I see the picture now, the purpose for life, the reasons for death—
I understand why the sun shines during the day, and the moon
glistens at night; their alive like you and me. I realize why we
must go through broken hearts in order to become stronger in
love.
The only thing that can brake our spirits down is ourselves by
allowing negativity to linger in our mind; however, as a poet my
duty is to walk the fine line between good and evil, the light and
the dark, negativity and positivity in order to express and relay,
but understand that I can easily lose my footage, stumble and fall.
Listening to what others are telling you is best for you or not, is
nonsense! Listen to your heart, it won’t lie, you must listen with
an open mind though—I grew out of wishing upon shooting stars;
my wishes are never granted, maybe once, but I still think it was a
coincidence, and I don’t believe in coincidence, or good or bad luck.
We generate future moments with our actions today. I know that not
only the lonely get played; even the kind hearted are fooled and taken
advantage of. Karma is our personal guilt catching up to us when we
run and hide from what we know we did wrong—
I’ve seen the sunrise with only a ray of light cracking over the horizons
of the Sequoia Mountains; the beauty and serene moment of witnessing
such elegance made a tear drop roll down my cheek. I saw the moon so
close to Earth once I could reach the sky and touch it; coming home
from the coast, the further we drove away from the coast the closer the
moon seemed to be, almost as if the she was following us home; so
yellow, vibrant, and full.
A better perspective of Mother Earth and her wonders throughout the
world I received that night—I just recalled I was a best man once in a
wedding, I’m still questioning, why? But I’m guessing it was for the
couple’s convenience.
I have six best friends, one of them is a female; I adore her, she named
her baby the name I chose, I’m thinking of naming my first child the
same if it’s a baby boy. Became more spiritual after leaving bad religion
to the side; a change that came about after reading the Popol Vuh
(Mayan Bible) my creator is Plum Serpent and Heidi or Hell as you
know it is Xibalba; I been there before through Dante’s Inferno: A
Comedia—
Not every man is created equal; some are born with disabilities and
require special needs and attention, seems unfair. An action creates
reaction, which becomes the reason for change, and not all change
is good! Sometimes the change is worst than before.
I believe I am special, unique, that I hold the key to an uncertain
future being molded with my choices and decisions today. As I was
growing up, I was made fun of, bullied, and harassed. As an adult
the jokes continue, some are hurtful, yet I keep my silence, because
I’ve learned that jokes towards others are said to cover insecurities
about themselves; the people telling jokes, and the constant jokes
said every time you see a certain person…I pity them now!
Happiness is based on our desires, our wants and needs. The level
of sadness is based on the amount of pain retained in our hearts. As
a poet I don’t’ throw sticks and stones; I may break you with my
words of critique. I’ve been to my motherland of soul and spirit,
El Salvador, Central America; I don’t need to travel the world, I hold
the whole world in the palms of my hands—
From experience prayers are faith based, which at times faith has been
manipulated to a promise that can’t be kept. Secrets kept in deceit will
soon shed the light upon the deceivers (two days later) I continue with
this; the paradigms of the outside world I saw are now masquerading
in public orgies without shame.
Mathematically speaking, subtract my birth date 07/20/77 from my
baby’s mother’s birth date 09/24/80 straight down, the answer is
02/04/03, multiply the first two number, then multiply that answer by
third number, your answer is 24, add 12 for the months that passed
before I planted my seed in her womb, equals 36, subtract 3 for the
difference in age between us, your final answer is 33 degrees of
illuminated compatibility; my soul mate written in stars aligned by time
and spaced.
After revising the book ‘The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People’ I
come to the conclusion that the 8th Habit of Highly Effective People is
writing self-help books like this one, useless! A book can inspire the
spirit, but never a change of heart, unless the thought process is reversed
to positive thinking (this may be the longest poem I’ve written, maybe not.
If destiny willing, January 2014 will be a great year for me as I welcome
my first seed into this world of madness and delusion; Soulcritic-Poet’s
offspring roots-outs; the legacy shall continue; my triangle is complete;
father, mother, and child; my life will be complete!
A well written synopsis of
A well written synopsis of reaching another rung on your ladder of life. I enjoyed this immensely. Best wishes and thank you for your generous ability to share this with us here at PP.
!peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "