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To let it be, that the world, borne of eternity,
Forlorn in apathy, may reject a destiny
Void of anything, in an impulse of ecstasy,
creating everything, including sentiency,
An observant entity born eclectically,
In brevity, to form a self-identity.
To intrepidly adorn value existensially,
Through empathy, worn aesthetically.
I know you think little of yourself. It is a lack of self-esteem and self-doubt, believing that you’re worthless, a burden to others by your mere presence, your mere existence, as if you’re not qualified to be born, not worthy of happiness or its pursuits, not enough to love or be loved. I know that at this point, you do not even want to believe in yourself, or be confident, or to have others believe in you, and I know you definitely don’t want them to encourage you.

I know this, because you are afraid.  It is, by its very nature, a fear that’s rooted itself so deep and entangled with your sense of being, that inexplicably, something you’ve grown to despise about yourself, growing into such a pleurisy, you do not know who you are without it, that even given the choice you would not part ways and simply leave the needless angst and worry behind.

I know this, because you are burdened. It is heavy to carry the weight of every fault, every mishap, every slight and moment streaming through your mind from every angle, not to enjoy in blissful memory but to dissect in order to ensure you’ve properly sequenced every negative potential, potential outcome, potential mistake, potential perception, potential consequence, so that you may find them, prepare for them, fix them, never repeat them, or simply know of to dwell on, in appeasement to that dissociated voice in your head, observing from on high, to pass judgement on whether you’ve lived up to higher standards than you’ve ever held anyone else.

I know this, because you are tired. It is exhausting to desire something that you feel you will never have, like spending every waking moment clawing at the moon in desperate attempts to catch it in your hands while your two feet are planted on this Earth only to sleep and be haunted by nightmares of finally having it in your grasp to let it slip away forever gone, tortured awake again in lucid anguish over being teased by the loss of your unattainable desire, and as the night darkens, having missed the moon for another night, your hope diminished and withered, you contemplate the only way you know how to rest, how to break the endless cycle of hoping and falling short, trying and failing, wanting and not having, you contemplate eternal slumber, the remedy to the tired, aching, and lasting wishes not come true.

I know this, because I was once this and a part of me will always be this. I see you because I was you and a part of me always will be you. I know this, and I still see good in you. I know this, and I still see value in you. I know this because I believe in you. I will stay with you, cheer for you, listen to you, speak to you, care for you, cherish you, value you, and have love for you. even if you’re gone I will not resent you, have hate for you, or feel betrayed by you. i do this for you, this piece of me, this side of me, this version of me, not all of me, the forever me, or the only me, and I’ve found a better remedy, to that which was ailing me.
I’ll have to work on this one. Trying to feel out the defensive mechanism at work. How we adapt disorder into our identity. Which can lead to one of two outcomes. We succumb to it, a victim, petrified. Or we overcome, a mastery, moving with it in its ebbs and flows.
Do you hear the muttering?
Foul and desperate falsities fencing through the air?
Do you hear them cluttering, in fickle clamor over futures in despair?
Certainly you hear them fluttering?
In a fervent dichotomy facing disrepair.
All I hear is fomented stuttering, Sowing division, in deleterious affair.
When feeling down, depressed, detached, isolated, or lonely, don’t forget everything you’re already a part of. Your family, your community, your country, the broader population of all humanity. Even if all of them leave you with a sense that you don’t belong, that you have no value, and that you are not worthy, remember that you’re not the first, nor the only, nor the last made to feel this suffering. Close your eyes for a moment, take a few deep breaths, and remember all that you do not see. Remember the all-pervading interdependence that weaves between all things. Remember the universe did not make an exception when bringing you to be, and you share an interconnected existence, same as everyone and everything. Remember that you are worthy and of value in the architecture of the universe and no one has the right nor the power to take that from you, not even you, and this is true, absolute, and forever it will be. Find yourself by knowing, feeling, observing, the others who smile in silent disdain, who wake up aching in their cores, rising to meet another day. Find yourself in those that have yet to come, for those that have yet to break, yet to despair. For it is there you’ll find yourself, in a place, in a time, preceded by all that is the past, amidst all that is current, so that you may find a way to ride the wave into the future and vibrate vibrantly for eternity. Find yourself in human history, the rise and fall of human societies, the historical human afflicted atrocities. Find yourself in the grand and universal architecture, for you are there, close your eyes, breath deeply, and may you see. May you find your strength, your will, your courage and let your heart be still. May you find it in yourself to take that torch, handed to you by those who battled doubt, were ostracized, those who before you, found a way out, to idealize, who against the darkened odds, kept on seeking better and brighter days. They’re waiting for you, but wish to see you flourish before you join them to perch upon eternity. Sometimes all they did was endure, and maintain dignity and grace. Or simply made attempts to change what many around them thought was just the way it would always be, who simply dreamed what those around them could not imagine, the ones who thought of you, who had yet to be, and your place in this universal scheme. Who found themselves in you and their hopes for all that you could be, who found themselves and let themselves believe. May you find yourself assured that simply being you is all you have to be and that it is okay, it is enough, and the universe will see. May you help carry forward the human legacy and bring forth humanity into a moralistic and heartfelt harmony.
A glorious ship sets sail,
Robust engines begin to fire.
A billowing cloud marks their trail
Whisking along, climbing higher.
Soon to find they’re moving frail,
Over-capacity, the engines tire.
Panic… passengers want to bail
Before the ships fatigue is dire.
“The ships too big to fail”,
Assured the disguised liar
Over the radio in a voice so stale,
He sold the tickets to every buyer.
Acting like there’s no need to worry
The crew continues out to sea,
News on board spreads in a hurry,
The passengers whisper quietly.
The crewman shouting, “all aboard!”,
They look around, only to see,
Transport of the vaulted horde
As their count exceeds capacity.
For profit loomed so temptingly,
Blighted the soul in greedy begrime,
Of that owner who sits at home,
The culprit in this unwatched crime
As the magistrate declared he’s free to roam.
Back on the ship, the haul is flooding,
So abrupt, they had no time.
Sinking further to the depths and sure to drown,
They let out a last and desperate horn to chime,
As water rising—muffled the sound.
“We’ll do everything we can!”,
Exclaims the man who’s pockets lined,
Pays off investigators to seal his plan,
A freak accident without blame to find,
Invisible strings puppeteer,
The death of thousands into happenstance,
Foul play at the hands of a financier,
Onto his next venture without a second glance.
Perhaps one day a corrected fate
Will rise in the eyes of history,
And right the legacy of our current state,
Shedding light on the darkness of the shadow of inequality.
Keep Rambling On
I fear I am but a prisoner trapped behind the bars of dissolution. My life has become no more than a mere shadow cast into the ever darkening realm of this world. I can feel the thread of of my belonging wither into nothing as I plunge deeper into the abyss of obsolescence, growing evermore withdrawn, evermore detached, and evermore secluded... I can taste the rot at the core of my existence, soon I fear all will be corroded. How do I escape these desolate chambers? Especially now... Now that I've lost the will to fight. I slipped so far into the abyss the darkness has occluded all signs of joy, fervor, and desire. God I beg of you, please remind me that there is much to endeavor in the world that I've forgotten. I beg of you, please remind the world that there is life yet in the soul that it has forgotten.
God Answered
Appended streams exhume the dreams that surface in conscious guide,
As photon beams augment the seams transmitters must abide.
The quantum strings of knotted ties,
Entangling's of worlds collide,
A vortex of spiraled rings,
In scattered sets convergent glide,
The convex spacial vacuuming's, synaptic points electrified,
A hex, insatiable, stochastically adjoins frequencies over-amplified, as complex oracle valuations weight choices to decide.
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