Tag Archives: reflection

Poetry Shenanigans – Monochromatic Lies while Technicolor Tries

Monochromatic Lies while Technicolor Tries

Train tracks,
Paper stacks,
Life keeps piling up.
Overworked, Underappreciated,
Nothing seems enough.
Words…
They build you up,
And raze you to the ground.
Never enough kind words,
To make a day, to help find a way.
Not enough silence,
To hear yourself scream and shout,
At the injustice of it all.
The voices and noises,
Of all those around,
Drowning out,
The most important voice and sound
of them all.
The one that lies within.
In all this confusion, 
In this ever growing haze,
In this deafening din,
Filled with chants in the guise of advice,
Telling you how to live your life,
You’ve lost all evidence,
Every single trace,
And have become yet another countless face,
That’s lost the way.
Forgotten the promises, 
You made to yourself along the way,
Of never compromising, 
Never relinquishing control.
All you remember,
Are the harsh words, the scoffing,
All the days and ways 
Your dreams were scoffed at,
And mercilessly squashed,
Your morale crushed beyond recognition,
You relented…you don’t know how or when,
But, you let them naysayers win.
And now every day is just another mundane one,
A scheduled day of activity and events,
A routine, a cycle,
With no room for spontaneity,
No spark of ingenuity or creativity fueled within.
All is not lost though,
You still feel it within,
You hear it calling, deep within.
Faint as it might be, it’s no hallucination.
Don’t lose your grip,
To your individuality.
In this world of bots and followers,
Don’t forget you can break free.
Let the haters and beraters unleash,
The bitterness that lies within.
You were built to withstand them all,
You were made to be better.
Hold on to that voice deep within,
That you hear ever so faintly, 
Ever so often,
Because you have a mark to make,
A few lives to change, 
And a legacy to leave behind,
For some to envy
And for others to follow.

SJ 

Poetry Shenanigans – Journey

Journey

Journeys begin with the smallest of steps,
Infinite, countless tiny steps.
Lives are spent chasing down dreams.
Most settle with the barest of dreams,
On their wishlist.
They believe they’ve reached their destinations.
Shortchanged? Premature? Tunnel vision? Lost?
Guess we’ll never know.
Just because you reach a destination,
Doesn’t mean the journey is complete.
Then there are the wanderers,
Blending with time and space,
Uprooted, displaced,
Thrown off the path,
They set out to carve and mark their place,
Only left turning in circles,
Eyes wide open taking in the sights,
No longer certain if they’ve fallen or risen,
Questioning their purpose, their very existence.
Feeling like the Universe’s exclusive jester,
Entertaining the whims and fancies,
Of a world blinded and deafened,
By the misery that’s torn it asunder.
Where hope is a rare sight, but a cherished one.
And so the wanderer wanders,
Where all the sights and sounds,
That once was home,
Is nothing but a fading mirage,
Slowly and steadily pulling the welcome mat,
Out from under the wanderer’s feet.
How do you find your way?
When the only way you’ve travelled, turns foreign?
Wanderers make the best storytellers.
It’s not their wisdom,
But the strife they hide behind twinkling smiles,
And in long strides, and supposed blasé attitudes,
That makes the tales of their journeys,
Timeless and worth the while.
They belong nowhere and to none,
Yet the world belongs to them.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Battle-Worn

In celebration of World Poetry Day, here’s a poem for one and for all. Happy writing & most importantly, happy muse hunting!

Battle-Worn

Rivulets of anger,
Tears of frustration and fear,
Music that just plays on,
These are the things,
Wars are built on.
Ravage, pillage,
Be a savage,
Ignore the screams,
Begging and pleading for mercy.
No survivors,
Only scars,
Only reminders,
To remind you time after time,
Of all that once was,
And all that’s now left behind. 

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Dictated Lies… Dictated Lives

Dictated Lies … Dictated Lives

The only beautiful
Anybody wants to be,
Is the kind they can control,
The kind that comes with
instructions and demos,
You know,
The kind you can fit in a box,
By relinquishing control,
And be told,
That this is for your benefit,
This will give you power
and control over your life,
Without losing your mind.
Convinced by a lie,
Where you’re told,
This is for you,
This is what you need,
To be better, stronger,
Exquisite, visible and striking,
To all those distracted and ignorant
eyes,
That never gave you a moment,
That just passed you by.
Another lie sold,
And you’re constantly told,
This is what makes heads turn,
This is what makes cities burn.
This is what power is.
All these empty promises,
Eat you up whole,
Gone are your dreams,
Gone is your passion,
Gone is that smile,
Once radiant, once hopeful,
In it’s place,
Is something rehearsed,
Something mechanical.
Gone are those things,
That once defined you as driven.
And that place deep within you,
Where there once was a soul,
All that’s left in it’s place,
Is a singed, gaping hole.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Home

Sometimes, we all need a reminder of the things that anchor & ground us. Here’s to celebrating that which let’s us find a piece of ourselves, when we’re all but lost, all that inspires us when we set out on our quests & journeys of discovery.

Home

It’s funny,
As time passes you by,
Regardless of where it is
you go,
Where your heart takes you,
And the paths that you follow,
One thing is for sure,
There will never be,
A place like home.

SJ

The Naked Truth

Well it’s Terrific Thursday and I have more Thots to share. You find inspiration in the oddest places sometimes…but then again, I’ll take any form of inspiration I get. By The All Spark! It’s one thing to procrastinate, but it’s a whole other cuppa tea when Inspiration flies out the door without letting you know.

Well as always, let me know what you think, if you have any comments or thots to share hit up the empty space after this post and feel free to express yourself!

The Naked Truth

Would you drift away?
Or, would you stay?
If I told you
All my fears,
And, the reasons
Behind countless,
Unstoppable tears?
Would you drift away?
Or, would you stay?
With every wall of mine
you break down,
With every piece of my
armor,
You disintegrate,
Until you finally uncover,
The version of me,
That is the truest version
of myself.
Would it terrify you?
Would it send you scurrying?
Or would it make no
difference?
Would you still see me the
same way?
As the one that stole your heart?
And not the one you left
behind,
Or, the one,
Who drifted away?
Would your eyes still light up?
Like a thousand stars?
When you finally see me,
Bare…in all my naked glory,
With no more masks to wear?
Or would they turn stone cold?
Would you stay?
If I told you all the ways I am
broken?
Trying to put all the broken
pieces together
To make a whole?
Or would you leave?
In search of better days,
In hopes of finding some
respite,
From the brutalities of life,
That made me who I am,
And made you,
Plain and simply…just you.

In Her Eyes

In Her Eyes

In her dreamy eyes,
Lay a promise.
To be held close.
A promise,
That she would never let go.
A look of finality,
Absolute clarity,
Emitting and radiating,
In that moment,
A sense of serenity.
Never before have those eyes,
Spoken words of such strength,
With such integrity,
And certainty.
In her eyes,
I find myself once more.
The lost traveller,
Stranded, abandoned, alone,
Who once set out,
On a journey of self discovery
and excitement,
Only to be turned around,
And misguided,
By the mirages along the way.
In her eyes,
I see once again,
The spark, the faith, the fire
That lights up the beacons
of hope,
Along the long abandoned
road,
To the countless dreams,
Bursting at the seams,
To come alive,
And fill this scraggly
traveller’s treasure box
With memories to last a lifetime,
Until I make it home.
In her eyes,
I see the beginning,
The end,
Infinity,
And eternity….

Eclipse

 

Eclipse

In my place,
In my tiny little head space,
I hold out…
I hold out for you,
I hold out for dreams.
I hold onto,
That tiny bit of hope,
Of better days,
Of seeing those shimmering,
Flickering, playful
Beams of the sun’s rays.
Paths crossed,
Lines crossed, mauled and,
forgotten.
And borders redrawn…
Traversing on a path,
Where the only solace,
And comfort in kind sought out,
Is that which I get from my
loneliness.
It begs the question,
Am I living the warrior’s dream?
Or am I on the monk’s journey?
Dreams realigned,
Goals seeming ever so far,
Ever so near,
Through the volley of tears,
Allaying and never quite
assaying your fears.
Where the chill of the winds
of trials and tribulations,
Eat away a little further,
A little deeper into your soul,
A little further into your bones.
Unshaken and unbridled.
Unperturbed by all the deep
gaping gashes and empty holes,
Scoured, unearthed, uprooted,
All in the name of progress,
In the name of surging forward,
Fighting for what’s rightfully
ours.
Pushing to reach,
The foretold light at the end
of the tunnel.
Regardless of whether it’s a
startling truth,
Or an ever resounding, eternal
lie.
They say perspective counts,
Outlook matters…
But what perspective and outlook,
Do you cast shadows of truth, faith
and hope on?
When all they have ever done,
Is corner you,
Sucker-punch you,
And leave you drifting?
How do fate and destiny,
Seem to have a lesson in store
for you?
When it bleeds your strength
away from you?
When it finds your lowest lows,
To be the perfect time,
To add on the hurdles,
The hurt and the pain?
All in the name of life lessons,
And learning to play the game?
When all the rules ever do,
Is leave us,
Chained and bound,
By the shackles of virtue,
Of principles and honor,
And a belief in being fair and just,
While all around us,
People seem to be twirling,
And reveling in results,
Borne out of injustice and,
manipulation?
So really,
How do you survive?
Do you live a double life?
Or do you give life to a double lie?
Or do you forsake it all,
And succumb to a life of lies?
Devoid of humanity,
Of clarity and purpose?

Knock Out

Knock Out

And some days,
The blows dealt by the world,
Are harder to accept,
To stand up to,
To block and defend against…
Breaking barriers,
Tearing down walls,
And ripping apart,
All that once was,
What we once thought.
The masks harder to slap
back on,
The excuses, stories and lies,
Getting weaker with every
passing moment.
Unforgiving,
Unrelenting,
With the harshness,
They bring in their wake.
Without a care,
About the wounds and scars
you carry.
And all you can do,
Is hold on,
With every inch of strength,
hope and faith.
That perhaps tomorrow,
Might just be the day,
The storm decided to move on,
And as always,
Chooses to leave you behind,
With the arduous task to pick up,
The shattered pieces and debris,
Left in it’s unforgiving wake.
However,
Every beginning,
Starts at an ending,
And every beginning,
Comes with a promising silver
lining,
And a reason to fight,
Through the depths and darkness,
Of all your pain and suffering.