Rise – Four

Soar you born eagle. Soar.
Let no shame be found within
As your spread your wings.
Break heights.
Invade the sky.
Fly high.
And even when the naysayers try to
Bring you down,
From your sky take a glance,
Know and realize
That the ground was never for you

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Dreams Money Can Buy?

**My Take…On Dreams**

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Dreams Money Can Buy

“I want it all!”

Luxuries. Luxuries everywhere.

“I want it all so I won’t have to care

About the worries of the world because my cares would’ve been met.

Substantially. Excessively. Completely. Wholly.”

 

Hands everywhere. Hands grabbing. Hands flailing.

Madness crying from all pores of the materialistic as they

Pine for the lavish. As they crave the luxurious.

As they hunger for the shiny gold at the end of their

Dream-chasing, back-breaking rainbow.

 

Dollar, dollar, dollar. They all want the dollar.

The dollar that comes with no stress.

The dollar that’ll buy that Vera Wang dress

Today, tomorrow, and forever.

The dollar bill that’ll drive a human mad enough to kill.

 

They want the worries of the world, washed down by the riches.

They want the pain to be healed by the sudden fame.

The accolades and the Escalades will suddenly cascade into their lives

Bringing back their wives and settling their husbands.

They crave for riches – their “Promise Land”.

 

Dreams money can buy. That’s all they see.

Dreams money can buy…does not seem like a reality.

More like a futile fantasy in the minds of the trapped.

An empty promise seeded in their heads as they slave away

In that little boxed office until they’re dead.

 

Money won’t give you your dreams.

Fame won’t fix what’s broken.

Gold is no painkiller. Diamonds are no healing pill.

Dig deeper than that. Travel the path less taken.

Dreams money can buy? Don’t be mistaken.

 

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Greatness – More than the Average.

 

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Photographers, artists, poets: show us GREATNESS.

 

*Something a little different today. A poetic attempt at defining greatness.*

 

Greatness

The behemoth. The giant.

Gigantor – the one and only.

The one who’s been ordained close to holy

All because of his stature – as colossal as it is.

All the tiny minions look upon him and cower in awe and wonder.

“He’s the one. He’s the great.” – They mutter. They gasp.

Their mouths open wide as he flexes his grasp

In front of the little ones. The people. The humans.

The humans call him great. He sees himself and says

“Greatness? Me?”

He nods.

“Greatness. Me.”

“Greatness is Me.”

But is Greatness really the great big monster we can’t comprehend?

Is it really the big mystery which seems to have no end?

I think not. Really. I think not.

I think we have forgotten. Yes. We’re quite lost.

Greatness is not defined by the size we see with our eyes.

Greatness is sized up by the actions, the words, the feats of one

Who chose to despise

The ways of being normal. The life of being plain.

Greatness was in King David when he defeated the great giant

That towered over him.

Greatness was in the people, the ‘weird’ people, who chose to

Chase their dreams and use their talents whilst others were too busy

Falling, tripping, and stumbling on the corporate ladder to nowhere.

Greatness is in those who choose to perservere.

It’s in those who stand even when life says “Sit”,

Who make a big something out of a little “it”.

Greatness knows no size. Greatness knows no form.

Greatness wondering around waiting to explode in the life of another

Human being who has seen that life can mean

So much more

If you just learn to strive for a little more

Than the average Joe.

I’ll speak to that.

Bad Medicine For A Broken Heart

*** The DownLow ***

Before we assume things…this is NOT a reflection of what’s going on in my life. The title popped into my mind whilst I was reflecting on a few failed relationships I’ve witnessed. So during a calculus class – yes, accept it – I wrote this poem. Since it’s been a while since I’ve posted…I decided to share it with you all 🙂

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Broken. Hurting. Heart Broken.

Heart Hurting.

Numb feeling ebbing away into the world of

Reality. Reality sets in with pain

So slow. So fast. So real.

Mind whirring. Thoughts ticking. Ticking

With time.

Time knows no pain. Time knows no agenda but

That of its own which ultimately owns

This world.

Time. Time to reverse that moment

Where it all went wrong.

Wrong from right. Right never to be seen

Again.

Again I sit. Here I sit staring. Staring at a

Bottle…container…Your name on the label.

No prescription. No medical prohibition but

Hey.

Hey. Why not just…pop a lid and take a few.

Pull out my phone and text you.

Run back to a door so tightly shut

Pry it open – oh what a rut I’ve encountered.

It’s not good. No not good at all.

Bad medicine for my heart.

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