Archive for June, 2014

On hospitality

Posted: June 29, 2014 in Poetry

da-dinner-table2At your table I had spent some time,
Hoping for a snack, nothing prime.
The four of you were seated all around,
Before each, a feedbag could be found.

An hour, I sat there patiently
watching the mules feed delightedly
While your guest sat idly with an empty space
Nary a concern found on your face.

No one was seeking five-star rights,
But we sat in darkness, turn on the light!
As I have been treated in your kind abode,
May the devil treat you on the open road.

how-to-disappear-graphic-no-text-75If tomorrow I were to disappear
And nothing more from me you’ll hear,
Not for a day, nor for a year
Nor even if you call me dear,
Do not let yourself to cry.

Just remember all the times we shared,
All those moments when I showed I cared
The seconds of the truth or dare
When certain secrets we had shared
And do not let yourself to cry.

Recall the times upon the sand
When I tried to hold your hand
Or all the evenings we had planned
With our sanity left by a strand
And do not let yourself to cry.

And at last remember, when I asked you to be mine
You said not today, perhaps by morrow, Give me time
And i gave you till the morrow, and the morrow’s morrow’s time
and you walked away each moment, leaving nothing, not even a sign
So do not let yourself to cry.

I laid everything I had out plain
And you looked upon it with disdain
You only cared for what I had to give,
But never gave to keep me captive.
Do not let yourself to cry

Lies

Posted: June 28, 2014 in Prose
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Lies are poisonous to our existence. It’s a flight mechanism built to protect our ego from being injured by the harsh reality of the world around us. They create a temporary sense of comfort, make one think they’ve postponed having to deal with reality just a little more. We have no control over the lies told to us. Those are just a fact of life. However we do have control over the lies we tell. There are two kinds of lies we tell. Lies we tell others, and the lies we tell ourselves. The lies we tell others will always be revealed, putting important relationships in long-term jeopardy for that sort term comfort. Worse than those, however, are the lies we tell ourselves. We know them to be false and yet we keep telling ourselves these lies. We keep hoping that by repeating the lie enough times it would become true. Like a cancer, these lies grow and consume us. There is no peace until we are truthful and honest with ourselves. Be yourself shamelessly and fearlessly. The world will accept you at your own reckoning. Now go forth, be awesome. No zero days.


little-moments
Life is made up of small moments that happen one after the other. Each moment is an opportunity. Normally I talk about taking each opportunity to better yourself. Today I’m on a different tack. Today I want to talk about others. You see, we all know our own demons. However we often forget that everyone ride in our lives has their own to contend with. No matter how bad ours might be, we don’t know 
if the person next to us has it worse. External appearance tells only a fragment of the whole story. The good news is this: it takes very little effort to make someone’s day better. It’s just the little things that will put a smile on their faces and make them forget, if only for one moment, the darkness that haunts them. Little things. Asking them how their day is going. They’ll rarely tell you the truth, but they’ll know you care. An honest compliment. Paying for their drink at the coffeehouse. Remembering important events. Small gifts. They don’t need to be fancy or expensive. Small handwritten notes. A few kind words of encouragement. A good morning text. So many little things we can do everyday that take almost no effort but make a huge impact on someone’s day. So go forth. Be kind. And be awesome. No zero days.

Life

Posted: June 28, 2014 in Prose
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Infinity-Time1Life doesn’t stop. It doesn’t care if you are lazy, active, intelligent, stupid. It goes on from birth to death. What you need to decide is how you spend that period between the endpoints. Every moment is a chance. An opportunity to do something great. Do not mourn the moments you’ve already missed. They are gone. You cannot recover them. Instead move forward and make the best of the moments coming at you every second of every day. Imagine what you could accomplish, if you stopped worrying, stopped being afraid, stopped rationalizing your inaction, but actually got up and acted. You only get one chance. Make the most of it. Get up, go forth and be awesome. No zero days.

Ready

Posted: June 28, 2014 in Prose
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watermark_ARE_YOU_READY_-_SCRNS_-_c_-_xl_-_pstReady is a myth. It is an excuse used by the weak to convince them that inaction is the best course for them. It is just a concept we create, a safety net that serves to protect us in the comfort zone. It justifies procrastinating. One day, you tell yourself. One day, when I’m ready, I’ll make a move. I will take a big step. I will live my dreams. One day. When I am ready.

Don’t wait till you are ready. You never will be Ready. No matter how much you wait, it won’t happen.  Just get up, lace up and do it. Whatever is that’s on your mind. Whatever you’ve been thinking about. You know what it is. You dream about it every night, wake up and say when I am ready. Well, that day is today. That time, is right now. Get up and do it. This is as good a moment to start as any. No zero days.

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