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Poetry Shenanigans – Wrap & Roll … Lock & Load

Wrap & Roll … Lock & Load

Be a wraith,
Embrace the hate,
Be a ghost,
Barely there,
Yet ever-present,
For,
They’re the ones who lost their faith.
Stand tall,
After every fall,
The harder you go down,
The harder you fight your way back to the top.
This is your life,
Your match,
Your march,
Your parade.
You’re the victor,
Your scars,
Are mere tales engraved.
They’re a sign,
Of the residual fire that remains.
That burns brighter,
Every single day,
Relentless and unforgiving,
A blaze,
That razes all the doubts and haters,
Who make the mistake of getting in your way.
Here comes the next blow,
Roll with the punches,
Take a hit, two or many more.
Take a hit till they can’t hit anymore.
Test your mettle, flex your steel.
Take it all in,
Until the day you make your stand.
Plant those feet, dig them in.
One, two, three,
Here we go.
Block, jab, cross your way,
And when you see your moment,
Don’t hold back,
Take them down,
It’s time for a TKO.

SJ

Super-Girl

Hey all,

Yes I’m back again…dun-dun-dun…And I’m so deliriously happy right now…well at least as far as Creativity in the world goes….

So DCU totally OWNED SDCC (San Diego Comic Con) this year!!!!!! And after watching the teasers and trailers (Justice League and Wonder Woman respectively) I couldn’t stop the creative flow. I’m so damn excited to see a legendary, ass kicking action heroine invading and owning cinema screens in 2017!!!!

This poem is for all you amazing girls/women out there! Chase after your purpose and your dreams, and if you know other girls/women unable to do so, chase those dreams down even harder. You’ll be the beacon/guiding light they were always looking for but never could see.

Super-Girl

Don’t listen to the world,
Don’t listen to the world,
Be your own, be your own
Super Super-girl.
The world is not as it seems,
It will laugh at all your dreams,
Hold on, be strong,
Pull yourself together,
Get your act together,
Go ahead now,
One foot in front of the other,
Be your own, be your own
Super Super-girl.
They will try to bring you down,
Take you apart,
Round after round,
Constantly harp about your flaws,
Leave you with everlasting scars,
They will try to scare you off
your envisioned path,
Call you foolish and gullible,
A naïve idiot setting themselves
up for imminent failure.
They will do all they can,
To get you to toe the line for as
long as they can.
They will mock you, ridicule you,
Hurl words your way,
To strike away at that tender heart
that lives within,
Call you selfish and an egotistical
maniac.
But be firm, be resolute,
Do not bend, do not break,
Free yourself from all their envy
And all their hate.
Be your own, be your own
Super Super-Girl.
Obliterate the hate,
Know it’s never too late,
Go on then,
Decide and rule your own fate.

Mystery

Heyo boys and girls. Guess I’m back at it again, the timing is kinda interesting, but hey sometimes some senses demand more attention than others. So I was minding my own business and the first 4 lines of this piece came alive in my head, and then that was proceeded by a whole sequence of images in my head, which just demanded I write this stuff out. So here you are, let me know what you think in the space below. Hope you’ll are all having a great week!

Mystery

Somehow, somewhere,
While perusing through the
pages of Voltaire,
She looked up,
Dazed and dazzled,
Amused and befuddled.
Never had there been,
A distraction more subtle
Nor elegant and graceful,
Than the one rattling
The solitude of the cages
Of her mind, soul and heart.

She watched in wonder,
While the Sun went under,
Tracing and tracking,
Every move, every gesture,
As the path was being carved,
Into the deepest depths of her
heart.

Forthright, forthwith,
Avenues her once quiet mind
Recite like a mantra,
For her to pursue.
Don’t let the moment pass
you by,
Don’t let yourself slip,
Don’t let this be yet another
moment,
Where your heart slips up,
And life trips you up.
And leaves you with too many
what-ifs,
And heavy sighs of regret.
Take a chance,
A leap of faith,
Whispers her fickle little
heart.
Strategize, prioritize, characterize
Resist the silly whispers,
Of the heart, that fickle fiend,
Whispers her cautious little
mind.
A sigh leaves her lips,
As dejection, doubts, despair
and resignation,
The glorious star idiots,
Of one’s pity party,
Make their way,
To rob the twinkle in her
eye,
And the sparkle in her smile.
As if on cue,
Her eyes flit across the
barren spaces,
Unbidden…of it’s own volition,
Like a siren’s song,
To the ones,
That have been consuming,
Her thoughts and dreams.
She is frozen,
Startled, shaken and
disrupted,
From the steady stream of
her coherent thoughts.
She finds herself staring,
At the muse,
That gets her heart racing
and fluttering.
And before she realizes,
With ice cold clarity,
That she isn’t in one of her
fantasies,
Before she can stop herself,
And lose the ability,
To control her faculties,
She finds herself flashing
a smile,

Once committed and acted on,
She lost track of time and space,
And starts to believe in eternity,
And the familiar red raging lava
pit of embarrassment,
The she finds herself befriending,
More often than not.
She considers herself crazy,
And roll her eyes,
At vague thoughts,
Of the Universe giving signs.
Then she is jolted back to life,
Resuscitated, renewed,
Her faith in the Universe,
momentarily restored.
As the dreamy eyes,
And regal face,
That stole her breath away,
Flash her a crooked yet
flawless smile.
Before they seek out and
return to,
The source preoccupying
their mind,
And steadfast attention.

The sigh that leaves her lips,
Is one filled with hope and
promise.
A contentment,
That should carry her through
a few rough nights.
With renewed fervor,
She returns,
To her sanctuary of words,
Buzzing, living, thriving,
Off the excitement,
Of her delightfully delinquent
mind.
For never before,
Have dreams seemed truer,
Than in that moment,
Lost in eyes filled with mirth,
And that face with the magical
smile.

Push Back

Well I’m back at it! It’s been an interesting few weeks, crazy for sure…but then again crazy and me are kinda synonymous I reckon. Finally got some writing done though I’m not sure how I feel about this piece, I wouldn’t necessarily call this my finest bit of writing just yet. It feels disjointed, at least to my head it does. Share yer thots & then some more :). Hope everyone is having a stellar week!

Push Back

There was a fire once,
That burned brighter than the sun.
It’s warmth,
Brought about a satisfaction,
That everybody else seemed to want.
It’s radiance,
Was a bone of contention,
Amongst all those who envied it,
And, were blinded,
By it’s sheer brilliance.
Too many have tried,
To extinguish that fire burning
bright,
Though it may not glow or
burn as bright,
Those many have forgotten,
The fiery volatility that defines
a fire.
They have forgotten,
The relentless, merciless and
unforgiving nature of the fire.
And many others forget,
That all it takes is a spark,
To ignite the fire.
Stoke the dying embers of your
ignorance.
For,
The more you try to control the fire,
The more you try extinguishing it,
The more reasons and fuel you
give it,
To grab on to every last spark,
And to embrace the all too familiar
simmering rage that lies beneath,
And extinguish and annihilate,
All that lies in the path,
Of it’s all consuming fiery self.
There’s a reason they say,
Don’t play with fire,
Because in the end,
It will burn you either way.

The Relentless Warrior

Have a fantastic start to the week everyone! I predict an increase in posts, at least this week, courtesy a mini vacay…yay! Be Inspired my lovelies, and don’t let anyone break your fierce spirit down.

 

The Relentless Warrior

When all you see,
Are dimming lights,
Of inspiration, faith and hope,
In the eyes of those,
You hold above all.
What do you do?
When in a world,
Filled with the strange
and unknown,
With undiluted fear,
Creeping down your spine,
Working it’s way through
your bones,
Walking through the darkest
alleys,
Your steps filled with trepidation,
Significant hesitation,
But with a certain amount of
excitement,
To get to your destination…
Your dreams…
The ones you survived for,
The ones you would sacrifice
yourself for,
As opposed to forgetting their
very existence…
The ones, you were told,
Were pointless and moot.
The ones that everyone had more
fun trampling,
Than ever lending a hand or
supporting.
The ones that you were asked to
forget about,
Time after time,
That were mocked and labeled,
As products of immaturity and
naivety,
The ones you were told to trade
in for reality.
The ones they called pointless,
Unless there was a purpose,
That helped those around you move
ahead,
Regardless of the confusion stirred
within,
Irrespective of the storm brewing
within,
Stoked by the harshness of their words,
The bitterness of many a self -slain dreamer,
Who has resigned themselves,
To a monochromatic world…
A world they deem functional,
In the absence and non existence,
Of all those wondrous things,
We promised ourselves growing up.
The things we compromised,
Somewhere along the journey
Of endless and relentless broken dreams.
Where the only aspiration,
And the only expected inspiration,
Is survival,
And absolute annihilation,
Of any form of competition.
Where peace and serenity are mocked,
And, envy is embraced with an open heart
and closed mind.
A helping hand,
Considered a mistake.
Words of encouragement and love,
Considered mere signs of weakness.
What do you do?
When who you are within,
Refuses to conform,
Or bow down,
To all things that oppose the very
essence of your being?
What do you do?
When the ones you hope will
catch you,
Are the ones that turn their backs on
you,
Or worse yet reprimand you,
For refusing to conform,
For being different…unique,
For being especially fearless,
In a time when conformists believe,
The only solution to breaking you,
Is bullying you.
What do you do?
When there’s nobody left to turn to,
And the only person,
Who can inspire you,
And give you the strength,
To take one more step forward…
Is you?

The Rising

The Rising

Swept away,
Swept under,
Kept tied down,
Here asunder.
No end in sight,
No beginning,
You can remember.
A soul trapped,
A life force tapped out;
A heart,
Lost and unfound;
Hidden away by fear,
Scared into,
The dualities of submission
and rejection.
Not once,
Acknowledged,
For it’s ferocity,
Nor it’s passion.
A spirit,
Crushed by many,
Torn by negativity,
Shattered by hostility,
Scattered in jest,
By those, who fear
the unknown;
By those, who fear
Your true and limitless potential,
By those, who fear
The mighty heights,
You were built to scale.
By those, who fear
The power,
That lies within you.
By those, who fear
The fire you start,
That sets the trails you
leave behind ablaze.
By those, who fear
Your determination,
For there is no fire,
That burns as hot,
Nor will as unyielding,
As yours.
Don’t let today be theirs
for the taking.
Rise…Rise up,
Rise on,
Take one more beating down,
Your opponents deal you,
Grab one more bad hand,
This life deals you,
Embrace these moments,
For once the dust settles,
And the ashes scatter,
Shall you rise…
Stripped free,
Of all the frailties,
With renewed faculties,
Anew…
Awakened,
For my friend,
The world is here for your
taking.
Make your mark,
Strike hard,
Befriend your old friend humility,
And leave your detractors
behind,
Set your spirit free,
Release the demons,
You hold on to,
Set them free,
And allow them to be,
The page turned…
A part of the past,
A part of history.

The Victor’s Hymn

The Victor’s Hymn

Can you hear them calling?
Can you hear the sound of your name?
The winds whistling,
The trees swaying,
Dancing a victory dance,
To the sweet sound
Of your victory.
Do you see the brightness?
The brightness of the sun?
Feel it’s radiance,
Warming you from within,
Beaming, through you,
And kissing your very soul,
As though possessed by a fever,
The fever of your victory.
Do you hear the waves roaring?
Roaring louder than ever before,
Drowning out the sounds,
Of envy, sorrow, bitterness
and discouragement,
From those that consider themselves
Worthy foes,
And those that call themselves friends,
But are truly and deeply,
Shallow and hollow,
With vacant eyes,
Silent stares,
Automated responses,
Indifferent to
The nature and strength
Of love and care.
Do you see the difference?
That your actions have made?
The shades of joy,
That you have painted,
And brought to life?
Do you feel it yet?
The beats of your victory
Reverberating through your very
being?
Do you see the footprints?
Those large, irreplaceable
ones,
That you’ve left behind,
On many hearts.
Can you hear?
With all sincerity and clarity,
The meaning of the words,
Uttered and ushered,
By the closest of hearts,
And most kindred of souls;
Whose hands have held you,
All those times you fell;
Whose words and actions
saved you,
When nothing else seemed to.
Can you hear the pride and adoration,
In their voices?
Through the din and raucous
cheer,
Celebrating you and your victory?
May your victory,
Set your spirit free,
And let it soar,
Far beyond boundaries,
Far beyond limitations,
Far beyond restrictions,
And free from ill intentions,
To scale new heights,
Chart uncharted territories,
And bring you much delectable joy,
Unquenchable peace,
And unfathomable tranquility.

The Risen

The Risen

The blank slate,
Yearning for your strokes,
To pain the way to the canvas
titled ‘Your Fate,’
Awaiting a gaze, a twitch;
A hand waiting…
For you to grasp, grip and grab onto;
An ember burning brightly,
To keep the fire within alive,
When all else around, and, within
has frozen over.
When everyone turns their back
on you;
When the only ending you seek
Is the one whose beginning is,
Beyond your memory’s reach.
When you cries and tears,
Failed to be heard and seen,
During your greatest hour of need.
Remember then and for eternity,
That soft beat,
The reassuring steady thump of your heart
beat,
Your thread to a life to be lived,
Like the one you dreamed of living.
The rhythm, that lets you,
Set the beat to the path,
You have chosen to walk.
Feel the strength of that beat resonate within,
The beat that controls the beast
that resides within.
Feel it shake you to your core
Stirring your free soaring spirit within;
And reach out for that blank slate,
And redefine your fate.
A fate that was once dictated by monotonous
actions;
And scale impenetrable barriers,
As constructed and construed,
By monotonous minds.
Free your soul,
Break the shackles
A society of fools once tied you down
with.
And discover a kaleidoscope called life,
You can call a legacy,
Filled with triumph, joy and success,
Learned, earned and built,
From all your mistakes, heartbreaks and loss.

Fighter

Fighter

Fight…
Fight with blind fury;
Fight to feel alive,
When all else is numb.
Fight to keep yourself awake,
And, in the game,
When all else seems dead and dissatisfied.
Fight like you always have,
Unrelenting, Unwavering.
Fight like there’s no tomorrow,
Even when you feel your bruises willing
you to quit.
Fight till the rage you built within,
Takes over you and reshapes you.
Fight, because nobody else will fight
for you.
Fight, because that’s all you have ever done,
To stay afloat for most of your life.
Fight yesterday, tomorrow and today,
When the reality you want keeps getting
submerged,
Under a mountain of obstacles.
Fight because you are all you have.
Fight because your fists and spirit paint a better picture
And right your wrongs.
Fight, because everyone else expects
you to cave and quit.
Fight because it’s the only way,
To remember you aren’t hollow within.
Fight because it’s your fire to control,
And set the world ablaze with.
Fight till you can’t,
Not because you chose to stop.
Fight,
Because the blood roaring in your ears,
Commands you to reveal your true self,
While drowning out the voices that hold
you behind.
Fight, because tomorrow is worth living for
Despite the signs.

The Victor’s Trail

Hey folks!

I hope life is treating you well & hope you’re all doing great. The last few months and weeks have been crazy hectic & crazy fantastical as well and I was fortunate enough to meet some pretty awesome folks in that time span. Moving along, I conjured this lil’ piece up a few days back, and I hope y’all enjoy it. This is for all you awesome people out there who are working your tails off to reach your goals and dreams, and I hope you get there without losing all your faith and hope! Dragons, this one is fer you!

The Victor’s Trail

The words in your head,
A constant murmur,
A constant mantra,
A constant…
Echoing ‘Failure is not an option.’
Looking at the trail,
You left behind,
Filled with failure and
broken remains,
And reminders of,
Everyone and Everything,
Intent and content,
With breaking your spirit
down,
Reminding you,
Of your shortcomings
At every turn, and every
step.
Yet, you fought them,
You stood tall and firm,
Resilient and steadfast,
You held on, you fought back,
With every ounce of strength,
Despite being at your wit’s end.
You rose,
Only to metamorphose,
Into who you are today.
You look ahead,
At the path before you,
With the same trepidation,
And hesitation you held yesterday.
The fear, the taunts,
The scars, ghosts and ghouls
Of days past,
Swarm around you,
In anticipation,
Of the day you finally throw
in the towel,
And get lured away to the
abyss of failure.
Take a moment,
Take a breath,
Remember them all,
Remember them well.
For the next time you open your
eyes,
Make sure to look at the path ahead,
And embrace all the unfriendly reminders,
Because they are a part of you,
And more importantly,
They are the bookmarks
of your success.
When you look ahead,
Remember how far you’ve
come.
And how much closer
The dreams,
That were once laughed at,
Ridiculed, questioned and dismissed,
As mere foolish dreams,
Are not too far away from your grasp.
Stoke those dying embers of
hope,
Because my friend,
The victor’s trail
Is not a bed of roses,
Nor a fairy tale…
But one filled with much struggle,
Heartbreak and despair,
And many a scar to remind you
Of who you are,
During the darkest of days,
And the loneliest of hours,
When you forget yourself.
The victor’s trail,
Is not about the destination,
But about the journey.
So with strength anew,
And faith and hope renewed,
Stride towards your dreams,
Without fear, without doubt
For one day,
Some day soon,
That moment you have been waiting for,
Will be yours.