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Quit, Don’t Quit
When life throws you crap
Just stay put but don’t snap
When your alone and standing against a crowd
Just stay quiet, still and calm, no need to be loud
When people take a jibe at you because you are different
Trust yourself, and look ahead and know you are magnificient
When there is no meaning and clarity to your work
Hang on, Rome was not built in a day, so don’t go beserk
There is a time to stay and a time to move on
A time to take a hit and a time to give back
A time to be calm and a time to be furious
A time to be liked and a time to be disliked
A time when life is meaningful and time when it is meaningless
So when the time comes, don’t stay please quit.
SEARCH FOR ENTITY
I care, I search for my real entity.
Throughout life like others, I was bound to pass
through agitation and serenity.
All hindrances - obstacles to surpass.
Enjoyed childhood, studied working hard.
Accessed success ! Blessed to reach on top.
Sometimes life ran smooth, sometimes faced hazard.
Sometimes endured failure : Effort went on flop.
In last phase achievements turned meaningless.
Post life entrance in a different stage.
How to play my role ? Sinking in darkness.
Book of After Life just showing blank page.
I care, I search for my identity
whether me entwined with divinity !
The child of God, which is you, is deceived indeed.
He sees his love spat upon by mindless opinions,
only to realize he himself is the one who spits.
What do you seek so desperately from the world?
The Love of God knows you as you truly are.
Stop hiding from us, we can ALWAYS see you.
Stop hating us, we always love you.
Don't be sick anymore.
Sickness attests to who you're not, slain on the corpse of who you are.
Your monster hates you
but it isn't real.
Just cross the border, let your fear go for a few minutes.
Hear the Voice inside.
Let It dictate how you will act from now on, in love and in grace.
Relax, put your feet up.
The fun is just beginning.
You know the drill, are well trained, and have shown tremendous accomplishment.
The next step is discipline.
You are worthy only of love.
All else is folly.
You know this to be true.
Your guilt is meaningless.
The shadows are gone.
You have seen the light of day Yoni, you just don't know it yet.
Forgive yourself, the child of God still Lives.
He is much happier than you have ever been.
Forgive Yoni, this is your world.
Make of it what you will.
There's a fresh scent in the air.
Like those of cherry blossoms in spring.
The air, carries the truth,that life will once again be fair.
Get ready to head the freedom bell ring!
All it takes is the unquenchable desire to be free!
To do whatever it takes,to pen about your truth.
To join in open post, ever so gallantly.
To stop being afraid, shaking in your boots.
It does not require fire nor burning down cities.
People are just waiting to hear you
They are fed up with victimhood and destructive, meaningless pity.
So mount your steed,the road, ever so ready for only things true.
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Hopelessness
When your body and mind are disconnected
When your falling in a sea of darkness and accept it
When the silence is loud you can hear your heartbeat
It's the feeling of a deep pit
In your stomach
All the contents of your stomach being Consumed by it
Replaced by the feeling of sickness
Leaving a taste of lingering bitterness
Creating an atmosphere in which you question what is the point of living When life feels so meaningless
Clouding your thoughts and taking your happiness
Leaving you with nothing but emptiness
A lingering ache in your chest
Rendering your heart stressed
Pumping the tainted blood around your body, travelling to the mind leaving you depressed
Having to deal with the lifelong effects
I am done beseeching,
I am done disrespecting myself.
Grabbing onto twigs while drowning in a well.
Wells don't have no shells.
I am here writhing in pain and you look so well.
Your eyes which I thought were pearls,
they don't shine no more,
My heart was like a paper to you,
which you so easily tore.
You love me so less,
You don't care for me at all.
Yet you want me to answer at your every call.
I so stupidly run in your direction,
Mistaking your affectation for affection.
Then you abandon me with no explanation,
Here I am asking myself hundreds of questions.
Your eyes they are souless,
Your words, they are meaningless.
I am letting you go ,
This wound is going to turn sore .
But I am ready to move ahead,
The coffin's ready it's now time to bury the dead.
Sorrow had passed his way many times,
said the lines across his brow.
His truth was challenged again and again,
but to lies he refused to bow.
Even in the face of death,
his ground he firmly stood.
He'd taken an oath long years ago,
to always do as he knew he should.
His craving for Truth was beyond his control,
he must stand for Truth and right.
After bloodedly beaten by the cat of nine tails,
there he stood a horrid sight.
The cowards were befuddled, twas six against one,
they demanded at once he must lie.
“Why take all the pain, it's insane,”
they taunted; “you’ll surely die.”
Should he admit to a deed he'd not done?
Should he lie to save his life?
He knew if he did, the lie had won,
making meaningless all his strife.
“Untie my hands, give me a sword,
one against six; I'll fight.
Truth will prevail and have her way,
I’ll gladly accept my plight.
The ropes were cut,
his hands set free.
A sword was thrown to the ground,
and finally found with swollen eyes that could barely see.
He quickly called out to the power within,
“Please overcome my will”!
For a man of love, twas a torturous path,
for six men he'd have to kill.
Then with power he'd never known,
with skills that all seemed new.
The six were slain and Truth had won,
Truth and right had gotten their due.
He lifted his arms and offered his thanks,
to the power that carried him through.
Being faithful to the oath, to be true to himself,
Was the right thing for him to do.
the highest peak for me is the element of praise
every disappointment is a gentle kiss from the most incandescent star
my forward motion stays inspired by the truth within the divine uplifting
to be truly blessed is to fly freely without the effect of meaningless outcries
instead of missing the ignition, i focus instead on the pictorial impact
with that inspiration i face the day newly renewed
the freedom that i feel today prevents my mind from being force fed endless fodder
the contentment i feel prevents my mental from being overtaken with life’s stresses
when the rhythm of time performs indecisive enactments in my vision’s ear, i brainstorm
each session is a thought provoking lesson, and the humbling is a necessary reminder
i take a closer look at how the gold converses carelessly with the silver
i take a deeper observation at how the sun cooperates with the moon
what i ingest is a phenomenal excursion into a magnificent quietude
the vibe of it all inspires a rare smile usually ever so shy
i wish i could take the antonym’s siblings with me
i wish i had a way to make them and their many relatives and offspring understand
however all i can offer them and whoever else are ornamental, yuletide wishes and greetings
as well as the most sincere hope that somewhere, someway, and somehow that i have inspired
A SMILE!
Immediacy of the moment doth youthful heart beckon
With trite passions that seem to standardize each deviation
Intemperate fodder with which sprouting limbs must reckon
Growing pains producing physical appetites beyond satiation
Carefree days frought with moments of indecision
Sheltered from responsibility; a meaningless depreciation
Time monotonously calibrated; habituated minion
Brokered existence reducing life to borderline depression
A guiding light flickering in the distant future makes a slight
impression
But wired circuits overloaded with transitory cares leads to
confusion
Producing electrical impulses that stimulate internal combustion
Sparking trip wire in mind that produces periods of oscillation
Seeking conformity, a bridge from isolated station
Tring to establish self esteem through peer group ingratiation
To the passing trends, fleeting fads making a necessary oblation
Conversely, using concrete value judgements to qualify each,
pretentious action
Working class zero.
The art of poetry is to write what you are thinking;
The best poetry sometimes, comes without you needing to think.
I write from the soul
And sometimes I use my subconscious mind to do my bidding;
Sometimes I study my target,
To become better at performing my shtick.
I want to be the best; so I try my best.
I stutter when I speak in front of an audience,
Because I have so many words that I need to get out.
I have a million words and already formed sentences inside my head;
I utter meaningless paraphrases, because I live underneath self-doubt.
It keeps me down and leaves me feeling less than confident;
But if I have the poem in front of me,
I can pronounce it with such apparent confidence.
Some people hear me reading my works and view me as being arrogant;
But the truth is I am scared outside my shell
And my words are my only defence.
Poetry is my lover and this is a love that will last.
Some say the best poetry is not written by someone from my class;
But I just say I do not care about that.
Writing is what I do, I am a poet; I will write until I die
And thus I am turned to ash.
I am no angel, no glistening thing of beauty;
But I am not afraid of speaking truthfully.
I am not charming and could never be a suitor;
But I am disarming their fury one mind at a time to seize my future.
If I make you smile,
Then I have brought a little happiness into the world.
If I make you think, maybe I became interesting.
If I inspired you to write better than I can,
Then I have become worthwhile.
If I have affected you at all,
Then I have accomplished meaning.
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