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The Mountain I Believed to Be Id

Across the valley
Stood the mountain I believed to be id
Two levels and a summit
Made it appear layered
Like first-dynasty pyramids

It would be a long climb
Step, stumble, slip,
Clutch and elevate my entire being

The valley’s simple green plants
Lived in symbiotic coexistence
With bees and ants
Nature nurturing nature
An embryonic journey
Between the Tigres and Euphrates

Such splendor might have caused me to remain
Many do
But I walked on

At the base of the mountain I paused
The summit hidden by a cloud ring
I looked back upon my Mesopotamia
Hailing its verdant simplicity
Questioning the summit’s worth

But uncontrollable curiosity
And unquenchable desire
Edged me forward

I climbed onto rocky soil
I stumbled as stones slipped ‘neath my feet
Reaching out to clutch a bush
I pulled upward

The first plateau ran before me as a brook
I peered into the pool of life
Finding amphibians, reptiles, fish
I waded
Ankles rubbing green algae
Creating eerie sensitivity
Slippery touch

The water cooled me
Thinning air brought calm
A sandy bottom soothed me

Such harmony might have
Caused me to remain
Many do

But above me
Within a mystical Saturnic cloud
Secrets of the summit beckoned
Edging me to elevate

Sweaty palms grasped a wild rose’s stem
Sharp thorns drew blood
My body fatigued, I cursed the climb
What marvels lay above the ring

The second plateau’s diversity thrilled me
Simple moss, brown rabbits
Deer with long, willowy legs
Hundreds of life forms
Gave me entrance
To Thoreau’s untouched paradise

The alluring cloud hung low above me
I questioned my destination
The second plateau’s oasis might have
Caused me to remain
Many do

But irresistible desire
Again edged me to step, stumble
Slip, clutch and elevate

I entered the cloud layer
Feeling hot and cold dancing vapor
The mountain I believed to be id
Swam under my feet

Perplexed, I muddled upward
Above the timber line
No trees, no grass
No plants, no animals
No life

Still I was curious for id
And took the final step

A cold granite peak
Amidst the grey moisture
Self-realization was achieved

I had seen all that was beautiful
But passed it by
The key to paradise was offered
Three times
Yet I had been a martyr to my own desire

I could not see
The valley, brook,
Or paradise of total life

I could see
Only myself
And I cried
For want of something beautiful

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Final Act and Epilogue

(submission)
Here we bow down to the Lord of the flies,
making way for elegant hissing gowns,
bejeweled in glittering serpentine eyes,
balancing the luster of crooked crowns.

(self-realization)
Alas! We have lost our morality,
so blindly do we serve this filthy swine;
this vile beast bathes in our depravity,
turning our wretched sins back into wine.

(self-preservation)
At this drunk-fest, the swine ruefully grins,
watching us bow down to our own demise.
Why sit back and watch as the evil wins,
darkness can be vanquished, please realize!

(revelation)
United, we can make our final stand,
and banish this beast from our rightful land.

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Oh Id's Nerve

oh, the nerve of my id
     struggling to climb mountains
          seeking secrets
               on a quest for meanings
 
passing all the beauty of life
     never stopping to smell flowers
          marvel at deer
               enjoy the freshness of a babbling brook
 
in a quest for self-realization
     reaching the top
          seeing only myself
               crying out for splendor left behind
 
oh, the nerve of my id
     ensuring isolation
          eliminating potential for happiness
               searching and only finding myself
 
too much introspection
mired in self-reflection
reaching no real destination
     
 
Based on my poem “The Mountain I Believed to Be Id”
Anagram of my last name: Devonshire


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bonds of the flesh

where's the love , a time that was
long time away , a time that must
gotta go back to where it began
only to feel it all over again
glimpes , moments , flash of lightning
without true love , a little frightning
highways , expressways
looking for a new day
back into the fold , the only way
bit's and pieces , seams and creases
seem to fall away , only teasin'
satisfaction , rental , temporary pleasin'
short lived our life , only leasin'
the ground we walk , holy and sacred
 
just some of the things we seem to forget
our loves been bound within' the net
like fish we are , looking for release
if trapped too long , afficted disease
time to reflect , time to reject
excess luggage for upcoming project
self realization , time to believe
only the truth can set you free
time without rust , time to trust
where's the love , a time that was...

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Teeter totter

Birth.        Life. 
Reliant.     Trust.
Wonder.     Bliss.
Rules.        Unsurety.
Rules.        No meaning.
Rules.        Punishment.
Realization. Carefulness
Realization. Why
Why.           Realization
Love.           Acceptance
Caring.         Learning
Growing.      Self realization
God.            Spiritual
Spiritual.      Enlightenment
Friends.        Good
Friends.        Bad
Learning.      Future
Compassion.  Feeling
Feeling.         New
Understanding.ageing
How wonderful it is.the journey that is.home will come, inevitably.it will come.
Aging.          Acceptance
Illness.           Faith
Faith.              Understanding
Acceptance.     Life
Life.                 Death

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Dragonfly-the miracle insect

Dragonfly-the miracle insect

Oh… Dragonfly, the miracle insect
You are the symbol of change and self realization 
Source of mental and emotional maturity, 
Your scurrying flight across water 
represents an act of going beyond the surface
glance at deeper implications and aspects of life. 
Your agile flight and its ability to move in all six directions
Exclude a sense of power and poise
this can be seen only with age and maturity.
Your speed at amazing 45 miles an hour
Hover like a helicopter and fly backward like a hummingbird,
Fly straight up, down and on either side
Your wing strokes elegance and grace just like a veteran ballet dancer
You are wonderful and exhibits Iridescence both on your wings as well as body
It is kaleidoscopic 

Your eyes are wonderful  
most amazing and awe inspiring sights
You can see in all 360 degrees around 
That symbolizes the uninhibited vision of the mind
And ability to see beyond the limitations of the human self

You are innocent and harmless, not bite 
To Japanese you are a symbol of summer and autumn
And admired and respected all
Samurai use you as a symbol of power and best of all victory
For Chinese you are a symbol of prosperity, harmony and as a good luck charm 
To Native Americans you are a sign of happiness, speed and purity
because you eats from the wind itself
Those may be the hidden facts that you have inhabited our planet for almost 300
Million years!  

Jayaratne Weerakkody

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Love

Love

1.

I saw the bitter tears of unhappiness,
Running down your ravaged with pain
                                               Dear face
And I became a sponge of compassion
                                       To absorb them,

2.

I heard the howling of your starving
                                             Stomach,
Echoing throughout your rebellious 
                                         Drained veins,
And I became a sweet loaf of bread
                                            To feed you,

3.


I tasted the agonizing thirst of
                                     Your dry lips,
Burning fire! Consuming your
                                     Every single tissue,
And I became vivifying fresh water
                                      To quench it,

4.


I smelled the presence of sickness in your
                                          Tormented body,
Devouring your vibrant wellbeing, 
And I became salutary medicine to nurse you
                                                  Back to health,





5.
I felt the terror in your trembling gracious
                                                     Heart,
Scaring away your lofty humane
                                                   Virtues,
And I became fortifying courage to obliterate
                                            Your distressful fears,

6.

I found you lost in the darkness of joyless
                                                     Desperation,
Walking towards the abominable cliffs of
                                               Self- distraction,
And I became a bright ray of hope to guide you
                                               To self-realization,

7.                          

I discovered you shivering in the middle
                                             Of savage winter,
Wandering around without a roof over
                                            Your frozen head,
And I became a shelter of warmth to protect you
                                           From merciless cold, 

8.

I watched you suffering from excruciating
                                                             Solitude,
Feeling the ever depressing loneliness in
                                             Your tormented soul,
And I became your constant caring
                                              Companion,

9.

I noted the torture of merciless
                                           Rejection,
Destroying your wonderful, tender
                                            Feelings,
And I became your faithful
                                         Loved one,


10.

I observed you struggling in the rough sea
                                                           Of life,
Fighting your way over the ominous waves
                                         Of human malice,
And I became a solid boat of charity to bring you
                                              On the serene shore,

11.

I witnessed your efforts to climb the mountains
                                              Of desirable success,
Struggling, hopelessly, up the steep path
                                                       Of attainment, 
And I became a firm ladder of mercy to help you
                                                   Reach the very top,

12.

I remarked you fighting against your brutal
                                                           Enemies,
Trying to overcome their beastly power with your
                                                             Bare hands,
And I became a heavy sword of justice to make you
                                                                Victorious,

13.

I perceived the sharp arrow of relentless
                                                        Death,
Heading towards your loving, caring
                                                       Heart,
And I became a shield of concern to save
                                    Your precious life,

14.

You ask me why I do all these things
                                                   For you,
The answer is very simple my
                                            Friend:
It is because…
                              I LOVE YOU!


                                                    ©  Demetrios Trifiatis

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In the eye of the beholder

Poem by Jorn Boor '' In the eye of the beholder ''

 

The path of life I will walk, slowly I will grow old

Along this road I stumble, throughout the years in which I unfold

 

Insecurity's hold me, only strong tough.. in my past before

Skill & faith... I use my tool set, to build my fundamental inner core

 

Passing phases of moving progression, through my moments of thought

Life's happiness I treasure in full, it's the ingredient for which I fought

 

I mature through life element's, painful encounters bring hard challenges for sure

My mind is set on self realization, which is destined to hold ones cure.

 

I like to run, I love to play, fight through all of my dislikes.

As long as I am still aging, I stay determinate to gain insights

 

Triggers, traps, challenges.. I won't give in, I will not be afraid.

Life's disadvantages I need to handle, so in the end I can set them straight

 

I let my inner soul control my destiny, I focus, I pay attention

I'll grow responsible, I create happiness within this true intention.

 

Birth intended I feel blessed to live, I must shine each single day

I hold in mind to respect my life, I choose to live it in my own way.

 

I stand up for all of my choices, of which I am allowed to make.

Otherwise I am not able to die in peace, I can't allow that my soul is fake.

 

Frustration towards Human Race, I feel the truth is loosing ground

One day I trigger the alarm, to your convenience I will let it sound

 

I'll be my own friend, the bond I create within will set me free

Maybe it doesn't mean to you that much for now, but in the end you'll agree

 

Hiding is the key for failure, in the end I will regret

I enjoy thunder, the lightings and rain, cleansed air is the result which I expect.

 

Faith is creating a gift we handout ourselves, it leads us towards alignment

My environment is a product of me, accomplished... so i can die in contentment. 

 

Jorn Boor, Johannesburg SA 

Date: 26-10-11

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Conspiracy. No such thing. (Revised 2)

Go to war in Iraq. Deny everything
Just don’t look back

Solider I gave you a direct order to shoot that woman
The one in all black
She’s wearing a bomb
Concealed in her wrap

I don’t care if you can’t see it
The US government doesn’t pay you to think
Quick shoot her in the head
Before she teaches her son to hate and kill back.

There is a cycle it is undeniable 
For close to eight years we have claimed democracy 
yet we have lived under a rule of hypocrisy
there is also a fascination of denial
living steady in this country

secret organizations and special interests groups
uh ho here we go, you hear it and your eyes roll
another Conspiracy
but the occult and its rituals lives strong today

From how a president is inaugurated
Right down to the pen and the hand shake
It’s in the tarot deck and stands in front of the justice system
They hide it in plain sight so you wont think anything of it

With a blind fold on her eyes
You cant judge what you did not see
Holding a scale that can tip either way
From the roses to the arrows in the eagles claw

What must a person do to assist humanity 
How do I guide the people away from fear
And into self realization without disturbing your true path
Knowledge is the key. The more you know 
The more you experience
The more you can see past the lies of hipocracy 

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Sweet Jane

Sweet Jane, 

The essense of euphoria, cloud 
of confusion 
Fooled by your seductions, 
indulge in delusion 
You betray me, 
Trading blissful thoughts you 
gave me, for Will 
My best friend I knew forever, 
and still 
Eyes Bloodstained in pain, and 
raging until 

Sweet Mary, 

You carried me away from fury, 
from Ill, 
in the moment, 
Take Me 
To the time I spent with you, 
dimes I spent on you, 
In anguish, when the pollute 
clears, I can see and hear, 
but only to know, the time I've 
wasted 
years we've embraced, 
Monopolized my night and day 
for your own snakish 
intentions.. 

What Trickery.. 
Though, instead of resistence 
and bickering, 
I kiss your wet lips, as you dry 
mine 
The Stress lifts, 
Self-realization hits, 
the cause of anxiety, and mass 
ambition 
The Irony, 
Our relationship seems to be 
teeming/teaming with irony 

You Stand for rebellion, but you 
enslaved me 
Through, at first through lustful 
gazing, 
Set akindle blushes to your 
face, 
and to my amazement, 
Through pre-adolescent stages, 
and justifications, 
Became an arranging of a 
forbidden engagement, 

Between a boy and lady, 
Manipulative of love and time.. 

A Boy's mind.. 

..One last time... 

I Say, 
After I set Astray, 
To count the days, before I 
greet, 

Mary Jane. 

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SELF REALIZATION

Sometimes you gotta 
close your eyes to see 
the real truth hidden
inside you ....


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Our washing machine mind

Looking at the washing machine, 
A thought came in my mind,
If our brain too had a system just like it,
Everyday we would remove all possible stains,
Of jealousy, anger, hatred and pain.
I wondered and pondered,
And the process of self realization began..
By learning and following some steps,
We can actually develop such a mechanism, 
The detergent being optimism,
Our wisdom and kind conduct code,
Would enable it on fully automatic mode,
Our humility and simplicity, 
Will function like electricity, 
Our smile and acceptance of err,
Shall perform the task of water,
Forgiveness could be substance,
Which will add on the fragrance,
All hurt,
Will then vanish just as the dirt,
Resulting into bright and clean mind..

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The Blessing

A blessing bursts through on a rainy day It came without blemish and shame But with happiness and mirth Tears filled my heart's pores As the rain of guilt fell more and more But light poured through and opened a door I stand upon a sun-shined path The rain falls light as the blessing is insight Hovering its luminous aura around my life We shed tears and feel the pain and sorrow Sometimes not even aware of the good coming tomorrow The blessing is life The ability and opportunity to live Self-realization and heartwarming epiphanies Take away the pangs of tribulation My eyes are open - I can see And breathe in the blessing given to me December 15, 2012

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Self Realization

Stop! Listen to your heartbeat.
Concentrate on every thump as it slowly evaporates 
into the inner tissue of your soul. 
Silence manifests laterally,
drowning your body, leaving you with sharpened senses. 
Your limbs slowly detach from your fragile body
creating paranormal stratospheres in the surrounding cosmos.
All matter surrounding you dissolves until all turns to 
black shadow.
Solitude takes you and you are an irrelevant whisper 
within infinity. You gain consciousness,
you are in a pool of your most distant memories. 
You come to the realize that you never knew 
yourself, you were never even close. 
Suddenly you feel more in tune than ever.
You are reborn from the womb of your own heat
confident that you aren’t, you never were, and you never will be. 

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Calling

Worship the meager population
of beasts
In the high house.
Few over the many.
Strategic over the blind.
We are at the stage, my friend,
Child of the night.
The beasts swing from the belfry
of the Cathedral,
Spewing mind poison through
black boxes that flash and speak.
We are at the stage,
The stage of life,
The stage of tyranny,
The stage of light,
The stage of overwhelment.
A new dawn approaches
From the darkened horizon.
We are the catalyst,
Reinvigorating the light,
Darkness reserved for night,
No more diluting of sight,
No  more bliss in organized ignorance,
Wisdom, freedom reign
in this new age,
My new age,
Your new age.
A new step in evolution,
one not forgetting the soul.
Re-align the body and the mind.
Call me when we're conscious.
We'll strike up the band
to usher in the eternal daylight.
Come my children,
for I am your child.
We'll bask in the sunlight,
And bathe on the moon.
The only true freedom
Is absolute freedom.
The abuse of freedom
By the normal man is
Only the result of frustration
Through lack of freedom.
I pray to you, my children,
for I am your child,
We join as God, united
Self-god
God to all
No god from plastic tales
No god in hollowed castles,
The god of self-realization.
We are god.
We have the power.

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BUZZY BUZZ


Dog eat dog world
Awakes to new dawn;
Paradoxical gains


Words and yet more
Empty words dilute;
Cold comfort frozen


Headlines sensation
Bad news in vogue;
Catchy decadence


Muse upon feeling
Profound thought;
Self-realization lights


Mood swings highlight
Psychic trauma;
Pain instigates


Skybridge running track
26 floors above;
Senior citizens jog


Look to this day
To do something good;
Saturday cat nap


Set routines
To-Do List unfurls;
Time is never enough


Much ado
About nothing new;
Changes re-order


Ideas rule the world
Change agents --
Come and go abruptly


Worn-out old pavilion
Two weary workers;
Chat over beer repast


Busy passage conduit
People hurry briskly;
Haphazard side stepping


Busy networking
Trying to get ahead;
Lost in the crowd


Visual impact dazzle
Too much colour;
Not much insight


Takeaway counter
Pre-order your drink blend;
Beverage on-the-fly



Leon Enriquez
04 July 2014
Singapore

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An Ode to dreams

In one time of our lives,
We have dreamed dreams,
searched out life by the seams.
To  dream of breaking out of society cage,
putting past us senseless rage.
Taking hold of self-realization,Dreams hold tribulation.
Dreams show us deep within our minds,
What we truly desire,
Lights a burned out fire,
In hopes, that dreams may find someone new to inspire.
Desiring someone daring.A mind every so caring.
A heart so fair,
And shoulders to bear.
Dreams are kept in the back of my mind,
Longing to be revealed in time.

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Book Of Changes

I consult the I Ching with a question
Only I myself will ask.
Giving Taoism my full attention
Three pennies I will cast.
Six casts in all will yield a hexagram
Chance determines each line.
The bottom three shows plainly who I am
The top three will divine.
Depending on the hexagram result
In it lies a message.
The book of changes I must now consult
Determines the presage.

Wind followed by wind
Is self-realization
One continuum.

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Love Thyself

Regurgitated words, 
moments of retracing, 
demented, tormented, 
and self-effacing, 

Pointless retribution, 
shadowy diatribe, 
shielded delusions, 
salvation contrived. 

Self-realization 
needs no defense, 
adorned with self love, 
its own recompense. 

Identify appreciation 
for gifts received -
rejection of beliefs 
preconceived. 

Inoculation of worth, 
dis-ease extinguished, 
perpetual virtue 
suppresses anguish; 

Mirror reflections, 
tales of fortitude, 
reveals the truth 
and wisdom of attitude.

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Mind in my Mind

I’m torn away and lifeless
In a pixilated display cover
Not caring or feeling
Except showing my own past as a lover
Taking it all in stride 
With nothing to hide anymore
The self realization is gone
What’s left is how alone I feel
Even with a body next to me
There’s something quite surreal 
I can’t shake the idea that I’m not where I’m supposed to be
I’m afraid and alone
Dry as a bone
No motivation or anticipation 
Can push me further into what I should be
Can’t someone push me for once?
Can’t anything touch me enough?
Why can’t my tortured mind
Ever get conscious desires?
I get what comes and nothing more
It’s black and bleak with no sign of retreat
Who can step away from this monogamous feat?
I took the higher ground
Pretending to be something proud
But I’m lost
In the mind of my mind. 

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Momentarily

Momentarily
          by Odin Roark

How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync
Wavelength to wavelength
Response to reply

So many agendas beg ignoring
Those places where integrity remains suspect
Where job
Marriage
Relationships
Friends
Acquaintances
Eye contact
Undeserved pleasures
Even fantasized harmony
Portending confirmation of truth
Are often merely layered fears
Forged in distrust

For lest we forget
No one promised answers

Even as schemas know no boundaries
The road signs always offering direction
To the many of want
Facilitating few of need
They nevertheless remain available

Such goes this phenomenon of plans
Diagramable life
Representation of what might be
But rarely is
What is intrinsically longed for
Yet seemingly uncatchable
Like forever morphing mercury
 
Still

So desperate are most
Clutching to random connection
Often without reason 
That attention from others
Is embraced as self-realization

Perhaps a venture off the beaten path
A bushwhack through the untrammeled past
Might beg consideration

Where revisiting the child within
Will remind how infant outbursts
Conveyed rudimentary logic
When diaper rash urgency
Void of language 
Save scream and cry
Defined simple organics 
A voicing in search of form

So easy to ignore this
Time’s simplistic message
Reaching back toward the dawn of man
When primitive bone and stone
Drummed the truth of need
Food
Shelter
Cover
When duplicity hadn’t been invented
When progress was preserved by raw instinct

Today

Actuality is in questioned focus 
Our civilized regression
This guised-in-furtherance flight
Toward make-believe escape
Has jettisoned logic into the abyss of ignorance
Manipulating instead today’s lie of norm
Into modern truth

The hunt will continue
Beneath self-created imprisonment
To find that somewhere yet to objectify itself
That place where slumbers intrinsic reasoning  
Kept safe by nature’s heartbeat
Requires nothing but simple acceptance
Of that known simply as
Ever available
Truth

Searching minds continue
Trusting consciousness will prevail
Even allowing occasional laughter
Along the path where delusions entertain…

Momentarily

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EXPOSURE



Black panther 
Striped tiger;
Stray cats challenge

~~~~~~~~~


Takeaway meal
Fast food dinner;
Family feast

~~~~~~~~~


Street bazaar
New offerings greet;
Dazzling array

~~~~~~~~~


Crowded mall
Strangers congregate;
Celebrities entertain

~~~~~~~~~


Busy walkway crowd
Strange faces meet;
Loneliness loiters

~~~~~~~~~


Tired old couple
Sun drenched faces;
Hair greying with late bus

~~~~~~~~~


Child care centre
Noisy kids mingling;
Care-giver disciplines

~~~~~~~~~


Hotel atrium
Tourist traffic brisk;
Coming and going

~~~~~~~~~


Supermarket shelves
Global brands assemble;
Mini United Nations

~~~~~~~~~


Morning kung-fu
Martial arts dance;
Healthy self-defense

~~~~~~~~~


Mirror image peeps
Self-realization stare;
Grey hair and wrinkles

~~~~~~~~~





Leon Enriquez
31 August 2014
Singapore

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Faces of War, Day 2

He tries to give a speech
That old man, our leader
Who is it, he is fooling?

This war was over
The minute it had started
Our fate has already been written

But could it be that
Tables can turn?
I must believe so

I began to realize
And somehow understand
I had started to show the other face

That shrinks and hides with terror
And allows your inner demons
To take complete control

Shame on me for letting
The devil take power
Over my weak soul

Freedom but comes
Twice in a lifetime
Victory and self realization

The chains of coward ness
Broke from around me
My dead brothers now come back to life

Could it be that
All the blood shed
Was not shed in vain

The morning comes
The blood boils
And light reflects from blades

We went out there
We erased our fear
And turned careless

It is not the weapons
But it is the men
Those with more valor will return

We marched and marched
To the great plain land
Today we fight!

Live or die
Whatever my fate
I lived amongst pride!

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self realization haiku

true acceptance lies
within the realm of thyself
just be who you are

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Self Realization

When different folks
Say the same thing about you,
Consider closely...