Allow what is sown to grow The fertile seeds to sprout To sturdy trees flourishing On the forest surface throughout Shedding offspring on the ground For chipsmunks and squirrels to prowl And spread around And burrow where the sun sheds down Against pockets of mountain pine White oak, striped maples Climbing with quiet determination The heights they are able To find day light In their wake make shelter for critters Vertebrates, birds and insects Catepillers hatch to flitter In color, a subtle beauty Becoming truly inviting In every nook and cranny hiding The canopy is so inviting Let it strive.
Category: Insights
Lyrics, Poems, Ramblings. Some just trail off into garbled confusion, real stream of conscience nonsense. Feel free to contribute in comments.
Modesty
Why do we believe our ego so? It sneaks in, reaches, seizing a deep hold When we feel low and oh so vulnerable To believe we are sheep concealed in wolves clothes We're only deceiving ourselves Our hell is our own making That we create to keep at bay From the traits we deem forsaking A tall tale from a small frail Part of us That was once in arduous hardship But honestly isn't the heart of us We are love Like artemis we must guard and protect Our innocent marvelment Before impressionable judgements scarred them And hardened our skin like marble What's wrong with being unremarkable With open arms, in all that we go through To remain modest is honorable.
Tilting At Windmills
We're still tilting at windmills For the thrills it rekindles Acting from will, attacking at will The hilt reveals the willful Without it victimhood Fear materializes This fear of deprivement This us or them mindset If not triumphant I'm nothing I can't live without the gumption The harvest is my bounty Without I become stunted A runt scrounging While they exceed and outreach Without me, I must release cowardice Unsheath and joust steel Mount my steed for honor, Democracy and valor Against hyprocrisy, can't you see Pronounce, avow you serfs Usurpers, I'm the rightful colonel Your service falls in accordance Divide and conquer over the course Of history I'll be rejoiced in With boisterous applause Marble carvings hoisted along The roads I've tarred Paved with blood sweat and heart When it's all said and done And I've become omnipotent Above all else At all others hinderance It may finally dawn on me My own inferiority complex Lead to encompassing conflict And I'm left still uncontent All I had to do was self-accept.
No Pretensions
Got to negate the case To chase what I'm capable of Whats attainable Straining worst case scenario Hysteria Best case expectations Is just a waste as well Imagination does not straight foretell I'll navigate the netscape Gladly stake henceforth Furthermore with contentment More important than moving towards Success or prevention No pretending, no exceptions No head held intention Of excellence or less then Just moving in the direction Of reverence and ethics Lament pretensions Need no end to begin.
You’re The Balance
Nothing is forever Impermanence is the only Certainly doesn't serve to be Immersed gripped in holding It isn't worth it There was never a time it was perfect There surely won't be Let your imperfections surface You're doing nothing wrong You haven't lost some charm Some spotless quality To be everything to everybody As you shouldn't be You are who you are Flaunt it unguarded In stark self homage It connects us all Whether we're aware of it or not Subconscious, unconcious Authentic embodiment bonds us We all long to shout it So don't doubt it or shroud it Be proud with the gifts You have to give boundless It balances our assorted Absorption distortion Against majority proportion Enforcement What lay dormant before You were contorted With what others told you Deemed more important Your core knows for sure That tingle in your pours When you adoringly feel Love for self be restored
Earnest and Honest
Penchant for pent up Aggression and resentment Hell bent on penitence For offenses and transgressions Against ones ends A heavy debt, a dead load tolled Over the shoulder bones Holding it like the mythoic globe Of vulnerability no ability to surpass Atlas grasp Passion and valiance alas Do not reveal the path Heeled in crap, so we don't take crap Sad we've got it backwards We only take it because We actually just make it up Theres actually no atlas task at hand No mandatory command Branded or demanded It's our own stand-alone mandate Cultivated from past shame Conditions fabricated Gradually from pleasure and pain Dramatic intimidation Placing self against status Competition established With differences and classes That realistically just doesn't matter Rather be free and modest Than be the coolest or the smartest Consumer of the products That marginally boost our own regard Or be the ruler of commerce and audience All of that Harness total dominance of laws Like the magna carta offered We're not honorable all days In all ways Caught up in small losses and gains Not comparable to what others obtain The sway of time will long wash away Your made up doppelganger But it can't knock reality Of living earnestly and honestly always.
Life Within
What we're against And take umbrage in With offense and begrudging Is just an encumberment Who are we to pass judgment Or pass the buck and the blame Lay the burden On scapegoats to graze In our quest to acceptance Oneness and wholeness Love and devotion With unconditional ends We're mostly too busy Proceeding to be critics Living with the privilege To size others up inch by inch We cannot distinguish Individuals equivalence to What is or isn't Intrinsically "you" People are not What we define them to be Don't be blind to see The entire life within each.
Resistance
Woefully We keep self-defeating motives We hold with shinobi grip Cloaked emotions in motion We focus so hard on goals Without noticing control Is in opposing conditioning Conflicting of our inner needs Contradictions we inflict on ourselves Inner victimhood From legitimate misgivings We live with that we shouldn't We develop misperceptions Some resentments of ourselves That we have no presence of They just sit there and dwell Until we meet them with resistance Such resistance we've lived with Our whole existence We don't even recognize it's persistence We must listen To that inner child That cry's and smiles wildly Silently shying anxiety It's just trying to help It not knows why or how Quietly thank them for their guidance We'll work together now.
To Whom DO You Identify?
People of these times Reside to blind allegiances With the we vs them mentality Proud believes in The doubt of our cohesion In ever increasing tediums In total disagreement To every conceived feature Of the competing impedance Intolerant to intolerence A bit oxymoronic if honest But don't acknowledge it It's a harsh pill to swallow When vilifying is justified As long as you side with me Then we are the victimized We have piety In our beliefs we are righteous So keep the rivals needs At arms reach, our of sight With upbringing and conditioning It made us the winning team Either inferior or superior We clearly have the needs To be carelessly free And to live a life of glee Even if I don't recognize We need them to identify me.
Carried Traits, Carried Away
You may have lost Who you thought you were Caught unsure, your sturdiness Is a bit topsy turve, What you have learned Or more certainly unlearned In concern to confirmed Qualities preserved, Worthy or worthless You observe these personal Attributes absolute Firm and unflappable, Having few adversaries To the contrary You've carried these traits Like a cadbury egg you can't break But the taste is so sweet Once you treat To the delicacy in you You reveal ingredients to, Your true being Illusions subdued Bravest deed you can do Is reveal the incomplete you.
To Be Frank: 