If we do not, sometimes, find ourselves
encountering a barrier between
where we are and where we want to be,
then how would we know if where we want to go
is actually the place where we are meant to be?
Because when we find ourselves
encountering something stopping us
from proceeding down the road
we know leads to the next step in our life,
the question is: what will we do to keep going?
What will we do to break through the walls
that sometimes rise up before us?
What will we use to make sure that
nothing and no one will ever stand between us
in our pursuit of what we believe is meant for us to possess and to embrace?
Happiness; the truth; peace; security;
serenity; light; love; dignity; discovery -
every day, some people are driven
in such profound, powerful, beautiful, and inspiring ways,
because they believe they are supposed to be
somewhere, doing something, for someone,
and they will do anything to make
something happen that needs to happen…
some people are always ready and willing
to be called into action when they are needed…
some people are so selfless that they regularly
volunteer to put their own lives on the line
for someone who they don’t know
and most likely have never met before,
because something inside them
is always telling them that they are
more important than the realise
and one day might be the last piece in the puzzle that brings order to chaos.
Despite what some might say,
it’s never wrong to fight for what you believe in…
despite how much some people might try
and drown you out,
it’s never wrong to say when someone is wrong
and you can prove that they are…
despite what some people might believe,
it’s never the wrong time to start something new
and to do what you have always wanted to do…
despite how much some people think you have,
or they do not have, everyone can always find
something, or perhaps someone, in this world
that can give them the best possible chance
of being able to make a difference in their life,
and perhaps in the life of others,
simply by having the courage and the ability
to never stop being themselves,
to never stop striking out when the need arises,
to never stop trying, striving, and sometimes fighting
for what they and others believe and know to be true,
to never stop learning from the mistakes of the past,
and never stop overcoming
what lies before them until it is behind them -
because sometimes we all have to do our part,
to make our mark, to contribute to the world
by going against the grain,
by rebelling against the enemies of freedom,
and by swearing to uphold the values
of the best of humanity,
and by showing what it is to be the embodiment
of what it means to be a member
of the always necessary resistance.
resistance
My Poem “Equinox”
Life feels like we have truly arrived
at a moment between light and dark…
life feels like we are transitioning
between two states of being…
after all that has happened this year,
after we have all sacrificed
and after how far we have all come,
life feels as if it is in a state of resistance –
because humanity feels like it is
stuck in a game of tug of war with itself
and with a nemesis they cannot see clearly.
Life in some shapes and places is continuing
regardless of everything else –
as they always have done –
while some individuals fear that
they have reached a point of no return
and everything that happens next
with be irrevocable, and the pain
that will be felt will cut deep.
Life on planet Earth has been shook
profoundly by what has occurred this year…
life will never again be the same as it was…
life is subjective and based upon
the personal perspective of an individual
at a specific here and a specific now.
Life has been though dark times before;
however, after every era of profound change,
nature teaches all things that they need
to find a way to adapt to the circumstances
and the surroundings that they find
themselves in and to do their best
to find a balance that they may have lost –
and there is no better time to be
a shining example of phenomenal
strength and fortitude than right now,
at this moment of equinox.
My Poem “Locutus”
Every collective and assembly
of individuals who seek to speak
with one voice when dealing with others
often elects one member of their society
to be the spokesperson for them
in matters of peace, diplomacy,
and the continued prosperity
of their shared consciousness,
while at the same time attempting
to announce, to advertise,
and to further their own interests
and to bolster the idea of the betterment
of those who are connected and interlinked
with every other person who makes up
the hive of knowledge, energy,
and the gift of adaptability
that their culture is built upon.
Figureheads, presidents, prime ministers,
kings, queens, ambassadors have been
sent on missions of state for centuries
in order to explore the prospect
and the possibility of assimilating
a new investment of riches in the form of
people, experience, and examples
of distinctive innovations
that surpass that which is already known,
and it is the act of seeking out
and trying to understand
what is presently a mystery
that has driven the course of the history
of all the empires and also the democracies
that have risen, those that have flourished,
and those that have survived
where others have fallen
because the victorious
chose to change some things
while continuing to stay true to their
underlying pursuit of a vision
and of a state of perfection for their nation.
Sometimes an individual’s voice
and their face can get lost in a crowd
of people who all have their own
personal perspective on what
the reason is for why things
should be the way that they are –
and when that happens
some people naturally seek out
a representative
to speak on their behalf,
and just as long as the person
who is naturally chosen
because they somehow embody
what needs to be conveyed
stays true to the message
and the ethics of who they are
supposed to be representing,
then unless their advancements
lead to conflict there should be no reason
why no one who is anyone
would not listen to a “Locutus” –
in other words, someone who is literally:
“the one who speaks”.
Resistance is not futile
Mark The Poet 