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Trust Without Reason (Poem)

He asked his father,

What can I do?

It feels like check mate,

I’ve tried everything, 

I feel as though,

The weight on my shoulders

Is crippling me now.

Do I lay down? 

And let the current sweep me away?

And allow the weight of the tide

To pull me down?

He said to his son,

What is unwavering faith and boldness

And persevering despite doubt? 

The son replied I don’t know. 

His father replied,

It’s to not know, 

And still believe, despite reason. 

It’s to say, I don’t understand, 

But father I know you have a way, 

And I won’t stop nagging, 

Until my promise is fulfilled, 

And my mission is complete.

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True Meaning of Courage (Poem)

The most courageous of them all

Is the one

Who declares his faith, 

Despite appearance 

Contradicting his faith. 

The one who perseveres, 

Despite reality pushing him down.   

He seeks compassion, 

Despite the cruelty 

Imprinted in the world.

The most courageous of them all, 

Is the one who declares I can, 

Despite inferiority sneaking up. 

The one who never gave in,

Or forgot who he was

And where he came from.

The most courageous one, is the one 

Who got up,

Despite the pile of brick on his back. 

He remained steadfast, 

Despite the world shaking him up.

He seeks enlightenment,

Despite the darkness in the world. 

He’s the enlightened one, 

Who speaks it into being, 

Then watches the universe

 Manifest it into being.

Always a victor, 

And never underestimating 

His own power.

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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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Breaking Free From the Spider’s Web (Poem)

Stuck in a spider’s web, 

Surrounded by the sticky silk.

Though I push and strain away,

The sticky silk forcibly remains. 

The world is in my forefront view.

Behind remains the sticky silk,

My arms and legs stuck on it.

Another pull, another strain, 

I know the creator will come through, 

Like always.

As I seek myself through his loving eyes,

There’s nothing I cannot do, 

From this dwelling place of divine. 

There’s always the forefront view,

And the next step will land me there,

Next to him,

To another world free from silk, 

The enemies and monsters 

Remain in the rear view web. 

As I break free of the sticky web,

And pull through to the front again,

What was once a fear,

Is now a gift,

As I dwell, 

With the monsters in my bed.

Fearless and laughing, 

At the horror I gave them.

Today the price seems fair, 

To discover myself  

Through the despicable web.

Sometimes you lose yourself, 

To find yourself once again.

An unending journey,

To fine tune our gifts.

Until our mission is complete, 

And our destiny fulfilled.

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Opposites Work Together (Poem)

Opposites work together to bring stability 

And reliability, 

In each others hands.

Without opposites

Life remains 

And doesn’t change.

For without opposites,

There’s no reference point,

And no platform,

To create ourselves anew, 

And correlate.

Without change

There’s no expansion 

And no creation 

Only sameness.

The answer is to accept 

The inevitable correlation,

To create ourselves anew

From the father’s hand.

And let others only reaffirm

Who we are,

Through cooperation  

And opposites.

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The Meaning of Poetry (Poem)

Poetry is a voice, 

A seemingly once troubled mind

Who found peace

In the midst of chaos, 

Wanting to share his gift to the world.

Once fascinated by his thoughts,

He could not stop them, 

Until he put them on paper

And declared what he knew.

Poetry is an emotion 

Deep within ourselves 

Trying to find rest 

Through words and wisdom 

Combined for entertainment.

Let’s not forget, 

The core of poetry, 

With making something sound so beautiful,

But empty.

For beautiful words doesn’t change the world,

But poetry does, 

With a meaningful, and lasting word.

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Contrast and Opposites (Poem)

For without darkness,

There cannot be light. 

Without failure,

There cannot be success.

Without trials,

There cannot be patience.

Without contrast, 

There cannot be a humanity.

Without challenges,

There cannot be triumph.

For the world exists

Where opposites work together.

To create a world 

Of correlation

An extension of each other. 

To create change, 

And a peaceful nation.

Where we all strive for greatness.

  

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The Road to Mastery (Poem)

Through trial and error,

We tough the storm.

The wind blows against our soul,

In this illusionary world.

We don’t understand life,

As we squeeze tight

To be right.

The ideas, that once worked,

Are now expired,

In this illusionary world.

Through trial and error,

We make our stance,

Declare what we know.

The wind blows beneath our feet,

And shakes us deep.

We declare our wants,

More comes against us.

As we make our stance,

And are now sturdy,

In this illusionary world.

Through trial and error,

The wind doesn’t shake us.

As we learn through leaping forward,

Through the laws that govern us all.

The wind remains beneath our feet,

As we make our stance,

In this illusionary world.

Through trial and error,

We stand up straight.

Firm, unwavering, ready to play.

As we acknowledge our ways,

In this created reality,

Where we declare out loud,

And write the script.

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Patience Where Wisdom lies (Poem)

Patience.

As it remains and escapes,

Through the process of trial and error,

Where wisdom lies.

An underestimating emotion,

We cannot stand.

Though uneasy at first,

Inner peace lies.

Patience.

Being steadfast and firm,

Though contradictions spies,

In a world of its own,

Of wisdom and lies.

Patience.

Though uneasy and flat,

Indecisive and black,

Contemplating time and elation,

Like a fiery trial.

Patience.

Though treacherous at first,

If we simply pull through,

Wisdom lies.