Mirror Mirror

If it’s in the mirror you’re looking at, what do you see? Do you see flames or do you see yourself as free?

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Mirror mirror on the wall
like frames set up
to take the fall
for all the crimes you committed
for all those you didn’t
standing against a wall now
the edges as sharp as your commitments.

Mirror mirror on the wall
like prisoners lined up for the fall
crumpled like pages
temptations ahoy
scaled to seem perfect
but no matter what you live for
it’s always the image
the one you once used as a toy.

That Sweet Talk

Who has written the possibility of what is taught is understood is materialized, every time? On the spontaneity of false notions, the fatalistic desire of the damnable, and everything leading up to that sweet talk we happen to speak to ourselves at least once in our lifetime against self-criticism and faith. Maybe, just maybe, what is taught is never completely understood, but is still materialized, all the time.

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That sweet talk
to frustrate me
to provoke me
into complete destruction.

That sweet talk
of times ahead
with weapons of my past
only to numb me of my head.

That sweet talk
of memorable experiences
that often lead to disasters
let’s just call them strange incidences.

That sweet talk
of fighting my demons
of avenging from self
in the name of freedom.

That sweet talk
turning tides every season
and with courage
it’s only made from my hidden treason.

Life Is A Tale

Are you struggling to survive? Do you count your days or do you make your days count? Life isn’t an answer, but a tale with many answers for each one of us, different as night and day, but still so closely imbued on each other.

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You win
you loose
you grow
you choose.

It isn’t the rules
it isn’t the conditions
it is something
it is made out of small decisions.

They say
they judge
they stare but
they don’t care as much.

Stop resisting the change
stop locking your frame
stop to start from scratch
stop to realize that life isn’t just about the fame.

Define life by living it
define courage by surviving it
define beauty by acceptance
define ambition by practice and persistence.

Life is a tale
and now you understand its chapters
turning pages finger to finger
maybe even skipping a few for answers
you’ll find passion
as you will grief
tell me what you’ve read
because the book is still void
for it is written by your forbearance.

Earn Wings

Craving for change isn’t the routine any longer. Maybe you don’t know what is, and maybe you won’t ever, but the virtue of believing that there is, won’t stop you from trying. In tribute to that which remains unknown, here is a short poem.

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Earn wings
not to strike
but to shift from one to another
for life is nothing but particular.

Earn wings
to be patient
it isn’t what you’ve gone through
but what you’ve done
what you were before “it” happened
and what you are now after it’s done.

Earn wings
don’t dwell in the past
they prick
they hurt
they don’t caress
the truth is
they just blind you to think you’re not the worthiest.

Earn wings
for there will be complications
it’s life, not your world of expectations
nothing works out the way you want
so what?
stop the cringe when
you cry when you want to
anger when you have to
those are complications too
but as easy as they come
don’t succumb to those who can’t forgive.

Earn wings
your goals will never end
they come and go
the answer lies in those trying moments
when you know you need to start letting go.

Earn wings
replace the nest
to become a crest
against the immovable
the dishonest
and guess what
you know the rest.

Free Thought

There is a closer understanding of “free thought” when thought is but an outcome of an already disclosed advertised piece of material. The silent music of the mind portrays tunes already duplicated in many, but each times unique forms, so is free thought free at all?

On account of this, I’ve compiled a short passage to parody the institution of free thought in its entirety in a way that it challenges mine.

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You like the flavor
but grow to envy the taste.

How funny is imitation
when it’s recognition you crave.

Free thought, free thought,
we’re all made to believe
but how were you before you were made skill
the art of complete realization?
the practicality?
the redemption?

The silence is still here
and so is the will
you don’t know until you know
so where’s the thrill?

free thought is just a flag
blowing in the wind
so don’t mind the drag
if you’re just in it to win.

It’s not what you know that counts
it’s the foundation
fight the dull, fight the silent violation.

Your rights are yours
but don’t brand them
as free thought is not an excuse
it’s a conception.