To Wait

She will wait for her soul mate – Love’s last desire
A daunting task cast on her fallow heart
For love is not a game to be played but a prize to be won
Like a beautiful garment made of the finest fabric
Her mind will dance around the thought of the less likely
But her soul will never entertain such carnality
To wait, how bane it must be
But how pure the reward
Like a banner to be worn, cast across the shoulders
For her heart has known many but her body one love
How pleasing restraint can be – such a beautiful thing

Dreams

Dreams are etched in the skyline
But without wings to fly one can never obtain, regain or proclaim
A birth-rite
The blessed assurance of things to come, of things hoped for
Long will be the days of toil
Long the nights of sorrow
Until the futures becomes the present, our todays akin to our tomorrows
For hope is not a simple glance at the future, but positive steps bartered against the past
Dreams will remain dreams until phobia is cast aside and confidence is raised high
Like a triumphant banner proclaiming ‘to dream is vain, but to live is eternal’.
Live your dreams.

Choose Life

Breath to life, death to dust
We must, as mortals, know where our souls lie
Whether to trust the speculations of the afterlife to nothing
Or place faith in eternity – life after death
Thus is the choice of man, when faced with weighing sins ills on the scale
Tales of no tomorrow, irrational become at the thought of living, forever
In the grave or in the sky
In a palace or in the crypt
Eternal damnation pales in likeness to eternal life, immortal both may be
Choose life

Why we run

We run because we are cowards – we know what we must do and how to do it, but we are afraid to take the step because we worry about what others will think. We fear being judged, being thought of as different because our truth is not relative.
We run because we are afraid – afraid of consequences, afraid of the future, afraid of not knowing what is coming next. The most beautiful thing about humanity and mortality is the uncertainty of the future, being able to live each day as it comes. We are afraid because we hold no grasp on the seasons, on time, because we’re not God.
We run because we are blinded – blinded by our own hands, and by the hands of those around us; our eyes cloaked to what is reality, forced instead to focus on the falsities and the half-truths we tell ourselves; blind to the bigger picture.
We run because we/some of us don’t know better – regardless, ignorance is not an excuse
We run because time is immaterial – we can never know how much we’ve wasted until it is all gone. Therefore, we remain procrastinators, putting off until tomorrow what we must urgently accomplish today.
Man wasn’t born deviant. Within us is the capacity to know the truth and to do the right thing. Since this is true, why do we run; why do we see what is right and willingly go left.

Words, Pain, and Friendship

Friendships perish by word of mouth. Expressions, sometimes more than actions, can sink a relationship like a weathered vessel. Actions, yes, are the precipitant to conflicts, but, at many times, words often seal the deal. Many times we speak before we talk, forgetting that once words leave our mouths they can never return. There is truth in the aged maxim which likens words to toothpaste squeezed out of the tube – once out, it can never be put back in. we’ve all said and done things we immediately regret; we’ve all had things said and done to us that we immediately despise. How does one begin to forgive either? The greatest slight man can do to man is injustice. Words oft cause wounds which are not easily healed or forgiven, despite how many bandages one puts on it. The natural progression of time doesn’t permit one to move backward. Once the fragile and mutual trust and respect in a friendship is broken, all that is left is wariness and uncertainty. There will always be that subtle awkwardness, that back-of-the-mind feeling that the ill done might not be the last transgression. Two might return to friendship, but it will not be like the first. It is not in the nature of man to wholly and completely offer total and absolute forgiveness – that attribute belongs only to God.

To Thine Own Self Be True

There are no merits in doing stupid things. Many times we enjoy living for the moment; but when that moment ends and the dust settles, all we are left with is the cold realization that we’ve taken two punishing steps backwards. If morally sound behavior escapes you in the search for amusement or merriment, one cannot blame one’s societies’ lack of good things but rather ones moral conditioning. Over the course of a lifetime, and through our varying social circles, we condition ourselves to accepting the mindset that certain thought patterns and ways-of-life are acceptable; willingly blinding ourselves to the fatal flaws inherent in each of them. Much of this is the result of peer pressure, the social force to take a certain action, adopt certain values, or otherwise conform in order to be accepted. The simple response to this dilemma is as Shakespeare put it in his 16^th century play Hamlet, “to thine own self be true.” Only in life does man coexist with his peers. In death he is forced to report on and defend all of his life choices. When facing eternity, you have no one to blame but yourself.

Following that famous quote, Shakespeare continues with “thou cannot then be false to any man.” The absence of falsity to others requires being utterly truthful to ourselves. Maybe if society valued truth and individuals were truthful to themselves there would be less of a struggle to clone someone else image and to fit in. only we can define ourselves.

Love

"Love is like swallowing hot chocolate before it has cooled off. It takes you by surprise at first, but keeps you warm for a long time."

I fear love because it makes you feel like a child, it renders your emotions uncontrollable. You feel things you can’t describe; it wakes you up in the middle of the night – scorching you brain with thoughts and passions. Love sucks because it destroys islands, one can longer exist on their own; instead they spend every waking moment courting that ‘other’, fighting to turn one into two. It opens your eyes to the fact that the essence of love is possible. It is possible to step into love’s natural progression, that is, if you are willing to fall. Love hurts because it exposes insecurities but, at the same time, causes nothing else to matter. It hurt because we weren’t granted the ability to know the hearts of others, to read their inner thoughts – all we can work with is what is on the outside, the carnal. But sometimes, some are blessed with the foresight to see that this love is worth pursuing. Some are blessed with the prudence to see that this weakening of the knees, this constant yearning for someone other than one’s self is necessary for ones growth. But, like most things in life, until you experience it, you will never understand; until you love, you will never know.