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.


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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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http://www.camelcitydispatch.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/08/Fire-Hands-Screensaver_1.jpgSomebody take me
To that faraway place
Where the fire’s burning
Warming up my face

Somebody give me
The vision I need
To see the world’s beauty
To plant the right seed.

Somebody tell me
That there’s more to this.
There must be more to life,
Is there something I’ve missed?

Somebody show me
The way out of the rut
How to get through the door
Before it’s permanently shut

Somebody help me,
I’m sinking too deep
I know how this ends
Everlasting sleep.

On a Mother

Posted: May 11, 2014 in Poetry
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http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLHWWvi7I0k/TuwEBC1zr-I/AAAAAAAAEVE/-bvVMCLEmtQ/s1600/Cerita%2BNatal%2Byang%2BMustahil%2B%2B-%2BTapi%2BKasih%2BItu%2BNyata.jpgHaving known you longer
Than even you would dare to know thyself
She has been stronger
Always giving of herself
In light and in darkness
She is there to hold you tight
She helps you harness
and rise up to the tallest heights.
She never asked anything in return
And she always seemed to worry
Even if the world would start to burn
She’d protect you from the fire’s fury.

Happy Mothers Day!

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/25/US_Navy_041027-N-9500T-001_The_moon_turns_red_and_orange_during_a_total_lunar_eclipse.jpgIt was just me tonight, alone with the moon,
Suddenly I’m stricken down by a melancholy tune.
My own mind laughs at me, playing silly pranks.
And the demons clearly see my emotions tank.

I call out to them all, “Ahoy! dark spirits of the sea!
What brings you here on such fair night, out here to torment me!”
In response just laughter, ringing loudly through the place
Slowly, I feel the tears begin to stream along my face.

“We’ve settled this”, I cry to them,” so many moon’s ago!
Why have you arrived once more to plague my conscience so?
Why show me memories I have long since stored away,
Hoping ne’er to revisit them, especially not this day!”

From the warbling throng of demons in the room
A figure most familiar stood, chanting out  my doom
Its words I could not decipher, not a single one
But the message was quite clear by the time it was done

Don’t bother searching for me, I’m hidden far away
Perhaps if we are lucky, I might return one day.
But for the present keep living, enjoy what you have now
Keep laughing, smiling, playing, and never dare to frown.

Remember the nightmare’s real, and so are the demons at play
No running or hiding will save you, just push it to another day.
At some point you too will cave, and when that day arrives,
You’ll know that I have warned you, you’ll join me by the tides.

http://images8.alphacoders.com/372/372048.jpgIn the mess that is our own existence,
One simple thing you should keep in mind.
No matter the strength of laziness’ persistence,
If you can’t keep up, you’ll be left behind.

With every move we make towards survival,
Of your own breath always think first
For if you spend time in thine own denial,
From the cup of glory you shall never quench your thirst.

If you will not stand proudly for thyself,
Alone, you shall take the journey,
For your existence in and of itself
Relies on taking a stance for one’s identity.

No one can take your place at the helm
Not even for a moment’s time
If you plan to rule the realm
Take charge, and make the climb.

http://content-img.experienceproject.com/1338416845Twrjwf.jpgIn a little corner bistro, at  the table on the right
sat a little girl, dark hair, blue eyes,
She sat there all night.
In front of her a dark bound notebook,
A foolish boy once gave to her
lay open with a pencil dainty in her fingers crook
Pondering and thinking, she sits and scrawls about
whatever little thought will pass her
while filling her with doubt.
She never had imagined, it would one day come to this
Dilemmas, problems issues growing
Stealing her happiness and bliss.
A dozen flowers laying scattered
At that table on the right
beside them, the pieces of her heart, shattered.

The lion’s roar of thunder
Kept them up that night,
Kept them all at wonder
Stayed with them till the light
And still the rain kept falling.

He sat home by the candle writing
He only thought of her,
This was no silly fling
He dared not speak the meaning
He kept hidden in his soul
He burned and suffered through the spring
Try as he might, he didn’t dare
to share his inner feeling
Her broken heart he would try to spare.
No one should have to burn
As he was burning there
And then perhaps she’ll learn
The meaning of the longing stare
he gave her when they sat together,
While his presence she could still bare.

The lion’s roar of thunder
Kept them up that night,
Kept them all at wonder
Stayed with them till the light
And still the rain kept falling.

http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/lexygurl16/276916155tgFICj_fs.jpgI know.
I know you’ve heard all the clever lines before.
I know that’s why you’ve said never more.
I know the pieces are still scattered, a million pieces
I know what was left is now smoldering ashes.
I know what I ask is difficult right now.
I know distance is all decency shall allow.

I promise.
I promise my words do not stand empty
I promise I’ll be there at your every plea
I promise to fit the pieces back together.
I promise I’ll try to make it better.
I promise to put out life’s festering fires.
I promise to do whatever your happiness requires.

I say this here, I say it now
I hope you can believe it, somehow
On my face, you always put a smile,
And for you, I’ll go that extra mile
No matter the mood, bright or blue,
My dearest girl, I want to be with you.

Its easy

Posted: May 2, 2014 in Poetry
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http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f5/Museo_del_Prado_-_Goya_-_Caprichos_-_No._43_-_El_sue%C3%B1o_de_la_razon_produce_monstruos.jpgIt’s easy to lie in anguish,
Demolished and depressed.
To let it all diminish
To dwindle, self-oppressed.

The real challenge lies
In finding good despite it all
To break out from the old disguise,
To let it go, build up, stand tall.

True Happiness will not be discovered,
Unless you go in search by day and night.
Even a smile can be hard to uncover
If you aren’t willing to put up the fight.

Imagine how much better it would be
If we all suddenly stopped the contempt,
And shared with each a smile free
it won’t cure the pain, but at least it’s an attempt.

on the sailing center

Posted: May 1, 2014 in Poetry

Unlock the gates and put out the rings,
The boat hooks hang on the wall while
The garage door rails squeak and sing.

The docks need a scrub from the gifts of the geese
And the boats need a bail, courtesy of the rain
clipboards, and don’t forget the sign in sheets

Patrons and sailors, young and old
Walk in through the gate to find their sail
Some knowingly timid, some foolishly bold.

To each a method, for every a boat
education, recreation, here to help and teach
The student, the senior, the child in a coat.

The sailing center proud though small
Happy to be there from the sunny may
Through till the freeze in the fall.

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I  stay awake at night too often
Hiding in awareness from the demons
That live behind the shutter of my eyes.
I dare not venture deep into the darkness
Where I know they lay in waiting
Forming plans, deceit and lies.

The nightmare I live is far too real
To explain to those who cannot see
The visions I am plagued with every night.
And when I dare to fall into a slumber
Apparently snoozing the night away,
My mind dares not risk to lose the fight.

It battles all throughout the hours
Against enemies, fears and dreams
Which shake me to the core.
Visions of ghastly evil
penetrate my heart and soul
And should I lose, I shall awaken…

Nevermore.

What is hidden

Posted: April 29, 2014 in Poetry
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What is hidden in flowers that are given with care
By a starstruck lover whenever he dare?
A feeling, a hope, a dream dreamt in solace
A promise, a vow, an honest open bareness,
The expression of truth which words cannot relate
The display of affection, an emotional state.
So much is given in just a few stems
Don’t take them for granted like so many fems
Appreciate each one, as though ‘twer his heart
For by giving them to you, he tore it apart.
From within his soul, he pulled it together
In hopes you’d see, you would feel and remember.
He may not have much to give, and he knows
But this is just one way his feelings he shows.