The dark night of the soul Every fortnight or so A cycle, a downward spiral Revolves into a black hole Black yet brightening Blinding light undistinguishable Over-stimulated, saturated Mindless and visceral
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Category: Insights
Lyrics, Poems, Ramblings. Some just trail off into garbled confusion, real stream of conscience nonsense. Feel free to contribute in comments.
Agree to Disagree
Inner vision of what you intend Can manifest against the grain Upending the expectations Prevalent in everyday If Ferdinand the bull Presented his way on stage And spent the event grazing The daisies gentle and tame Would we accept it? Is that unstable for a bull To be humble and docile Are we impartial and marginal? We must revoke his “ nature” Like to unscramble a picasso Cause it’s not natural to us Like we feel that it ought to Our human nature Is to change what's wrong "logically" Instead of accepting uncertainties And agree to disagree.
Pretentious Plain Janes
Release your need to achieve To be the receiving end of everything Please don't deem Achievement enviably Direct recognition With abbreviated letters To be addressed for success Your are subsequently better Than whatever headers is left With the rest of us At least that's how it's perceived No phd etc Separate you and us Pretentious vs the plain janes We just maintain Never cultivate our brainwaves Stuck on the perception One another's misdirection Is why we suffer collectively If only we got the message
So You’re Right, So.
All that you get, with all that effort Is being right This is it quite meaningless In the context of life And everything you can find To be nimble with convictions And listening to the possibilities Across all existence And yet you seem to stay insistent After all of this time Of hard living, you must win It's all on the line What cards do you hold? To make such a play Someday you'll be left froze With your vacant poker face Sustained in place Fake, been living a masquerade But it isn't too late embracing Living unrestrained
Littering And
Sell your cleverness And purchase bewilderment What's better is it's free It doesn’t cost any cents Call it optimism I guess Whatever the definition is Open-mindedness, stop resistance Give into unlimited Officials, proficients. technicians Politicians, practitioners Act practical and all that Yet haven't a single hints worth Of what this massive universe Actually represents We're just fragments of existence A smidgen on it's timespan Yet we act all convinced And definitive of how to live With our daily activities And all that "that’s the way it is” If an extraterrestrial Celestial citizen Looked in on our civilization They would become sickened within This chickenshit individualist Sit and litter the wilderness And the ocean, what if We are the litter someone else left?
Finding Space
To be unshaken, undeterred Nurturing your nerves Burglars can ransack your house No valuables are preserved Yet you take the opportunity To observe space undisturbed The emptiness has a sense of Peace unperturbed They departed with your earnings But moon and stars still circle Real worth is Space where possibilities may surface.
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Be Open
Having a mind that is fully open And closed to nothing Opinions, philosophies Religions, and customs Don't be reluctant To what opposes your upbringing And what others told you As an innocent youngling Nothing holds the globe’s truth Only discovery, and uncovering Recovering that touch Of mystery and wondering When you live a life of no attachment Material assets do not matter You gather and gain Forgo it all the after Hungry vultures may claim Your bait, but never attain The peace of mind Of leaving it all behind – unfazed
Natively Naive
I believed to have no Opportunity to disagree To live "successfully" Supersedes my need to be free So I suppress it deep inside of me Biding by society Quietly try to fit in Live complacently, blindingly All the while I’m privately Fighting my soul violently Two sided dialogue Constant bullying, tirelessly Who am I to be? Who are we to be? Anything but realized Natively naive.
Heritage
Is conditioning influenced Specifically from heritage Is there ever an instance When we influence them instead? Are our elders way too set in their ways For our betterment To be engaged for progressive change And development Or the better question is Are we already settled in? Beyond our self-perception Our fenced in sentience What if we had never met Any of our parents but Raised in foster care instead An orphanarium Would we still carry their Ideology in our psychology? Or are we free now To be ourselves, without an apology.
Contentment
Observance is the source To all things, total chi You hold it all in you But when evoked, blossom seeds Awoke with these emotions Dormant, gilded and vaulted Waiting to slowly open And expose slumbering knowledge Start to consider loved souls Who've shut closed Keep their chapter dog eared With a bookmark exposed Look hard at your conscious They are there beyond essence Ask them for guidance In a quest for souls contentment.
To Be Frank: 