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"The story of our life is like a leaf-
Bring beauty to this world, however brief."
Quote by _Daniel Turner, Poet
I live my life with enduring unflappable patience and calmness. I have a
code of morals, and rules of conduct that give me strength to handle all
adversity. Time has given me a mentality of a survivor, there is a force
burning within me. I face each situation with logic and integrity. I know
my limitations. Truth is a moral that I hold high and my ethical beliefs are
never diminished, yet, I can look at long held traditions and question them.
I have walked with grief
shed tears that fill oceans blue~
compassion I give
I have found my tranquility, serenity, and peacefulness and a wisdom to
know right and wrong, poise, grace, virtue and respect. When filled with
hesitation, and apprehension I go to my core and faith and I am lifted high.
I send weakness away and thus I am liberated and free to be me. I do not
seek affluence, opulence, or worldly riches. My treasure is waiting above.
At the end of my life, my stoicism will grant me entrance through those
golden gates. But, in the here and now, I am a faithful friend, reliable and
honest to all. I will give you my empathy, encouragement, and my love.
from dark pits I crawled
sorrow my chain and anchor ~
now fly free and strong
The simple recipe for a healthier life
a Stoic view unaffected by impulses or emotions
The impressions and interpretation of the world
Bury any negative thoughts
accept your responsibility for your own emotions
What you can't control,
doesn't must be worrisome
What you do today, can do tomorrow brighter
Anyone can acquire
the keys of wisdom of the Stoics
through making oneself a positive person
Convictions, attitudes and hopeless habits
a fruitful and educational process
Finding the correct focus, life is full of surprises
You yourself are the forge of your own success
The inside and the outside changes
you gives of yourself, embrace and comfort
A wisdom of life for our time where uncertainty abounds
Explore the possibilities that others may not have seen
You ran from me, I told you not to. And you know what happens when you disobey me.
But it hurts. I don’t want to hurt anymore.
I told you it will stop hurting.
When?
What did I tell you about asking so many questions?
But–
No excuses.
And so it continues.
Four years of hurting and it never stops hurting,
He lies,
And his lies turn to mine,
Lying to my parents,
To my sister,
To my friends,
That everything is
Fine.
I paint a smile on my face even though
I can feel him
Everywhere.
The shower burns,
But the stinging feels like relief,
Like a semblance of understanding,
Of the pain.
The silence gets the best of me,
And I distance myself from everyone,
I convince myself it’s better for them,
Less they know,
Less they’ll worry,
Less it will hurt when I disappear.
I tape my eyes open,
Afraid to shut them,
Afraid to see him again,
Feel him again,
Be his again.
I scream with no sound,
I cry with no tears,
I thrash with no movement.
Stoicism has become my savior,
A desperate attempt at survival,
With a flat disposition,
No one can see the truth.
This is the debris,
This is what can stay,
This is what may remain
When he took my autonomy away.
I’m not some “survivor.”
There is no recompense
For all the hate that’s encompassed me,
I’m taking back what’s left.
Words unkept, promises broken churned my heart,
like what the whirlwind does to the dunes.
I couldn’t calm down my twirling turbulence
as pent-up anger shattered the shield of tolerance.
Defenseless and discounted I disintegrated,
turned into discarded debris of indignity,
arrogance decayed in intolerant abyss.
Sanguine awareness then found patience,
the candle of inner strength,
ignited as the guiding light
through the exigent intolerance web,
that had entangled the essence of my muddled mindset.
Fortitude is now my stable thought mode,
the space to step back to clearly assess situations,
respond sensibly rather than react impulsively.
Patience, the bedrock of resilience,
the enduring poise in staggering setbacks,
symbolizes time as a pivotal element
in the process of healing and growth.
I have discovered an inner strength
that fortifies me in tempestuous life,
builds the bridge that fosters discernment,
allowing to appreciate the deviant thought perspectives,
and construct connections durable,
Amidst the commotion of turbulent life,
patience an alchemic anchor of calmness,
prevents me from being swept away
by the coercing currents of compulsion,
enabling me to approach life challenges
with composed and collected attitude transforned.
In the remaining phase of journey,
I carry confidently the wisdom of stoicism,
as a virtue that not only illumines my conscience,
but radiates outward,
influencing the quality of my interactions,
and fathoms the depth of my perceptive psyche
with the enduring strength of patience.
On the wall, keeper of time,
The hands of truth continue to wind.
It ticks with the steady beat of my heart—
A loud, continuous nudge,
A reminder: "Remember you must die."
The hands of a clock mirror our life.
With each swing of the pendulum,
A little less time.
Each second, a moment closer to demise,
As the sun sinks low in the western sky.
Fear not your shadow; accept the night.
The clock keeps winding,
As the daylight turns to night—
With each tick, clarity speaks softly
Purpose shines brightest just before midnight
As time fades away-
Embrace the fallen night
Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.
I could feel the rhythm of my obscure
thoughts in sync
sturdy scrutiny, into the mirror
I glimpse deeply in the
reflection of the nymph
somehow I outwit the quixotic
hold of the sylph,
frightened to my demise,
tons of strength fills my belly,
blinking lights, driving under the influence of my mind
You!
you ruined everything,
I'm not in the position to connect
or link to you no more,
no! I'd never use me this woefully
i’d never use me this poppy
but you did!
you Did!!
you stopped before we even proceeded
You were my everything,
my everything!
still you mortified me horrifically
you neglected our tryst,
don’t!
don’t try convincing me to feel better,
you built my moments yours
left me in the cold
I remember every lie you notified me with,
crushed my hopes with thunderstorm,
pushed my stoicism without no thinking,
rejected my Lips and kiss like cancer,
I curse the day I thought forever,
you moved me into inferno,
let me inquire one more time
Do you ever think of me?
shhh! shhh! lies! lies!!
I stridently oppose those professed fibs
they seem untrue
wait! my confusion is your continuous lifestyle
in untruthfulness
You split my bosom in seconds
left me in 2
I detest you!
I detest how you lived without me
I hooked you when you cut down
I smiled when they jested
held you by the kneels, put you right back on edge
still, you picked the nerve to pull out on me
you quit on me?
Exploiting yet preying on me?
how do you feel?
no! do not dodge
Respond to me, how do you feel now?
did you think you could live without me?
Ugh, this sunrise encounter is terrible
with you here
i’m Completely
Buggered Now, You Should Forget Me.
Zip It.
Forever the square peg
seeking entry into the round hole,
the smart kid pushing
when the sign says “Pull”.
wandering in the midst
of the hurried,
a dreamer adrift among
those who think themselves awake.
Viewing through the unfiltering eye
of betrayal, the betrayers,
spiritual “Madoffs”
pontificating Ponzi schemes,
promising fulfillment -
for themselves.
Square pegs do not “roll”
through life, varying
speed to meet conditions
they are more suited
to building, stability,
strength, stoicism.
They often appear lost,
disconnected from, apart
and yet “a part of”,
yet somehow lost
in the “wall-less” box
of the seeking mime,
captured in the swirling
eddy of the twisting flow,
contentedly discontent
purveyors of optional
disillusionments. Lost
in the mediocrity of
the moment, lingering
in the rippling foam
of a receding tide.
Wandering Frost’s
“road less traveled”
rejoicing in the touch
of a snowflake, the joy
of a sunflower, the edginess
of a square peg
forever lost.
John G. Lawless
2/5/2016
From dusk till dawn, the fields, they toiled
Enduring lashes from the overseer's whip.
Grimacing as the sun on them, boiled
The pain, too deep for them to even weep.
Heavy iron shackles impeded their footsteps
Hot iron on bare skin branded them as property
And while many suffered from broken biceps
Others died and few in pains, reached forty.
The maidens got raped by the bearded monster
The children, separated and sold like sheep
And while many got maimed in this order
With stoicism they endured with little sleep.
The Americas, my Ancestors built
And like soldiers far from Rome,
They sweated and died without guilt
In a land they couldn't call home..
They toiled under the sun in silence
Their minds, blurred by the middle passage
Such hideous and appalling violence
That saw thousands cast overboard during the voyage.
Gathered at dusk around their candle stick,
Desperation had struck some with insomnia.
Families in fear clung, while the kids kick
Hearing their parents voices singing in nostalgia
"Home again again, home again again
When shall I see my home?....."
©Temajung Michael T
Up the diversified life's evolutionary lineage tree,
with time a unique species climbs to the canopy of sagacity.
With functional form and wisdom blending in beautiful mind,
the rational man creates the art of living, the masterpiece.
In the righteous journey made to the realm of wisdom,
humans acquire the attribute of fundamental fortitude,
attain in toiling times the resilient state of self-discipline,
connected with the universal notion in the algorithm of being.
The ego abandoned, the meaning of life measured
with the essence quotient of the profound intelligence,
defines the transcendent qualities of the stoic existence,
harmoniously enshrined within the latent human spirit.
Beneath the tempestuous strife in the sea of life,
flows convivial calmness with current of sensuous emotion.
The inundating surge of innate love and empathy
spreads on the shore of the serene soul of noble life.
When the mind wavers unsteady in life’s turns and twists,
gets bound in the scrupulous roots of the sanctified psyche,
the thwarting thrust of negative sensitivity disappears,
blows away the base instincts in the wind of ethical acuity.
With the moral fiber of the productive positive passion,
when the mind weaves the tapestry of timeless acumen,
embedded enmeshed within the motionless motif of inner bliss,
life finds the virtuous course in the dormant domain of stoicism.
Innocent life obedient to God
Poise without violence, greed or hate
Or any other sin of fallen man
These remnants from the Garden of Eden
An infinitude of cells covering the Earth
Making food from sunlight and water
Every day that the sun shines silently
Thankful beings open coloured smiles
Just being themselves forever fulfilled.
Talking to the plants and trees
Is like talking to God, to the air
Yet they do not understand nor care
But I receive responses from them
About longevity and strength
Patience and acceptance
Flexibility and abundance
Continuity and cyclic change
Constancy and calm
Solitude and stoicism
And the rewards of care and love.
Gardening is a religious experience