Miscellaneous, My Digital Universe

Rock Vs. Water

Determination requires discipline and discipline requires consistency. Do the best you can and do your best to do it for the right reasons.

We can be a leaf in a stream and get taken wherever the water flows. We can also be a rock in the stream. But it’s better to be the stream.

The stream will flow where it needs to flow. It will go around the rocks or over the rocks to get there.

Consistency has power that a stale rock doesn’t. A rock can only resist. But water can overcome resistance.

A rock, that’s too heavy, cannot move. Though strong, it can only experience decay. Water sustains life. It is refreshing. It flows. It can carry. It can be useful. It can transform. If it is stored for too long, it will evaporate or seep into the soil and nourish the earth. When it is too cold, it can be hard enough to destroy the Titanic. If you boil it enough it will disinfect and get rid of the germs.

Be like water. Strength is not only what we can see or do. It is also what we can become!

Poems

The wait

Waiting for a sunrise,
Chores, all done.
It takes time,
But thoughts don’t stop.

Mountains climbed,
To pass that time,
Hope is all that’s left,
For dreams to hang on.

Just look around,
Some just have it easy.
Even when it’s tough,
They all have something.

Then the mind ponders,
On what eyes have seen,
Gently whispers that;
Time hasn’t been forgiving.

Some nights it’s a wrestle,
Shut-eye seems impossible.
Racing mind, fighting thoughts,
Calming breath, holding down.

Faith says: it shall pass,
Hope says: I’m all you’ve got.
Fear is the shame I’ve got,
What life, is reality, such?

Poems

Equality for the ears

Cuffed and loaded they brought us here,
Whipped and hanged we built their piers,
With blood and sweat and constant fear,
Scoffed and mocked we bred our dears.

Time has turned days to years,
While they get drunk on too many beers.
We still get stopped as we shift gears,
No justice exist in our rear view mirrors.

The union is there to protect the killers,
The president is a savior, to their seers.
What we have are lakes filled with tears,
Equality seems nice but exists only to hear.

Poems

Writing right

When words spoken, often alter,
Unspoken, they are left to wonder.
Thoughts are better off to ponder,
Than feelings they produce, to harbor.

Why can’t we discuss without a faulter?
Listen, converse and be much broader?
If love is truly greater than the marauder,
Being right doesn’t have to be the deriver.

Better left alone than a survivor,
Of a battle fought for vain cadaver.
Feeling with intended desire,
Allows thought to quickly transpire.

Miscellaneous, My Digital Universe

Inside, looking out

The eyes reflect what the heart tries to hide,

Your thoughts won’t contain, although you fight,

Your concern for how I should fly my kite,

Is eating up the moments before your eyes.

Life is but a moment depleted,

So why focus on someone else’s misses?

Time is only moving forward,

Why not focus on your journey?

There are no secrets in life. A sincere smile shows a sincere heart. It reflects that a person has no qualms about what someone did or ought to do.

The words spoken behind someone’s back, a negative thought or dislikes cannot be hidden with a smile or a gesture.

It all shows.

There’s no magic about it. What you think of someone will show with your smile. What you told of someone will show through the one that you told it to.

Call it energy, vibes, juju … These are all ways that someone’s perception of another manifests and how the receptor experiences it.

Perhaps one solution is to not concern so much about other people’s lived experiences. Curiosity has a place. When curiosity becomes an obsession over what someone else is doing, you forget to live the very short life you have. Now you are not only meddling with the limited moments another has to experience life, but also wasting your own, on futile analysis’.

Ever wonder why faith causes so many problems in the world? It’s not so much the teachings of a faith but the application and interpretation of that faith that cause issues. Often times the application of faith is blatantly hypocritical when compared to the teachings.

Devotees are so concerned of how someone else is living their life that they feel the need to take on the role of a deity. Or, do they feel as if everyone must agree with exactly what they perceive to be correct in their minds? I don’t see an issue with someone’s firm belief that what they believe is right. However, when you impose that onto people and derive moral authority, it becomes a problem. Spiritual practices do not have measurements or evaluation procedures. For better or for worse, that leaves room for all sorts of things. If you can’t accept another human being based on their merits, I don’t mean the standards that you uphold to be worthy, but simply for who they are, perhaps you need to reevaluate your faith.

Is it a spiritual practice at that point? Or is it a crutch that you need to define who you are in terms of who someone else is?

Part of the issue lies in hierarchical view points that dominate our society. Whether we like to admit or not, modern society in general, still operates under the pretense of importance that people attach to professions, qualifications and achievements. So instead of seeing the most obvious oneness, we are programmed to compare, dissect and position ourselves in relation to those we meet.

Ever thought what a human would look like to an alien? At a glance, an extra terrestrial would categorize animals based on their common characteristics. And all humans, regardless of color, race, gender or qualifications will be categorized under one generic umbrella.

If we need faith to feel good about ourselves in relation to another, to me there’s little value in that belief. A spiritual practice, first and foremost should nourish and sustain the individual practitioner. Next, it should create harmony and unity with everything around them. It should dissolve and dismantle illogical untruths that one accumulate as they grow up in a world with conflicting opinions and ideas.

At the end, truth shouldn’t require any justification. If it requires persuasion, think twice. If something is so true, wouldn’t it be undeniable obvious? Wouldn’t it be inescapably comprehensible? Is it fair for some individuals to understand it and not others, if something is true? Or is truth like mathematics? If so, wouldn’t it be math and not the truth? Can truth be relative? If that’s the case, what’s the point of enforcing laws?

Poems

Over the moon

I wrote you poems,
Thought you’d notice.
I showed up,
Thought you’d speak.

I sent you thoughts,
Hoping you’ll catch them.
Then I got over you —
Just like that!
Nothing drastic,
No mind altering tactics.

I’m not a waiter.
My heart’s not a restaurant.
I waited long enough.

There’s only one moon,
In this galaxy, that is.
I’m not a fighter,
I’m only a writer.
There are other galaxies,
Different possibilities.
I let my mind wander,
To the distant galaxies yonder,
Maybe they too have bumble and tinder?
New moons are new, when found.
But they existed, all bright and round.

Poems

Morning rain

Rain drops in the sky,
Slowly pouring while,
Early morning smiles;
Everything worth while.

Through the gentle tides,
You whisper gentle plights,
There’s a warmth deep inside,
No ladder left to climb.

As the flowers bud in time,
So the grass holds its right.
Just to lay down and ride,
The waves of this light!

And it’s raining down,
So deep inside,
Not a worry left in sight,
Dreams revived, with light.

And the sun will shine,
For the wandering heart,
With the rain in sight,
It’s blooming time!

Poems

Life before

Frolicking through gore,
While bleed turns to pour.
Hoping there’s something more,
You bear it right to your core.

Daring you enter through the door,
Staring to figure what you came for.
Tearing is what makes you score,
Blaring insides will take you ashore.

Glances, numerous you’ll store,
Whispers, spurious just ignore.
Splinters, with oil, will surely floor,
Tricksters, fade, with time, poorly wore.

Trajectory favors worn out decor,
Contradictory, yet prevails the sore.
Rudimentary, yet withstanding for more,
Multi-sensory, will not hide anymore.

Poems

Devil in Blue

The devil met me dressed in Blue,
Guess I was next in line, in his cue.
Must be fate, he hates my dark hue,
So he pressed me down pretending to subdue.

Breath was gone, my words were true,
So now I lay in plain view.
Videos repeated, the talk of a few,
Even a painting that someone drew.

But the devil will keep hunting in blue,
Because the people … well there’s not much they will do,
Than say a prayer in some church pew! 😡🤬

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Beyond The Mirage

Love beyond compare,
Where the lilies bloom and birds nest,
Liberated stars lay in adoration.
Every moment has en eternity,
Encapsulated with majestic splendor.

For the eyes to see and the ears to hear,
For sorrow has long passed,
Left behind the remnants of a life of bewilderment.

Distance shores call me now,
Yet the mind is still, to ponder.
Nothing to add or subtract,
Yet time passes by with this addition and subtraction.

The greater the mountain, nicer the view,
Yet, to get there one needs strength and valor,
Good friends, courage and a bit of hope.
Once conquered, spend each day gazing,
At wondrous sunsets over glorious horizons.