’s giving me breath,

That’s protecting me and cares.

Unrelenting faith,

Always eager,

To tackle the day.

Persistent and relentless,

Pessimism is a term,

We know nothing about.

And then we grow up,

Observing and forgetting,

Somehow down the path,

Of self prophecy and setbacks,

We convince ourselves of deception,

Of every lie of misconception.

And then strip by strip,

As we remove the layers,

As though peeling an onion,

Our eyes begin to burn,

Until we can’t take anymore.

If we can be children,

Remember what we knew,

So deep in our heart,

In our childlike soul.

That life is a playground,

We make it as we want.

Then look back,

Smile and reminisce,

The journey above all,

We’re conquerors from the start.

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The Mountain of Clay (Poem)

Out in the wilderness,

Where winds burst away.

We are all creators today,

On a mountain of clay.

The mountain can be atrocious,

With its height and surface.

But we keep pressing on,

Until the day we’re gone.

Our nests high up in the trees above,

The winds toss and turn its branches and trunk.

Our nests shake in the storm at night,

But we still remain,

Because we’re eagles who soar,

And don’t take flight.

The clay is moldable to our disguise.

We shape it the way we want,

Upon the mountain of clay.

We stand tall affirm out loud,

Even if we waver we still consider,

We’ve survived it all,

Despite the turns and falls,

All according to the inexplicable laws.

We call this time space a mountain of clay.

We are the change to transform today.

Although the turns and detours,

Won’t lead us astray.

Many sights and experiences to chase away.

This is our life, stand and relax.

Don’t hold back in the pottery and clay.

Look above, all the answers lies,

In the one who created the skies