Consciousness Awareness

Unfed Boy

He has gone unfed

A piece of unreachable bread

Nourishing fear and dread 

Vultures soar, hungry for the dead

As he goes unfed

His mother’s heart has bled

And bleeds, as her son goes cold 

And dead

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Time

As time goes by, it becomes more precious. As the days that have passed remain in our memories, to be relived on demand. But as days go by, and memories form, the days to come are less and less. Anything which loses abundance becomes desired, as the diamonds of Africa or the withering fields of black gold. 

As time goes by, it runs faster. Not because the seconds speed up, but our perception of those seconds speeds up. At 26, I have experienced 26 years, and many seconds have come and passed. I compare my time today, to the time that passed, and as the time that passes becomes more and more, I have more to compare that second to. When I was but a second old, the next second represented that which I lived, in the second before. 

Time moves forward, in a forward march. It marches to the sound of a coming death. For in the time that is present, let us cherish it, and live it well. Let us appreciate the time we have, the company we have, and move forward, to the sound of life to come. 

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Soothing Thoughts

Soothing thoughts 

In the night, distraught

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Forget the day

From it, stay away

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Lost at night

The moon shines bright

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Lost at night

Soothed with fright

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The fright soothes

But only at night

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The Three Dots and Two

The hungry, the cold, the dying, the dead, and the old… The sad, the lonely, the guilty, the innocent, the pretty, and the broken heart… The days and nights, waking up and falling asleep, in a cycle that will come to an end… The sun shall rise, but one day you shall not, and the sun shall set, the flame shall vanish… We dress in clothes, the fancy type… We laugh and cry, play and joke, but it stops at that… We make enemies, and a few friends, and soften our hearts rarely, instead we live and die having neither lived nor died. We wake and sleep, having never awaken or slept. Until next time, good night…

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The Battle of Waterloo

Bonaparte’s army fell apart

At Waterloo, the bullets flew

And a man with a broken heart

100 day return, ended in defeat

The imperial army had to retreat

But

When shall you meet your Waterloo?

Waterloo, a humbling fight

Regardless of who was wrong or right

You will face a Waterloo, a humbling

And maybe a humiliating defeat

Calling Out-Thanksgiving

I wish to call out to the millions, upon millions of family around the world. For the down-trodden, keep treading along. This thanksgiving, I wish I could spend it with all the people I consider family. Once again, let me say, I do not limit family, nor do I consider blood to be a compass for relation. For all the lonely, for all those who had fall-outs  or have been mistreated by the ones who they should trust, or find themselves unable to vent, my heart goes out to you. I already consider you family. We are one human family, and love is sometimes all we have to give. 

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God speed

Indeed, we need

Love without greed

Humanity should be freed

We must plant the seed

Love and not hate

Happiness on every plate

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The Prince of Darkness, The Prince of Light

The Prince of Darkness, shining bright

The dark blackness of the night

Illuminated with a shade of white

What if throughout the ages, we’ve been in fright

Wrong, and not right

In an epic fight with the Prince of Darkness

Not knowing he’s the Prince of Light

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We’ve been in battle with evil, but all I see around me is evil. The good are evil, the bad are evil, and we all forgot goodness. Humanity is all in worship of darkness, and have forsaken light. If you read this wrong, you will get an impression that I am defending “Satan” when in fact, the opposite is true.

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Friends or Family?

I’ve been thinking of the words “friends” and “family”, and am convinced that both must be interchangeable. Genetics, lineage, and last names mean nothing to me. What makes someone my “friend” AND “family” is the support, the honesty, the sincerity, and the emotion between those involved. 

It is not with blood that someone lifts me from sadness to joy, and it’s not with blood that someone makes me smile, laugh, and dance to the tune of life. Thinking and feeling with others is what brings about love, and the love that is brought out is the measure of relation between two people. 

I love my friends, and my friends are my family. I do not choose my relatives, but choose my friends, and my friends include genetic relatives and non-genetic relatives.

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