When we are children we are told what we can, what we cannot, what we should, and what we should not do... even as we get older some people do not want to give up their control over their offspring and allow them to walk on their own two feet and give them the gift of trust and independence... if people are beholden to too many restrictions when they get the opportunity some people will naturally rebel - especially if they feel as if they have nothing to lose... if people are told that plans have already been made for them to do something, without first being consulated, then independently minded individuals will give their own two cents and go their own way - because some people do not like having the gift of choice being taken away from them... there is an unmistakable look in the eye of someone who is always going to buck the trend and not do what they are told... there is a noticeable expression on the face of those who say one thing but who are almost definitely going to do the opposite... there is a path of past actions and transgressions that when reflected upon may be able to predict when, why, and how someone will ultimately break the mould... there is an unwritten rule that even the most predictable, dependable, and admittedly boring people can at times surprise even themselves - and that is why, even of ourselves, we should all sometimes expect the unexpected.
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A Poem A Day #383: One for the road
A Poem A Day #382: Penumbra
A Poem A Day #380: Your Thing
My Poem “Day of the Poet”
I believe that every day of my life has prepared me for who I am, who I have always been, and who I will always be... I believe that every day of my life - from the moment I wake up in the early hours of the morning, to the moment I fall asleep at night, to the moment I set sail upon the waves of the sea of my dreams - I am seeing, hearing, thinking, imagining, interpreting the poetry all around me that will always continue to invigorate me and inspire me... I believe that every day when a word, a verse, a story, or a new discovery plants it's seed within my mind it has been put there so that I can see it become something even more profound by giving it my own spark of magic... I believe that every day when I reflect inwards and outwards I draw in and I echo from myself something that was always meant to be shared with those who need to hear my message all around the world - from Atlanta to Zurich... I believe that every day when I am writing something that is in every way a part of me, as well as inspired by who I have met, what I have done, where I have been, and when I have been struck by inspiration, was always preordained - which is the reason that I never ask: why? I believe that every day when my heart was broken, I believe that every day when I was blessed to see the sunrise, I believe that every day when I had to keep my thoughts unspoken, I believe that every day when I told someone I loved them as I looked deep into their eyes - every moment, of every hour, of every day has always been when it was my time for me to be me and to shine my poetic light, because being a poet and a writer is the daily destiny of my life.
A Poem A Day #379: The Thinker
A Poem A Day #378: The Rhyme of the Constant Writer
My Poem “Big Heart”
I care about people... I care about places... I care about things that matter to me... I care about the people who care about me... I care about the places that I have visited that will always have a connection to me... I care about the things that will always interest me, anchor me, thrill me, and inspire me... I have welcomed many people into my circle of friends and I have trusted some people as if they were family - but, occasionally, unfortunately, I have had my trust taken for granted... I have found myself in places of extreme beauty that I loved every moment I was there - but, because I shared my time with others who have over time seemingly put me on mute, whenever I return to some places I see and I hear echoes of the past that, because I am who I am, have not faded from my memory... I have had things of mine taken away from me - things that I have had to adapt to living without; however because everything of importance, at one time or another, always leaves an indelible impression on me the touch of something, of somewhere, or of someone lingers on and can never be banished from the limitless world within of my big heart.
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