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Once more, I failed the truth.
The truth of this life, of my life
The path, the journey
The whole purpose of me being here.
I became to complaisant,
Too sure of myself
I thought that I was invincible to the
Petty misgivings of this life
But I was so wrong.
I didn’t even see it coming,
To be completely honest
Blindsided by the tiniest speck of self doubt.
A minute amount of unsurety that snowballed
Into what you see before you now.
I thought for sure that I had broken the cycle
That has held on for lifetimes and has brought
About my demise time after time
I changed my actions and reactions to the same
Repeated patterns trying to change the outcome
But once again I began the task of my own self sabotage.
Allowing the self limiting beliefs to creep in and settle
Snugly in the crevices and crannies of my own subconscious.
As I sit here, upon the edge of the unknown
I search for reasons not to just jump and end it all
Finally putting an end to this failure I call my life
Because once more I failed my to follow my true path.
I look out into the darkness that has seemed to surround me
It becomes so black that I am not completely sure
If my eyes are open or shut.
I cry out in the darkness as I begin to take that final step
And then I see it…
It is just a small speck of light way off in the distance.
I am not entirely sure that I haven’t imagined it,
A cruel joke played on my eyes by my mind
But the speck becomes clearer,
And I realize that it is getting larger
It seems that it is changing the dark,
Not chasing it away but
Actually transmuting the darkness into the light.
I watch this light show before me
And I begin to understand
My path becomes clear before me,
I now know what I have to do.
My roommates and I
always have something to say.
We talk incessantly, like chirping birds.
We’re all reading the same large print here, and It suggests that college is almost over.
We’re bleeding time and there are dreams in need of scheming.
It’s time to stack our chips with transactional relationships and hoard the things that matter most.
I have to admire the sheer attitude and bravado of these girls—their defiant strides,
as they face the invisible indignities and constant obstacles of job hunting.
(Where they’re required to behave while they’re observed and evaluated).
They have their resumes and they’re complaisantly ready to flex their appealing gregariousness.
All of the major playas are passing through—from established giants like (Amgen, Bayer and Genentech)
to biotech startups and research Institutes—to cull through the herd of Yale biomedical graduates.
I don’t get to play (interview) this time and it’s rough just watching the signs and plays from the sidelines.
I can’t help the feeling that I’m underperforming—even though my ‘Master of Public Health (MPH)’ program starts 10 days after we graduate. ‘Baby, I was born to run’— to steal a line from Bruce Springsteen.
Despite our separate paths—we’re like cats getting ready to jump in all directions—a bouillabaisse of intoxicating and terrifying excitement for the future is brewing, and we still have the constrictions of our current curriculum to deal with—like a snake, it still wraps around every aspect of our lives.
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Songs for this:
born to run by Bruce Springstein
Time by Tom Waits
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Webster: complaisant = willing or eager to please other people
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day
That's the chant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
Their lives were full of shoulda, coulda, and woulda's
They would get to someday
Which is now irrelevant.
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day.
Doesn't this piquet you in some way?
Have we become that complaisant?
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
They were people look at the survey
Their lives weren't insignificant.
Alcoholics and Druggies Die Every Day
They just couldn't break away
From the horrible intoxicant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
I pray
That people will read this and on their mind I can implant
Alcoholics and Druggies die everyday.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
In the world of tech, where cyber threats run rife,
To be an expert in cybersecurity is life.
The journey to expertise is one worth telling,
So come along with me, let me start from the beginning.
First, let me say, it wasn't always clear,
That cybersecurity was my path, it's odd I know, my dear.
But one fateful day, an attack we did face,
Our company's data was gone without a trace.
It was a wakeup call, and I heeded the alarm,
I knew we needed to be safe from cyber harm.
I read every book and took every course,
I was determined to stop any future data loss.
My core values were established, to protect and to serve,
To defend from malicious attacks with assertive nerve.
Integrity, honesty, and loyalty were my guide,
To master this skill and keep data safe on our side.
I had to keep updated, every new threat in sight,
Just like data and systems, against time and events we fight.
Then, it was time to put my skills to the test,
I started in small environments where I'd invest.
I'd see how the hackers gained entry, for any weakness they'd seek,
So I would devise ways on how to make our system's security thicker.
I worked hard and was promoted to lead the charge,
And my mentor would always tell me, "stay on guard".
My journey continued, expanding my knowledge every day,
There was so much to learn and so much more to say.
I took on leadership roles, always teaching and guiding,
Passing on the expertise, the knowledge with a binding.
As I look back now, I realize how far I had come,
From a novice to an expert, the journey yields the outcome.
The core values of cybersecurity have molded my way,
From the tech that we use and the people we say.
Integrity, honesty, loyalty are values I hold dear,
To protect and to serve, without any fear.
To be the best, the expert, and keep our data secure,
And always be proactive, never complaisant or obscure.
Deep within, cybersecurity is a passion of mine,
A world that's forever changing, in defense we combine.
It's the core values that got me to my expertise and to believe,
Those values will forever remain, they'll never cease.
How Do I stop my insanity
All my books were stolen from me
And when my mind escaped me
And my shell was empty
poetry Was what came back to me
This is brand new as are all you read
On my post every minute of life
I see a thousand lies but the motives
Are clear to me
and that is why I'm always ahead of me
All I need is a word a feeling a titles
And I can pull together a parable
I fear no man and have no idols
I'm just the one who carries the unbearable
And I shoulld been dead
But fate has a plan that's subject to audible
These words are not mine
They stay updated and consumes
My boundaries of complaisant
Traditional living and asking
how has reason allowed this
Old and creators of institution
Can't admit fault they took life
And set a plan. United syllabus
Among public schools, second rate out the gate
And since we start early they not teaching
They showing us how to understand
They got us down to 12 ways you can be
And you can be positive or negative in each One
them a failed mind control weapon
Is launched as television
With a channel for all 12 and new population
Get a channel so they guided in their transition
Their all yall's left unsaid
Biting the righteous tongue
And speaking useless wisdom's
To achieve what we covet
When before we assigned it value
It was worthless.
Don't just know were you stand
Know who and what you are
And know how the common man
plows still the rich mans land
Form:
A white gem shining in the black sky
A round beauty with a cool light
With a power to make us relax and rest
A wait for a fortnight to view the nature’s craft
In every angle it’s a new design and new look
In every location it’s a fresh form and a wish norm.
A cotton ball or a butter ball - a pal for all
A silver coin or a platinum ring - a king of lullaby
A creamy round or a milky balloon – a soul soother
Dark nights get a makeover with a white spot
A symbol of beauty, a combo of black &white,
Is a visual treat
A perfect blend of calm and beauty
A sign of completeness and complaisant
A foamy ball with many pretty features
To see the full moon in the sea
Or from balcony or window side
It’s a beauty hug with nature