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They approached me in an inconspicuous way
as quaint & confusing disillusionments do,
saying, " Hello, you're the best - "
I replied reluctantly,
" Thats why I weep every night - " ,
crying like a captured secret,
sorrowful like a caged cure for cruelty,
they became silent as photographs missing sentiments,
our dialogue was at an end,
was my statement a joke, modesty, a travesty,
nobody wins something of value by themselves,
One cannot taste the terror of triumph individually,
and risk is instinct to a Victor's jubilee,
I mention these maxims as testaments,
validations for the tears of all winners
who have lost tremendously along the avenue named " Greatest " ,
there exist three inevitable enemies that attempt to impede
the achievements of all great people, ironically,
these serve as motivations not to rest,
first, the lazy luxuries of life that stymie the strength
of ambition and when absent,
induce abject illusions of incredible iniquities
which stifle Will,
secondly, undisguised, unabashed competitors
whom combat without care or compassion for others,
devoid of devotions to fairness or decorum,
thirdly, and sadly, loss of loyal friends,
they once greeted you respectfully, then eventually
cheerfully, dutifully deride you for exposing mediocrity,
please don't dismiss this lesson of lonesome liberation via success
as a proud 'pity parade', masquerading megalomania,
or as being dreamily decietful,
to be a faithful, or even phony follower,
to be intentionally indolent or dastardly discouraging is so simple,
so safe,
Freedom is often distasteful -
J.A.B.
It probably won’t matter
Whatever I say you crush
The know-it-all refuses to listen
The conceit of a fool is so rigid
Unable to admit your arrogance
Positive advice is sound
Not attacking one’s ego
It’s acceptable to be uninformed
An open mind recognizes intent
God is the only know-it-all being
Declare your validations
Excuses all heard before
Nobody compares to your intellect
You already know whatever I say
Self legendary opinion means fool
I desire the best for you
No sense to demoralize
I’m not insulting your intelligence
There’s no call for rationalizations
Nor arguments to my interventions
Our connection I lavish
Listen, accept direction
April 2, 2018
seemingly undeniable certitude and conviction
handle hinges slats panels lock and key
maybe a cat flap for escape towards illusions
a trap door of revolving gates
sometimes we are framed by cemented beliefs
of what remains perspective and opinion
seeking for external validations
we fail to search for what is inside
stay on the threshold of immobility
minds need lubricating agents
rust prevention or sometimes a chisel
to determine what certainty is
a conundrum delusion of impermanence
which steals happiness and adventure
of open-minded investigation
there are moments however
when we can crawl out of a window
or simply break through walls
self-made incarceration is futile
and the chains shackling us
are the ones we crafted ourselves
In the silent kingdom of lost seasons, where shadows measure the silence,
A day will dawn when you let the burdens of confession fall like leaves,
An old blanket of crushed convictions, your unwavering testimony grows weary.
You will tire with outstretched hands, carrying the proof of your existence,
You will tire of squinting your eyes towards approval-seeking skies, where clouds care not for aspirations,
You will tire of pouring from your tea, the elixir of validations, into foreign cups,
You will tire, a monk in the temple of understanding, longing for an echo that will not come.
And then, under a moon round as a reconciled zero, you will freeze with revelation,
You need not sell the price of your self, script your breath,
Your presence – a poem in itself, does not require recitation to exist.
You will let go of burdens, opinions, and unsigned words,
You will let winds whistle, cleansing the imagined realities of dust,
You will do your work, immersed in the deaf sound of your own beating heart.
You will exist, you will live, you will be on your crucible path of making a difference,
A play performed behind closed doors, for those with open eyes to see,
A sculpture in the infinity of time, where each serrated hammer leaves a star,
Only for eyes that can open the abysses and see the light from the depths.
And when this day comes, emperor over inner realms,
You will leave behind an untraceable trail of steps, felt but unseen, an impact born from silence,
It will no longer be hard, it will no longer be a struggle, just a free dance at the gates of dawn,
Where each breath is an act of art and each moment – a precious stone.
And then... then you will float, you will float like the sound of a bell on seas of mist,
And you will carve your own tone, and write your own music,
And you will row your boat in white, on the waters of a silver lake,
To shores of hearts that understand the rhythm of your steps, and hold value in tomorrow.
living in my truth without hesitation or regret
dispelling lies and betrayal that I surely outwit
living in my truth without malice revenge or hate
forgiving all of you that think you control my fate
living in my truth there's no other way I rather be
no masking accepting all of me so now I am free
living in my truth that I am not for everybody
no expectations or validations from anybody
living in my truth without carrying past trauma
steering clear of heartless envious peoples drama
living in my truth expressing the arts of my heart
internally creating works in different genres of art
living in my truth and purpose to live love laugh
authenticity compassion not learned from a graph
living in my truth allows me to sometimes just be or do
allowing the rhythm of life is why I have a bold bright hue
This is death, as from the instant we arrive we begin
To fulfill our quest to “so called die”.
The parody is ….
What we call death is actually life
Being in full spirit, shaking this confounding flesh
Which confines us during what we call day
The sage knows that our dreams are real
For that is where we meet our spirit guides
Plotting our daily quest
The quest to fulfill whatever lesson we were sent to teach
Whether it is a lesson for our parents, friends, or unknown masses
There is a quest.
Which we recognize full well when we are zooming around in the atmosphere
in our dream state; the sage does not question it,
Feeling it acutely.
Understanding our feelings are here to lead, guide, and protect.
Strength of our all-knowing emotions are actually our validations.
Hair raising on our necks and quick glimpses and smells of spirit.
The sage never doubts,
Being led by her own truth
And spirit during day and night
Traveling the road she planned before she arrived on this plane.