Posts Tagged ‘Pain’

Finished draft.
https://silentscholar.com/2015/12/31/if-poverty-was-a-man-draft/
Wonder if the original message was maintained…
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Imagine this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?
We say he…
As one known tradition…
Tells of how he has caused so much pain…

Yet we tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Telling us the world is ours to take…
Make…and of course break…
Leave nothing but scraps for the next generations…
Often wondering who in the end will be paying…
For our misdeeds…?
Those damn shortsighted needs…
Leave so many aggrieved…

Watch their pleas…
Perhaps silently glee…
At just how great our own lives can be…
Not knowing…
Or perhaps ignoring…
The truth…
That we are He…
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Very experimental. Not comfortable writing about this, but combination of life experiences, stories, and namesake song have inspired this.

Intro: Not having a child don’t make her less than a woman…She still has so much love to give…

Another day…Another wish…
She teems with so much love…
But she can’t conceive a child…
For she was scarred during a conflict…Never will get a chance to give birth…
Now no one wanted to get to know her…She was considered less than the rest…
Each night she wept…
Asking…”Why me?”
“I have so much love to give…”
She’s an amazing, caring woman…

However one child sees…she too has no one to love her…
For she is an orphan…This amazing woman sees her…
Holds her hand…
Two burdens lift…
The gift of love is exchanged…

Another day…Another wish…
A mother has a child she loves so much…Husband wonders…
“Yes…I do…”
“But I wish for a child in a different way…”
“A child who is all alone should have someone to love…”
“No child should look above and hope to have a mom and dad”
He grows nervous over how his wife sees the purpose of love…
To share with all that you can…

She wishes to share by holding close a little boy’s hand…
He feels at ease…For he has someone to trust…
Someone to love as a mom…

Intro: A line from an old text re imagined…

Imagine if this problem…
One so prevalent…
Were to be condensed into one so malevolent being…
How would he be perceived…?

We tolerate him…
Let him wreak havoc upon so many…
As if their lives are not worth a bit of sympathy…
Not even a silent cry…
So quickly we forget the real victims…
As we often blame them for his sins…
Rather than those who have helped him…
Us along with the system…
Built with his blessings…

Have we no sense of what’s happening…?

Humility?

Posted: September 19, 2015 in Mantras
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Where is that line between having humility and having low self esteem?

One day…
Just one day…
One place…
Where we could be together again…
Where past

Could press my “fuzz” upon your smooth skin..
And Wish the woes away…
And restate with grace…
How much in love we are…
On this one day…

For one day…
All has been right…

But who am I to believe…?
To wish…
For what will never be…
For what only I’ve seen..
For this me isn’t me…
Real me can’t appease…
Real me must believe…
That being me is enough for you and me to be…

I pray…
All praise is to The Supreme…
To bring forth my selfish dreams…
You to be with me…
Even if you don’t wish us to be…
Heaven must be…
Heaven tells me…

My heaven…?

A dream…
For you to understand…
Just how much I care…

Language…
The choice of words…
Choice of verbs and phrases…
Makes for this way I feel..

That seems so odd…
How can one feel so strong…
Without the time needed to bond…
As if one touch releases all…

Perhaps there’s a cause…
Deep down inside…
I’ve felt lost…
Yet in you I see all the signs…
See you as the guide…
For my flows…

Knee deep in the throes…
Of being no more…
Yet the mere showing of you…

Apologies for being me…
But if there is only one person who could see…
The beauty in being me???
Or have I become so deluded…
As you remain quiet…
Uneasy…

Leaving me to wonder…
What have I shared…
That has lead to this blank stare…
Don’t you love me???

What have I done…
This glimpse of shared love…
Broken by my own trust…
Trust in you seeing me as I am…
And not the bits & pieces…
You fell for in the past…

Reduced to a pile of words…
Rummaging through what works…
And what tingles the nerves…
Pray back to when I could say no wrong…
While knowing what you’ll be saying now…

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We won’t work out…
All because of me..???
My combined pride and shame…
In being who I am…
Will let me take all the blame…

Yet I feel it’s your loss too…
Yet I feel you deserve no pain…
Only wish you wonder why…
We can’t be…

My intensity???
Burns all around me…

Intro: This song is a spiritual successor to Sweet Echo (Link below)
https://silentscholar.com/2013/01/07/sweet-echo

The winds still carry the story…

Sweet Echo II {No More}

Remember…
Way back when…
You and me…
Never missed a beat…
Now I skip back each chance…
Just to see if she’s there…
Waiting for me…

Instead the winds greet me…
With the warm embrace of past memories…
But just as fate frees me…
Winds leave ever so swiftly…
Leaving this soul in pain…

Wondering when…
That chamber of echos…
Feels like your voice again…

[Missing notes…
Missing quotes..
Missing most…
Your sweet echo…]

Memories of you…
Form part of who I am…
If past tense…
Could be present once again…
But fate had other plans…

Faith lead me to believe in you and me…
Winds reminded me of your sweet embrace…
As if today’s pains began to dissipate
Into a cloud borne from all the self hate…
That had taken peace away from me…

Is it wrong to remember what once was?
So fleeting the moment…
But still all us…
All love…

[Missing notes…
Missing quotes..
Missing most…
Your sweet echo…]

Bits of Belief: Pt. 1

Posted: September 23, 2014 in Poetry
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Introduction:

I seem to only pray in times of need…
And often react so ungratefully…
But if ever there was a reason to believe…
I’ve found my need…
My reason to believe…

Burning Question

Posted: September 1, 2014 in Mantras
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“Why do the good people ignore me?”

All these pieces hold onto a single thought…
A single memory that tempts me to believe…
That if I could piece back together these pieces of me…
I would be able to see who I am…
So I grasp a piece…
Raise it up to my eyes…
I see…

A form of me I’ve been trying so hard to hide…
Those with sight are still blind…
For my smiles hide all pains inside…
You can’t see my heart…
Only this facade…
Well crafted “Art”…
Tailored to each individual part I must play…

Sadness is that stowaway…
Forever locked…
Keys exchanged for this scarred face…
Pain…