Eight billion souls mirroring God’s heartbeat,
granted full freedom to act as they please,
estranged from source find love and light deplete,
until shape shifting desires they release,
whence flowing with ease like the morning breeze,
they take a step back to stop flow of time,
dissolving presence in love’s bliss beat chime.
Who's the lone wolf? Why does he rave?
If you ask me, he needs a shave.
Watch out, better take a step back.
You never know. He might attack.
Chill, everyone, it's just me - Dave!
take a step back, pause the cause
what causes heart to feel upbeat
grace in-pours when ego thaws
bliss magnetism is sensed as cool heat
When the world seems too much, when there's too much push and pull, take a deep breath, take a step back. When everything seems too much, just remember, tomorrow is another day, and you can always try again, so don't be so hard on yourself, you're doing the best you can and that's all you can ask for. I understand the weight of the world, but there are some things out of your hands, some things you can't control, but that's OK, because even in your darkest moment there is still something to aim for push for, so get up push forward because tomorrow is another day to try, another day to learn and always remember you got this and don't let anyone tell you different your stronger than you think and no one can take that from you.
Even when it doesn't seem like it, there is always time, so push on to tomorrow, another day to make things better.
I sometimes wonder if the path I was meant to take was predetermined,
was the word destiny birthed to be my hopeless shackles.
The person I am is a result of what’s around me,
but you would never really know what truly arouses me.
I take a step back and I genuinely start to wonder if this is who
I was always meant to be.
I find myself going back to a time when my fate wasn’t set in stone,
the outcome could not be avoided,
it reminded me of a dog humbly trying to resist a bone.
Foresight has never been my mate,
one setback always makes me hesitate.
We all seem to want to go towards the laid out destination,
which is laughable, because our innate trait has always been
self preservation.
I reminisce back to when I thought nothing was impossible,
back to a time when I could freely be a pacifist,
but I have to fight,
because fate is the only true philosophy.
No matter how unfair fate may seem, it isn’t in any way mythological,
otherwise that would simply be hypocrisy.
Stop.
Turn around.
You forgot something.
Take a step back.
away from the edge.
Come back to me.
We can stay like this.
On the floor of the roof.
You just stay in my arms.
Stop apologising.
It's not your fault.
It's okay, you're still here.
That's what i would've said.
I would've held you in my arms.
If you'd only listened when i said:
Take a step back.
Away from the edge.
Come back to me.
Stop.
Turn around.
You forgot something.
I can't let you do this.
I still need you.
But you weren't listening...
Amidst the clouds in my head
I stood on the edge of the cliff
I shouted one last time
Yet no one arrived
My heart filled with grief
I was about to take a step back
When a voice ringed in my ears
The sweet voice I was used to hear
She sat in the front row
Her chocolate brown skin reminded me of the earth
She glanced at me once perhaps she was shy
An introvert I thought
Later I found out the similarities we shared
We were bonded my friendship
And the rest lies in history
She was there with me
In times of joy and sadness
Her free self
That I watched from close
When I was nervous or so was she
we held hands tightly
I wish to continue such a friendship
That will always remain a part of me
a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps through
i slowly watch the rug unroll
its clearer now,
a story unfolds
the faint echo of screaming
and the vision of blood shot eyes gleaming
tear stained curtains rip off the wall
the cracks aren’t just age,
they’re scars, i withdrawal
the hands of man destroyed her beauty
left her falling apart, while neglecting his duty’s
i can’t help but think
she’s stayed so strong throughout the years
still standing tall despite hers scars and constant fear
but,
she’s abandoned now, all withered and torn
at the hands of a man she once adorned
but beneath the surface her foundation stayed strong
it’s the beauty within that’s made her last this long.
my traumatized inner beast within
wanted bloody violent revenge
my ego was orchestrating plans
my shadow was ready for trickery
but my loving SOUL stepped in
let the revenge be to heal and
harness implement your self love
take a step back to reflect
analyze the part you played
allowing so much to please
not to hurt or disappoint
let the revenge be to love and
create showcase your talents
from a place of inner peace
inner wisdom healing and love
which balance thoughts and feelings
taming the egoic sense of self
face-off with shadow self darkness
empowering the inner beast perspective
surrender to the journey down your own
dark rabbit hole to find your true self
when you return transformed with
expression awareness essence and
peace that is your sweet revenge
In the corner of the room, you slyly creep,
With your two cents ready, promises to keep,
A dime-store detective, prying in my space,
You're such a penny hoe, you never leave a trace.
Whispered conversations, you twist and you weave,
Like a spider in the shadows, never wanting to leave,
Why not rub those two cents together with glee,
And let that gossip churn like a stormy sea?
With a wink and a smirk, you dive right in,
Making sense of stories that you'd never been in,
Your curiosity's boundless, a relentless itch,
Oh, darling, you’re such a nosy little witch!
Why not take a step back, let the silence breathe?
Instead of peeking over, like a thief in the leaves,
Every little secret you prickle and pry,
Painting tales on the canvas of night’s quiet sky.
So here's to the moments when you choose to refrain,
To hold back those cents, stop pouring out your rain,
Just for a second, let my life be my dance,
And spare us the drama, give peace a chance.
2024
Colors of orange and blue,
Cascading through,
A calm and pleasant,
Balancing hue.
The pleasure running through me,
Can very easily,
Take control of me,
Stealing our energy.
Creativity falls below,
Disrupting the flow.
Then duality,
Throws another blow.
Emotions start to grow,
Into an energy overload,
I'm about to explode.
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A sensual anxiety,
Is objectifying society.
All pleasure and aggression,
Our constant obsession,
And not learning the lessons.
Creating a fantasy,
To escape from reality.
Clinging to everything,
Cause feeling is addicting.
A Mind so numb,
You'll feel like quitting.
Rigid, detached,
The Coaster's fallen off track.
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There's been a set back,
Take a step back.
Fade to black,
And attack.
Adapt,
You're not trapped.
Utilize its energy,
to Strengthen your ability,
Your sensory receptivity,
Growing emotional stability,
And increasing agility.
Flow, and flexibility,
Guiding the body.
Now flowing freely,
through the complexity,
Of the Third Density.
I take a step back and look at my canvas with inches of acrylic paint piled on as a result of trial and error.
Something is off.
Are the tones mismatched?
Why is it unbalanced?
Do I no longer like the subject matter?
I bite at my nails, I bounce my leg, my eyes dart from corner to corner.
Did I do something wrong?
I inhale and fixate on my palette.
Charcoal Gray, Crimson Red, Canary Yellow.
Beautiful, but wrong to me.
My hands open and the colors drop to the floor.
I rummage through the additional shades and pull out the one that is identical to the canvas.
The canvas I haven’t seen in years. The canvas riddled with subjective mistakes. The canvas that endured a lifetime of experimentation.
I untwist the cap, dip the brush directly inside, and slather the canvas.
Though the acrylic grew thicker and the texture of my previous strokes remained,
I was starting new.
In modern times, it's plain to see.
We are a slave to our own technology.
It's more than a habit, it's quite an affliction.
To see such mobile phone addiction.
We scroll and swipe, but at what cost?
The art of communication is lost.
With every ding and every ping.
Our lives revolve around every ring.
Our eyes fixated on our screens.
Oblivious to everything.
A virtual world, with no holds barred.
No need to leave a calling card.
Whilst scrolling through each notification.
You need to curb this phone fixation.
As people walk down city streets.
There nose fixed firmly at their feet.
Absorbed within those tiny screens.
Distracted from almost everything.
We are using whilst we drive our cars.
To me, this is just so bizarre.
You're on TikTok, you're on hands free.
Whilst aimlessly scrolling through your feed.
A life inside this tiny bubble.
Can cause so much pain and so much trouble.
Let's pause and ponder, take a step back.
Find balance again, get back on track.
For while tech can connect us, it can also divide.
So let’s cherish real moments and open our eyes.
Sometimes, it is necessary
When under attack.
Whether or not mandatory,
Take a break - step back.
Often, we become sucked in
Within activity.
Resting is somewhat tucked in...
Leads to calamity.
Time and effort get away...
Start taking their toll.
Take a step back - in this way,
You will regain control.
Otherwise, it will be forced
Upon you - feeling tired.
Designation of exhaust...
Refreshing is desired.
Not much of which is required
As you reassess.
Perspective can be acquired...
Some relief of stress.
When fatigue sets in and slack
Reveals other intrusions,
Make the choice of stepping back
To reach your best conclusions.
It It makes us successful as well as makes us fall.
It has every shade of colour from bright to dark. We can never predict because it is life after all .
Life is very beautiful but it may also seem scary as a knife.
The journey looks like a ladder but we can never take a step back. We all are travellers and we travel the journey called Life.
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