A humbled wisdom,
holds a prehension of the world.
Knowledge holds its pride,
its expectation is one
of blatant obligation.
A clear burden
on the shoulders of men,
one wisdom seems to ease.
Let knowledge enrich you
but let wisdom fine-tune you
till you're a quality artisan.
Knowledge can't teach
what the wisdom
of common sense can deliver.
American media headlines
play the world's worst game
of telephone with the public.
The truth doesn’t need
a telephone to speak.
It needs eyes willing
to read entire articles.
Headlines lie to grab
your attention,
then pull you in
for gossips full of lies.
All before you've had
the chance to read for yourself.
Careful,
or you'll become
the echo chamber
of telephone truth.
Nature is the servant of man,
providing earth to plant,
providing everything.
Everything originates in nature,
our shelter,
our homes made of clay brick,
cement, wood, nails, and stone.
Nature provided each material for us,
for our enrichment, and our freedom.
It is the obligation of each man
living in human nature
to preserve nature as he chooses.
The blessings we don't see,
occur in nature.
Set your miseries to the side,
and be grateful
for what nature has provided.
Bound to everything you own and love.
A home, a family might bind you.
Freedom is a choice so honest,
we're even free to redefine free.
Freedom is a mentality,
understand it's an exchange.
Freedom does not come
without complexities.
It’s a well oiled machine
exchanging time and labor
for the opportunity to be free.
Home-bound isn’t the worst you can be,
but to say you’re not free
because of a complexity,
is the worst sort of mistake.
I pick up my head to see
everything surrounding me.
My eyes soak in this tiny town,
and it's cold spring splendor.
I think about God's perspective,
how vast his gaze must be.
A landscape of a mountain,
could be but hills to Him.
My singular two-eyed view
only has one story to tell,
but God has millions-
how can I compete?
I can't-
but I have my own story
to finish telling, to finish living.
The story of my life, God has written
in His grand perspective
and I'm fixed on writing this.
My heart, crushed by bitter ugliness,
who took the form of a familiar person.
A friend called him brother,
I called him stranger as his hands
slithered where they didn't belong.
Forgiveness?
What could it be?
I tried to be friendly
as this joke backfired on me.
Crushed, and trying to gather myself,
making sense of the situation.
Too young to understand,
too young to consent
to such an atrocious act.
How to forgive?
How to forgive?
Time changes everything,
through trauma
and flashbacks.
I look at the past through a lens,
as if it happened to another person.
Would I tell this child to forgive?
Never!
I would tell her to let
time heal her wounds,
but forgiveness is for
the greatest of friends and family.
For the first time in forever,
I felt joy:
A quiet miracle,
alone,
in my mind.
Family,
a couple's comradery,
a feeling of togetherness.
My wishes fade so far
in the moment of affection.
Everything I have is my focus.
To hold tight,
and let my heart wander to you,
as it does.
To let each dream of mine
come true in my own time.
At times,
one person,
and a second of faith,
is the push needed to achieve.
The world exists for me
and each rational creature in it.
I've built my world
in this messy house of mine;
a writer's trade,
a crafter's heart,
an engineer's home.
The idea in my mind telling me,
I do make a difference.
Who can stop me from success?
No one but myself,
getting in my own way.
My worth, my dominion,
doesn't count on anyone but me.
A new question is,
how do I get out of my dominion,
and into the universe?
I can't stop wanting more,
donating more,
taking less.
I'm forevermore looking to expand my world,
my worth, and my dominion.
Trying my hardest
to ease humanity's unseen illnesses.
Unsure of whether I'm making a difference or not,
I put myself out into the world of sickness.
I push past my fears
to find healing isn't so far from us.
Some have to leap through hoops to get help.
Fairness isn't awarded
to everyone without a support system.
It's wise for the ill know their options,
learn how to stay in a good mental-space,
to be an example for the less fortunate.
No one knows the power a person can possess
if you don't stick around long enough to see it.
So when their life is at risk,
I'll remind them of their strength,
I will not let them down!
The world stopped,
while gaining momentum,
stars crashed into the earth for me.
I saw so much more than black,
I saw stars of each color.
My awareness was amethyst
in an array of ways,
gorgeous, you could say.
I wish I saw myself this way.
Enamored by Aurora's
earthly nightlight,
I wonder if I could be her light.
Could I be capable of lighting
the room I walk in?
Could I be a purple glow
to catch your eye?