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My Poem “Out of your shell”
It is good to challenge ourselves... it is good to take on new responsibilities... it is good to do things we have never done before - in fact, it is essential in maintaining our mental health... it is good to expand our knowledge, see the sights and meet new people from different localities... it is good to be immersed in the unfamiliar... it is good to test our tolerances... it is good to let down our guard and converse with people who have different answers to the question: why are we here? it is good not to worry about if someone is watching and just do your thing - even if it leads to you involuntarily making a joke, singing, or starting to dance... it is good to look the way you want to look... it is good to have your own opinion of what is beautiful... it is good to have an imagination and to have the gift to be able to see the faces and to hear the voices of characters that you read in a book... it is good to step out of your comfort zone and embrace the opportunity to be able to fly free of your nest and naturally find yourself coming out of your shell.
My Poem “Life’s Light”
Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, but energy can change form... the creation of all things began billions of years ago, but nothing is as it was... people can be emotionally open and then transition into becoming closed off - even doors can change into becoming walls... you can prepare for the rest of your life, but what no one can ever be ready for is the end of days that follows a particularly painful absence and loss. Endings are necessary. Full stops are essential. Severance hurts, but sometimes it can also be seen as an opportunity. Everything big over time transitions back into becoming small. Generations leave legacies... life needs regeneration... love is a dream... in order to march every army of ideas needs the beat of a resounding drum... time is precious beyond belief... every day needs a night... the world is not all that we see... every exposure is a convergence and a prism of the fundamental colours of what makes life's light.
My Poem “Millennium”
In a thousand years what will be left? In a thousand years what will be left of us? In a thousand years what will be left of our planet? In a thousand years what will be uncovered underneath the dust? In a thousand years what will we be thanked for by future generations? In a thousand years what will we as a species look like? In a thousand years will everyone be a cybernetic organism? In a thousand years will people have to stay inside most of the time to shield from the intensity of the sun's light? In a thousand years will the human race be living on other worlds, and travelling through time, as well as through space? In a thousand years will we have forgotten what we now hold most dear? In a thousand years will we have been contacted by multiple intergalactic inhabitants of the galaxy, not mention the universe? In a thousand years will people worship Artificial Intelligence and think of them as all knowing electronic gods? In a thousand years will we have created a source of universal equilibrium? In a thousand years will we wish then that we now would have learned our lessons about tempting fate? Only our descendants can know for sure what is going to happen in the thousand years of the next millennium.
My Poem “Back for more”
Hard to walk away... Hard to break free... Hard to forget what you did to me... Hard to look at you and not remember our beautiful dream... Hard to go solo when I still feel you inside of me... Hard to hear that you have moved on and are apparently as happy as can be... Hard to realize that our time together was always meant to be limited... Hard to look in the mirror and see reflections of what we did... Hard to burn the bridges that I always thought would last forever... Hard to not want to go back to before... Hard to not want to rise - even knowing that it will lead to a fall... Hard to stop sending a message or picking up the phone to make a call... Hard to stop following my heart, no matter the cost, and choosing to walk through fire as I willingly go back for more.
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My Poem “42”
Today is the day... Today is the time I have been waiting for... Today is the end and the beginning of a brand new age... Today is my birthday, but not just any birthday: this birthday feels unlike every other that has come before - it feels as if I have reached the summit of a mountain and I am looking out to the landscape of my life and everything and everyone, who once seemed so close, now seem so far away. Today, more so than at any other time, when I look back and I remember who I have known and where I have been, I realise just how much I have lost... Today, more than I could ever describe, when I look in the mirror or when I look at photos from the past, I see the choices that I have taken that have changed me and moulded me into the man I am... Today, more than yesterday, when I return to places I know well, I see flashes of faces and experiences that appear as if made up of fragments of dust... Today, looking forwards, I know that things will never be the same again. Today, I have the ability to see behind, as well as to see beyond... Today, I have the instinct to do what I always want to do: to go with the flow and to not worry about anything, and to act as if I have nothing left to lose... Today, as always, I am grateful for my family, for my friends, for those who have given me the keys of inspiration that I use every day to open up the door of perception and imagination... Today, I celebrate finally reaching the age that is the same as my favourite number and the answer to life, the universe, and everything: yes, today I am 42.
My Poem “Walk The Walk”
Some people say that they are going to do something, but they never do... some people say that they are going to be somewhere, but they never are... some people make promises to make something happen, but they never make the right moves... some people say that they are going to make a difference but they never make their mark. Talking about something is good... dreaming about something is wonderful... one drop of anything can eventually lead to an epic flood... believing that someone will be there for you when you need them is great, because it is necessary in life to trust and to have faith in people. Not everything can happen how we want it to... sometimes some people are, unfortunately, all talk... not everybody is as forthcoming about their intentions and motivations, and sometimes someone who we thought would never change can surprise us by doing something we never thought they would do... in my experience, if and when you can, you should always endeavour to be a person of your word, and when you need to, if you are able, if you are going to talk the talk make sure that you also walk the walk.
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My Poem “Sustaining Truth”
Every holiday celebrated around the world means different things to different people... everyone has an affinity for some celebrations more than most... Easter, for example, is a time when people young and old get to share gifts of all sorts - from chocolate eggs to traditions that for generations have been passed down and practised because their message has always been so meaningful... the message of Easter, to me, is that salvation can be found by those who sometimes feel lost. Every season has symbols that embolize them... every morning and evening shares a vision of light that is heavens sent... every now and again we are all asked to do without something in order to understand its essense - like at the time of Lent. Every faith rose and was inspired and influenced by all others since our ancestors began to worship and give names to the constellations of the stars of the night sky... every way to live on Earth has its own lessons and its followers have their own trials to go through... everything that happens in life must be accepted and sometimes weathered - just like a boat must ride the infinite number of ocean waves that are like ripples in the fabric of time... every holiday has a reason to be embraced, because humanity has always relied upon the continued stories, the ongoing mysteries, and the significant figureheads that are at the core of their sustaining truth.
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