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David Neuman Poem
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror,
To say "This is me".
To Compare yourself to what you think you should be.
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
"How can this be?",
"Why did God do this to me?",
You put on some make-up or some acne-cream,
To cover the blemishes that others can see.
But it doesn't mater what others see,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder is me.
So stop annotating,
And start complimenting,
Not on what should be,
But on what is!
You were created in God's image,
Oh.
How.
Powerful.
To see who you really are,
Oh.
How.
Magical.
In that mirror is not,
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
But a scientific creation from stardust,
Something that's way beyond us.
And what's inside is something so unique,
So special,
Because no one else has it,
It's.
Like.
Magic.
It's you!
You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth.
With the ability to wake up and show your worth.
So why wake up and talk negative?
When you could wake up and smile.
Why not be happy for a while?
Why try to please everyone else,
When all you have to do is be yourself?
People say "What matters is on the inside.",
And you say "But look at my outside.".
And I say there is no good side,
You as a whole is the creation,
There is no separation.
Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony,
Destroying themselves with negativity.
Just Stop!
You are beautiful because you are rare,
Because no one else can compare.
Your face,
Your nose,
Your eyes,
With your sense of humor to comprise,
Someone no one else can match.
Try to make it in a lab...
Try throw it down the hatch.
You compare yourself to everyone else,
When you are one of a kind.
Why can't you get that in your mind?
Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be?
Beauty is not symmetry.
Look in the mirror and what do you see?
The beauty that you are...
This is me...
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David Neuman Poem
It's so simple,
So basic,
Yet we lack it.
Interaction is nothing without it.
Unable to make a bond because the fact is,
We've missed the point.
The point that connects you and me,
And not just on a family tree;
That connects us all from A to Z,
And not just on eHarmony.
Trust.
Where did it go?
Or did we even have it years ago?
Afraid to go on the right track,
Because we might get stabbed in the back.
Locking our doors and checking it twice,
Like we're Santa Clause on a Christmas blight.
Putting a lock on our phone for protection,
Because your friends may use it as a weapon.
Hiding what belongs to us,
Because we lost our trust in all our lust.
But trusting each other is a must,
Because you cant spell trust without us.
Trust.
A firm belief in the reliability,
Truth,
Ability,
Or strength in someone.
Can you think of anyone?
I am sure you can,
Maybe the one that holds your hand.
But for how long?
I'm sorry but it's true,
People can back-stab you.
But this can change starting with you,
Because if you trust people,
They'll trust you.
You may get hurt but at least you'll live,
With your heart on your sleeve and something to give.
So let's break this cycle of deceit and start this world anew.
It doesn't start with them,
It starts with you.
Trust someone and you will see,
How great this world could be,
For you and me.
It's not that hard so don't make it be,
It's only the fear of the possibility,
Of losing everything.
Don't fear,
Trust.
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David Neuman Poem
We take it for granted.
What we've all been handed.
This wonderful opportunity that is...
Life.
And when we finally notice
we take it all in with no focus
spinning in circles blind without a purpose
feeling lost with no where to run
in the vastness of the world
a web that has been spun
for who?
For us?
How can that be?
We are so tiny.
In this universe we are but a dot.
Among the innumerable stars we are unable to spot.
But to understand the macro scope,
Look under a microscope.
To see the bizarre,
How big we really are.
Life.
We are all made of the same stuff.
Look around,
Everything is like us.
Disagree?
Look at some quantum theory.
Everything is made of atoms,
Now look a little closer,
Protons,
Neutrons,
Electrons,
And what is in between?
The vastness that is...
Nothing.
You are mostly empty space,
And not just you,
The universe too.
It's all made of...
Nothing.
It may be big,
But so are you.
All you need to do,
Is change your point of view.
We put so much value on things we know to be true.
Things we created,
To understand what we thought was complicated,
But are in fact non-existent;
Time,
Distance,
In fact gravity,
Is just a theory,
We created to try to understand what surrounds us.
The universe doesn't know calculus.
We try to understand the big picture,
Looking for answers so we know what to wish for.
But you have all the answers,
It's in your genetic makeup,
You just need to wake up,
And realize that you are big.
As big as this universe.
Everything was created equal because of one thing...
We are made of nothing.
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It's funny isn't it?
We all work so hard to be different,
Which makes us all the same.
We all play the same game.
"I want to be the best!",
"Better than the rest!",
And in that quest,
We are all united in the dream for difference.
We all wish to be the hot new product,
Wearing our new designer style Prada.
So we can obtain attention we never got before,
Thinking it'll make us feel a whole lot more...
Special.
And this is what brings all people together,
We all want the same thing,
To be a little different in this ring,
We call society.
So if you want to be different,
Understand that everyone makes a difference.
But you must do it in your own way,
Don't just go out and copy Tina Fey.
Because you do have something to offer,
And you are special.
But you are special in your own creativity,
Not in your copycat version of Justin Bieber "Believe in Me".
You are the superstar version of yourself,
But not when you are trying to copy someone else.
Be the UFC superstar you dream of,
But don't think you can copy Anderson Silva.
Because he has fought his journey and chased his own dreams.
But now it's time for you,
To show them where you set the bar to.
Let everyone else try to copy you,
From North America to Timbuktu .
Be the best,
But don't copy the rest.
Role models are great to have,
They are what set the bar.
But that bar can be a ceiling that isn't too far.
Making your potential smaller than it could have been,
Because you looked up to your father whose cleaning out a trash bin.
With a potential greater than Einstein,
Your working at McDonald's looking up to the supervisor with overtime.
With more power and strength than King Kong,
You're sitting at home playing with your ding.
Be more than the rest,
And be better than the best,
By being...
Yourself
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You all look at me,
"This guy on stage."
Telling you about how this world can be a cage.
Telling you,
Yeah most don't chase their dreams,
And in fact dream-
Most don't even do that.
So I'm here to tell you,
You can have everything you ever wanted if you just believe.
Just dream about anything you can conceive,
Just believe in yourself and that's all you need,
To be the best there ever was, at whatever I mean-
What's the point of living if you don't dream?
To not live life to the fullest?
To not be in this moment?
Because this is a gift,
A gift of opportunity,
To seize the moment.
Carpe Diem.
You have a tattoo of it but do you know what it means?
Then why are you sitting there listening to some guy talk to you about what life should be like,
Instead of living life with the girl you like,
Or being an actor,
Or doing what you love.
Carpe Diem,
Really?
When's the last time you seized the moment?
When's the last time you did something different for a change?
Because to me it seems like people don't have a range.
Wake up,
What's the point?
To go to some job at some restaurant joint?
Is that your dream?
Then why are you doing it?
People say YOLO like it's a joke,
You only live once,
Why are you broke?
There's nothing stopping you except for your preconceived notion of it can't be,
It's not in the cards for me.
And I'm here to tell you...
You're wrong!
There is nothing stopping you from being happy except you,
So turn that frown upside down and do you.
No one can stop you,
So stop acting like they can.
Tell your parents, "I'm joining a band!".
Live out your life because it's yours and no one else's.
Praise The Lord and part the seas like Moses.
Yesterday's history,
And tomorrow's a mystery,
So take this gift,
The present.
And transform your life,
Because that's what it is...
Your life!
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David Neuman Poem
We all stopped looking to the sky.
Unable to look in our own mind's eye.
So caught in all the distraction,
We make ourselves unable to imagine.
You make your T.V. remote more important than the song you wrote.
You look at the clock to check the time,
But then Netflix says "No you are mine."
But why?
I would rather die,
Than to stop myself from living,
From the media making a killing.
Giving you all their propaganda,
In their new episode of Hannah Montana.
We use our cellphones to connect,
But are more separate last time I checked.
Kids at the age of six,
On their phones like they're on rocket ships.
Waiting for the new Call of Duty 6.
Now throw Xbox One in the mix.
How can you not care?
That your kid does not scare,
When he sees a guy with a gun,
And a victim unable to run.
This kid is blind!
From the media taking over his mind.
But I digress,
Technology is a mess.
Expanding our universe but limiting our minds,
To the people we were before we spoke lines.
Family dinners are now family Words with Friends winners.
Unable to have a conversation without a phone for liberation.
We are trapped!
In a world made for progress in fact.
Then why doesn't Congress just act?
For the place where society does lack...
Connection.
We are all connected but you don't see,
Because technology has taken your liberty.
Taken your sight from out of your mind,
And put it on the IPhone 5 production line.
We all have something in common,
Something we can't share in a com-link.
We are human!
And as a matter of fact,
Humanity on it's own does not lack.
We the people have the power,
To travel across the globe in just hours.
So please don't misunderstand,
Technology is good in one hand.
But in the other we need to be free,
So we can be connected in liberty.
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Like a ticking time bomb,
I stayed in my shell.
Waiting to get out of this Hell--
That was my life.
Feeling alone in every corner,
I stayed isolated waiting for a shoulder.
Hoping someone would reach out to me,
Thinking everyone else had the key.
Till I realized that I was the door,
And the key was in me.
That's when I looked up for the first time,
And realized that the only fault was mine.
For I created my own misery,
And blamed others for what I did to me.
I picked my head up and walked tall,
And that's when I saw them all...
Everyone was like me.
Or should I say how I used to be.
Heads down with hand in my pockets,
Waiting for someone to open them up like lockets.
Thinking they too were alone in their Hell,
And that's why I have this story to tell...
Life can be a lonely place,
Until you look up--
And see the world for what it is,
An empty cup.
Waiting for you to fill it with everyone else,
Not to stand alone in it like it's a prison cell.
For what's in that cup can beautiful and pleasant,
And instead of being your Hell,
It can be your Heaven.
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People ask me,
Why do I write?
And I tell them,
Because I have the right!
The right to chase a dream that no one else will.
The right to make the world stand still--
To listen to my words of freedom.
My dream is to change the world.
Laugh if you want,
It's to be expected.
Martin Luther had a dream and he was neglected,
Beaten,
And Broken.
But he chased his dream and his people united,
And I will do the same and open the eyes of the blinded.
I will unite the world from every continent.
Making everyone hold hands with the content--
Of their hearts...
This is my right!
People tell me it's impossible.
I don't care,
That's not the point.
If everyone thought that a black president would not be appointed.
I have to try because if not me,
Then who else?
I see now how Nelson Mandela felt.
I will travel the world spreading my message.
Giving people the hope that should be expected.
And I will start in this room,
And then move on to the next.
Till everyone in this city knows my text.
This is my right!
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David Neuman Poem
Like a ticking time bomb,
I stayed in my shell.
Waiting to get out of this hell that was my life.
Feeling alone in every corner,
I stayed isolated,
Waiting for a shoulder.
Hoping someone would reach out to me,
Thinking everyone else had the key.
Till I realized that I was the door,
And the key was in me.
And that's when I looked up for the first time,
And realized that the only fault was mine.
For I created my own misery,
And blamed others for what I did to me.
I picked my head up and walked tall,
And that's when I saw them all.
Everyone was like me,
Or should I say how I used to be.
Heads down with hands in their pockets,
Waiting for someone to open them up like lockets.
Thinking they to were alone in their hell--
And that's why I have this story to tell...
Life can be a lonely place,
Until you look up.
And see the world for what it is...
An empty cup.
Waiting for you to fill it with everyone else,
Not to stand alone in it like a prison cell.
For what's in that cup can be beautiful and pleasant,
And instead of being your hell--
It can be your heaven.
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