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My Poem “Breaking Habits”
Like the needle of a record player when a vinyl album reaches it's conclusion, in life people can feel like they have been thrown out of a groove that they have been in when they reach the ultimate end of a particular revolution or cycle... it can be jarring, it can be hard to find your place again... it can be worrying, it can be like finding yourself driving down a highway and then drifting out of your lane. Over time everybody naturally picks up habits that come to define them and sustain them... over time everybody exhibits new attitudes and new mannerisms that are noticeable to every observer of human behaviour... over time everybody starts doing things that they probably shouldn't do because they are motivated more by what their heart, rather than their head, is telling them... over time everybody does things that might feel like déjà vu moments of similar instances that might have happened before. Over time old myths always become replaced by new myths with new names and new faces... things we used to do and people we used to see and interact with every day over time become replaced by new things and by new people who we become familiar with... what and who people think are bad for us is always open to interpretation and sometimes it can take some time to realize that like a bottle of pop a relationship has lost its fizz... we are all habitual by nature - from our psychology to our biology - which is why it is not surprising that we do the same things over and over again; but sometimes, for your own good, you have to do something that might once have felt impossible: you have to stop doing some things you have been doing and you have to change the life that you have been living by breaking some of your most definable good and bad habits.
My Poem ‘The Psychology of Silence’
Silence speaks louder than sound;
silence is where true discovery is made;
silence is where truth is found;
silence is full of infinite space;
silence is where you can hear a heart beating,
or a heart breaking;
silence is a no mans land where no one can hide;
silence is waiting; silence is a tide.
There is no sound in space;
there is no sound in a vacuum;
silence has no face;
silence can hurt you.
Words on a page rise silently;
words written in ink have depth deeper
than the paper they are written on;
words are not the only poetry;
words are a way of transition.
If you can convey an intention, a feeling,
an emotion, a meaning, without making a sound,
or without the aid of anything
other than that of you and yourself,
you truly understand and are on the same wavelength
as that of nature;
if you can say something with an action
rather than with an empty sentiment,
then not only can you be a powerful presence
on the present, but also, more importantly,
a talisman for the future.
The planets of our solar system
orbit around the sun unheard;
if you were listening from high above
you wouldn’t be able to hear anything,
but you would know that humanity was there
by the tiny lights that we all make
from our place on the surface of the Earth;
everything, everyone, has a silent story
that speaks for itself, and themselves;
epic people and fantastic worlds
can be spoken to and journeyed to
within the pages of every book on every bookshelf.
A therapist uses silence as an essential tool
to open a person’s mind;
a fisherman uses silence and patience
in unison with their bait to catch their fish;
an artist uses silence along with the paint on their canvas,
and if need be could make great art blind;
anyone can decipher anything with knowledge and common-sense;
everything is there to be something
to something, or someone, else-
that is what I found and interpreted
when I analyzed what struck me
about the psychology of silence.
Mark The Poet 