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.

The Creative Genius

The Creative Genius- Taken by Ayesha

The Rebel’s Manifesto says that one should do the opposite of what one is taught in school. So it also says that one should simply make a mess.

This is me gracefully spawning what I think, believe and act on daily to enhance the creative genius of the world. This isn’t the creative genius that will get you money. This isn’t the creative genius that you want to become in your twenty-something or thirty-something. And this isn’t the creative genius that you read about in an extensive book.
In the astronomical sense of existence, each mind is neither too young nor too old to be labeled explicitly that. Enhancing the creative genius of the world means revealing that what is already stocked in our minds. Enhancing the creative genius is saying what needs to be said, felt what needs to be felt, and finally, having to deal with it as the ultimate tyrannies one swallows daily as an attempt to make it on our own, and not to sicken our sorrows in still silence.

In light of enhancing the creative genius of the world, I’ve dictated a poem.

. . .

They say I’m young
but I’m not the only one.

They say I’m different
but they know that’s not how it’s done.

Creativity is a cloud
and we’ve got each one
don’t stare too hard
but jump to another.

The truth is we’re grounded
but living a transparent lie
it doesn’t matter if
they say you’re creative
or they say you’re fly
don’t buy in that.
Because creative geniuses don’t forget
what matters in this world
and what’s left to rest.

This isn’t life
this isn’t forgiveness
you’re tapping away
while your mind is bleeding
store your ideas
store your fate
because once they’re gone
you will come again
but not the same.

Creativity is all you got
embrace
don’t disgrace
respect
don’t discredit
whatever you think
whatever you’ve felt
don’t worry
just make a mess
creativity has no label
it doesn’t fall in line
because your mind, you rules, your innate identity
what have they got to do with your time?

 

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.