This is the world of 2017,
Are people getting more mean?
It's the rise of the noun vertical,
I don't know anyone not egotistical,
Maybe it's the people I mix with,
Or am I collecting dipsticks?
Let's practise spirituality practical,
In 2017, "I" equals egotistical........
There's a serenity in all of the chaos.
A calm within the roar of the waves.
A frozen heart beating inside an inferno.
A shadow beneath the illuminance of rays.
There's a thundering silence in all the noise.
A dulcet tranquil in the eye of the storm.
A faint scrawl on the blank of a page.
A feeling of home in the strangeness of a dorm.
There's a hint of truth in every artistic lie.
A foreshadowing of the future hidden in the past.
A glimmer of a tear in every moment of joy.
A sense of triumph even in finishing last.
There's a bitter tinge in the heavenly delish of sweet.
A lasting perfume of life on the stone of a grave.
A trace of youth in the smile of the old.
A sparkle of freedom in the eyes of a slave.
There's a ripple of bravery in the tremble of fear.
A fuzzy warmth in the embrace of the rain.
A hope of luxury in the dreams of the penniless.
A shade of humility in the swaggering of the vain.
There's a subtlety of violence in the acts of the kind.
An implicit sacrifice behind every advance.
A whisper of melody in the harmony of a human soul.
A flickering doubt in the faith of a religious stance.
There are butterflies fluttering in the orchard.
Dear narcissus in full bloom.
Take a moment to glimpse the beauty.
For its fleeting, they will be gone too soon.
They wanted Success
They wanted Fulfillment
They wanted to be Accepted
They wanted Comfort
Some wanted to be praised for their Looks.....
Certain parts of their bodies
That they weren't allowed to Display in Public.
But few of them were Spiritual Warriors.
If they were told that they needed to be taxed
To fight a Terrorist Enemy
They'd readily believe it,
If they were told that the Terrorist Enemy
Had become an Infection
Within their own Psyches,
They would Run Away
Or go Get High.
If the entire planet rises to a spiritual awakening, wars will fade and activism will no longer need to take place for the protection of environmental and economic crisis. Humans will see spirits instead of bodies, and our existence will seem as if an ego never took part of our conscious.
Singularly, literally illusion
perspective is the falsness of i am one.
perspective of me, as if every one else is none.
Like one is me and i matter most
when this individual body is only a host
For the collective thought that I seem to convey
when i reach in to my heart to find the way
I continue to try and travel
find my way deep in side my mind
I wager internal battles
But there are so many blocks to find
so many different blocks send out sound
vibration. they build fences in my feilds
put caps on my cups.
They Block my heart out
and they stop my flow up
When you look in the mirror, what is it you see?
Do you see your face or the face of someone else?
How well do you really know yourself?
Who are you?
Who am I?
When you walk down the street
And other people see you
What do they see?
Do they see your facade?
Do they know the real you?
Do you know the real you?