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My Poem “Changing Voices”
The voice of a writer, an artist, a singer, a director, or a storyteller naturally changes over the course of their career, because, like every muscle that anyone uses regularly, the more that someone uses their gift of experience and imagination the more that they are able to act, to articulate, to show, or to say something without even having to think that much about it - because over time some things become effortless and as a result are able to grow and to morph into a state of being able to reform into any vision or personification of anything or anyone imaginable... the voice of people slowly but surely gets deeper as they grow older... the voice of people mostly gets wiser as they mature... the voice of a person's internal dialogue with themselves can get more insightful when attempting to answer life-long questions of meaning, reason, and choice... the way that people communicate with one another has been evolving since our ancestors used to spend their time sitting around a fire while sharing their beliefs and opinions about what they saw above them when they looked up at the night sky, as well as wondering what or who created them and everything - so it should be of no surprise for anyone that everybody over the course of their life will experience what it is like to hear their own voice changing.
A Poem A Day #102: Those Distant Stars
A Poem A Day #101: The Sphere
A Poem A Day #100: Charm
My Poem “When Hope Eclipses Fear”
The other night the Wolf Moon shone big and bright in the sky... last night, before darkness fell, the evening sky looked as if it had been painting purple... this morning the bright white moon continued to be a spectacle to behold long after sunrise - however for some reason the Moon looked more distant from Earth than it had been just two days ago, and it was at that moment that I realized that Winter had officially arrived. You can never truly know what will happen during the season of Winter - other than it will be cold, it will be wet, and occasionally it will be freezing and naturally slippery under foot... you can never truly predict how the elements will effect you, nor how testing this time will be... you can never truly know what to do, what to eat, what to wear - other than to make sure that you keep warm and think even more about the needs and the well-being of those you love... you can never truly predict what the conditions of an average Winter day will be - but you should definitely anticipate that certain things might take longer to do, you should remember to not take anything for granted, and if you have to travel somewhere you should consider whether you have everything that you need to get you from point A to point B. Winter can be full of a spectrum of moments - ranging from the stark white of a fresh snowfall to the spectacular golden light of a sunrise or a sunset... Winter can be full of beautiful stillness, especially at twilight, when the stars at night shine brighter than at any other time of the year... Winter can be full of many colours, stories, and surprises that find a way of highlighting why for many reasons Winter is when we see people at their best... Winter can be full of uncertainty - but with the help of those who truly make a difference and who matter the most Winter can be the season when hope eclipses fear.
A Poem A Day #99: Memorial
A Poem A Day #98: In This Decade
My Poem “Subculture”
It has always fascinated me
how no matter what century it is
the various ages of culture
ultimately give rise to subcultures
of people who all walk to
the same beat of the same drum...
it has always been a source of inspiration
for me how on some level
everybody is always looking for a group
of like-minded individuals
who talk the same way,
who dress the same way,
and who feel the same way about things,
about the world, about how they have
for so long been misunderstood -
and what brings them the most joy
in the world most likely does not
fit into the same mould of what is
considered to be mainstream or "normal".
It has always interested me
how easily people feel as if they
can be themselves when they are
given the opportunity to visit a place
which is sacred to them and safe for them
to indulge themselves in the conventions
of the subculture that they are
a practicing member of,
that are so iconic and expected
they have over time become a stereotype...
it has always given me a sense of acceptance
every time I have looked around the world
and without even having to try
I have been able to recognize
the unmistakable signs that point towards
someone who I might not know,
and who does not know me,
but who I may share similar sensibilities with,
who do not spend any effort or time
in disguising the fact that when it comes
to the road of life they are constantly
walking a thin line.
It is has always been a way of life
for the young of a society
to rebel against the rules of their parents
and thumb their nose at authority figures
so as to test the limits of what they can do,
in order to make their voice be heard;
however, sometimes when a certain
group of people feel as if they are being
unduly silenced then speech can slowly
transform into acts of delinquency,
disrespect, and disorder.
It will always be the case
that some people will want to believe
certain individual beliefs...
some people will always want
to live a certain way of life...
some people will always want
to act upon their instincts
and express what is meaningful to them -
because some things, to some people,
feel so indelible they are indistinguishable
from their nature...
it goes without saying that normality
is a matter of opinion and perspective -
and where some may look at a group
of people and consider them to
have nothing constructive to offer
others might look at those same people
in the same way that they would look
at a family member,
because to them they are an example
of how an idea can grow and endure
under the radar as a subculture.
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