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Advice For the Youth

My advice to the youth, if some would like to know. 

Learn patience, respect and timing if you seek to grow.

Don’t take it all so personal, allow for things to pass

Choose your fight and really think before you all amass

And when you do, lock arms and speak

to what it is that your hearts would seek

Martin Luther King, our long lost brother

Fought hard for freedom, with good people, all shoulder to shoulder

Cause what you do in this life can really make a difference 

Maybe not to the world but those close around, to show compassion and temperance

Put down your phone, look up and listen

To the natural flow of the wind and sky, the beauty of the light to glisten

Be one with your earth and find your inner peace

Then give back to others, for love within to increase 

We can learn greatly from those who came before us

See the beauty in their wisdom and experience, they love to discuss

The places they’ve been, the things they’ve seen and heard

Both harsh and calm, mixed together like the elegance of a flying bird

And so I say to the next generation 

We’re all in this together, so let’s lay a good foundation

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Calm and Ready

For the few short moments when I let my mind rest. 
I ponder eternity and purpose and, my favorite, nothingness.
It’s strange to witness the natural human drive.
Always shifting and moving as a means to feel alive.
But even stranger I feel is the slow decay of our true nature.
Longing to love and explore, to open new studies for nomenclature.
Never forget how the young look to us for the keys.
Show them the beauty of life and too the unease.
Why do we now shudder from darkness and pain?
The other half of the coin should not be taken in vain.
These feelings can be harnessed, when explored and understood.
They can reinforce and strengthen you, like an old ironwood.
It’s funny to think, how the way forward is sometimes back.
But how else would we find where it is that we lack?
This hole in yourself, when it is finally found.
Will feel deeply uncomfortable and tempt you to turnaround.
The paradox of this encounter is where you make your choice.
To run away and stay in pain, or boldly claim your voice.

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I Do Not Know

I would like to believe that the good outshines the bad, but sometimes I wonder and sometimes I’m sad.

Will I ever really measure up to what I’m aiming for? And when I’m near that point, will I have the strength to walk through that door?

The trembling calm of a reaching life, the joyful tears of loss and strife.

I bear all my failures like a piece of worn armor, I till the fields of life like a seasoned farmer.

Tap in to joy through trust and reflection, and if I don’t understand, I’ll ask for a definition.

Rarely am I understood in the way that  suits me best, but this doesn’t bother me much, cause i know that I am blessed.

Blessed to listen, love and learn and know that it’s enough. Isn’t life so painfully beautiful, both rigid and rough?

How blessed are we who feel the souls of others, the breathing of the earth and air, and all the untapped wonders

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Building Airplanes

We speak different languages and come from different cultures. Yet it’s funny to find how similar we are to one another. 

Silence doesn’t bother us, we’d rather just observe. Read the blueprints, plan it out and then commence our work. 

Calmly we’ll collect our tools and set up our small ladder. Disenchanted from the others as they do their daily banter. 

Sometimes I giggle and give a grin, when he expresses doubt. Perhaps he cannot see how naturally we balance out. 

Difficult to put in words when you’ve found your counterpart. So I’m grateful for all the days together, knowing one day we’ll depart

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Legacy

People don’t want to listen when I speak of struggle and pain 
 
But these are apart of nature like the wind, the sun, and rain

Choose your doors and turn the key

Accept what comes your way so humbly

Develop your ears to hone in on the rumble 

When the earth breaks underfoot, trust you won’t crumble

Stand your ground and focus your eyes  

Shift your weight to mobilize 

Your body is a temple, your mind a god

Some would say that this sounds odd

And how so? I would answer. you have power within 

Power so great that you just might win

To fight like you’re dying and there’s no other way 

Condition your mind and body to bend and obey

Strike with precision and right to the heart

For your memory in the world to never depart

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Stoicism

Why busy yourself with trivial matters

Or waste your thoughts on climbing social ladders 

Fitting in line and always doing what you’re told

Then forced to feel that regret when you’re wrinkly and old

My path is different, not paved, yet seldom walked

It requires great effort to be seen and unlocked

The way of the stoic, many have heard of the word

And is quickly discarded; perhaps viewed as absurd

Not for the virtue, the ideals or contemplations 

But for the fact that it challenges rigid, lazy foundations 

It teaches you to internalize that life is love and pain

Endure the bad and the good and try not to complain

The premise is balance, wisdom, and acceptance 

To love working all your life for understanding and transcendence 

So love fiercely my friend and fight all of your battles 

Fill your mind with wisdom and unbind your needless shackles

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Fear

Grossly entangled in the wretched vines, all the way ignoring the glaring signs.

Abandon all hope ye who enter, or risk becoming your own tormentor

This feeling, this train, so unrelenting. Back and forth, disorienting. 

What a shame you never learned to fight. Nor the sting of hunger, the rage of appetite 

With body weak and mind so poisoned, you should have delayed the constant enjoyment

Ran swift with the fear to embrace a breach, strengthen the body, your mind, and speech

Laugh like you’re mad, but keep your focus center. Remember when you choose this route, there is no surrender 

It requires every inch of you, the blood, the sweat and tears. To fight away the want to run and face down all your fears.

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Wing Stand Thoughts

Awake at last to take on your challenges, trying to discard your fear of damages. 
Learn to accept that life will sometimes be boring, your eyes will glaze over and give way to idling 
The times will be tough, the people will be strident. Your mind will cling to safety as it will be defiant. 
Change can be scary and quite unfamiliar, some cling to drugs and others cling to liquor.
I wish I could claim that you are above it all, but life has its ways of making everyone feel small. 
It wants you to be believe that what you do won’t change things, as if fate and destiny were pulling all the strings.
It’s safer to assume so and requires far less reaching, but in the end robs you of your life’s deeper meaning. 
Life demands more of you, to struggle and explore.
You gotta think outside the box to win your inner war.
So open up your eyes and learn to listen, feel, and see. 
Realize that in this life, you are the way, the door, and key

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Solidarity

Repeated noises and skewed desires. Unthinking words that bring wildfires

Centered in and bunkered down, yet few gaze up to look around. 

The warmth of hope and sting of pain. Both work well on my campaign. 
 
To bring in thought, stand tall without aid. Prepared to die, unflinching, unswayed.  
  
What is life without struggle and reflection? Can we learn to listen and gain better direction?

But after all I’m just a kid and really what would I know. I’ll give this thought more time and room to watch it grow

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Leaders

The subscription to fear is surrounding and growing.
Leaders without courage depend on exploiting.
I guess they never learned how to dig deep and resist. 
How many times logic and facts were dismissed. 
Shocking to me since they claim to be leaders.
Til the time comes to lead, then they’re more like cheerleaders.
But even cheerleaders have more of a use. 
They bring hope and joy, while these leaders bring excuse.
And what does it matter, we knew they were shhit    .
They knew that country was busy and split.
Bought their way in and got drunk on the power. 
Taking more than providing, hour by hour.
1 million, 2 million, 3 million, 4.
How much is enough? they merely say “more”.
While the rest of us work to keep the show going.
They’ll continue to convince that we’re not really growing. 
The sheep will then shutter and cling harder for safety. 
Crashing the markets, surrendering freedoms so hasty.
Replacing their minds with a sea of cell phones. 
Steadily constructing the army of clones.
Flooding our senses with distractions and pleasures. 
Presidential decree “these are rational measures”.
As we grow blind, fat, ignorant and unthinking. 
The path of the strong will be consistently shrinking.
Consumerism and lies become more mainstream. 
The ironic collapse of the American Dream.
And I will still be here, completely unshaken. 
Calling you all fuucktards and enjoying my bacon.