Selfish Selflessness

to write of happiness

when in a state of unhappiness

comes your writers block

so afriad

to dig so deep

terrified of what you might uncover

recovering artifacts

long ago forgotten

pushed down,

supressed,

distracted

they never really left

only hidden

to re-emerge during the next big crisis

or perhaps to cause it

so when we feel we have found happiness

have we?

do we know what true elation feels like?

do we understand true appreciation,

self-devotion or self-gratitude?

are we at peace with our entity?

First step, living in self-love.

  

You Passed Me Your Flashlight

to find strength in those who are different
for they shed light in places we forgot
blind eyes seeing visions of repetition
habitual unconsciousness

not to hate that which you do
but to become so focused
to no longer see on either side

running past helping hands
and kind eyes
so take that second to breathe
take in your amazing surroundings
and focus on experiencing something new

but to not look at all
is no excuse except inability
to be vulnerable to change

unhappiness no excuse,
too many reasons happiness exists
we learn our appreciation
and in return, we love

for love never runs nor hides
love is there, eternally yours.
         

If I Am A Mirror

If I am this mirror, than who am I? What thoughts are actually a hundred percent my own? This is too confusing. I need to catch up. I don't want to be the moon, just a reflection. I don't want to be a false entity. 
I want to be truer than true; Bright, white and beautiful. I want to be honesty. I want to be love. I want to be forgiveness and trust. I want to be thoughtfulness and ambition, beauty and strength. I want to be all the attributes needed to help my fellow souls. I want them to feel the immensity of all they can access and all they can deliver. 
That is the type off mirror I want to be.  

Sacred [Winged] Beauty

so tired of talking,
my mouth has run dry.

the age of listening has dawned
let us bow out our egos
for their era has ended
too smart to be tricked, used or seduced

we've outgrown our young, naive ways
spreading our wings
and ascending into the aethers

you may chose what you will
but be advised
as what seems popular today
will surely disappear tomorrow
so choose not fad nor trend
but choose heart
most sacred desires

for when listening to oneself
presented before you your truest beauty
all the beauty you hold
and all the beauty you share.

Broken Crown

The new song by Mumford and Sons is truly poetic;


Touch my mouth and hold my tongue
I'll never be your chosen one
I'll be home safely tucked away
Well You can't tempt me if I don't see the day

The pull on my flesh was just too strong
Stifled the choice and the air in my lungs
Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
'Cause when I opened my body I breathe in a lie

I will not speak of your sins
There was a way out for him
The mirror shows not
Your values are all shot

But oh my heart, was flawed I knew my weakness
So hold my hand consign me not to darkness

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I took the road and I fucked it all away
Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace

So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I can take the road and I can fuck it all away
But in this twilight, our choices seal our fate