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MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Every moment is a gift,
So accept this moment.

Fear comes from the past,
And is projected into the future.
If you choose to live now,
The world will look so much brighter.

Accept this gift,
And live in the moment.

Overthinking again.
An insanity of my own making.
Separate from the universe’s song,
All these moments will soon be gone.

This will not happen again.

These thoughts do not serve me,
Why do I keep doing this to me?

I need to let go,
And sway to the music.

The universe is singing to me.
Listen to that old sweet melody.
Move to the rhythm of the music.
Let it pass through body, mind and spirit.

Unify this separate spirit.
Sway to the music.

I hear the hum of Saturn,
Resonating inside of me.
The stars they sing out,
Verses from a healing remedy.

I am,
An instrument,
In sync,
With the moment.

Sway to the music.
Witness the in-between scenes behind every moment.

Accept this holy gift.

I am an instrument in the universe’s hands,
Guide me through all the sacred cords.
Surrendering to the will of something bigger than me,
Joining in as the planets sing that ancient melody.
Feeling the unification of body, mind and spirit,
Swaying to the rhythm and the echo of the music.

Sway to the music.
Choose to live in this moment.

Accept this holy gift,
Receive enlightenment.
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Eating the universe’s cinnamon roll,
Trying to bite into the center.
The edge is not so sweet,
But it is worth all the effort.
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
Every cell holds a sacred memory.
Learn the language of the body.
It speaks when you ask it to.
Lend an ear to yourself,
Start listening to yourself.

The secret is right here.
Coded within every fibre.
Humanity's greatest treasure.
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
Have we forgotten how to dream? To see the world through ourselves? The place we used to be is now lost. When we were children we knew where that was.
Before we knew the world, we only knew ourselves; then we became aware of the world. The dream became the reality, and the reality became the dream.

This dream has to be real, because it is all I've ever known.
It is hard to let go and fall right in, and go to places I've never been.

At night when we close my eyes, I dream of the place that we used to be.
When I sleep I remember who I am, but when I awaken I forget again.

The rabbit will take us there. Let's all go and chase the rabbit.
The hole only gets larger.

It is larger than you can imagine. You will never truly grasp the bottom.

The rabbit's leading us down the hole,
How deep down can this rabbit burrow?
We're beginning to see from the in,
We will never see out again.

We are falling down the rabbit hole.
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
We can't see the top,
And we can't find the bottom.
We're looking from the in,
Going to places we've never been.
We're learning to dream again.

Follow the rabbit down the hole,
Into the unknown we go.
What is real? Is it what we believe to be real? Or is there something more real than what we think is real?
Ask why before you die
Seek answers don’t just cry  
Don’t just accept what people say
Resolve to nd out the Truth today

Who are you and why are you here?
Why this birth? Who got you here?
Are you just meant to live and die?
Is there a purpose? Find out why

What is death, what is the end?
The body dies, it is just a bend
I never die, I will live on
But where will I go, will I be reborn?

Where is God and who is He?
Is it he or is it she?  
I want to nd where is heaven and hell
I am seeking answers, who will tell!

Am I the body, mind or Soul?
What is it that makes me whole?  
Am I the ego, who says I?  
I want to nd out who am I  

What is this thing called life?
So much joy and so much strife
Is it real or just a show?
Where we come and then we go?

Who created this earth, who created the sky?
Was it just a bang, oh my!  
How could all this just come about?
There must be a Creator, there is no doubt!

Is there a law that keeps a track?  
Whatever we do, it will come back
Or will we escape from all our sins?
And have no rewards for all our wins

What causes us to be happy and to be sad?  
Is it true that desires are bad?
Can we be happy with joy and peace?  
Removing cravings, the big disease

Is our mind our friend or foe?
Will it help us cross the shore?  
Is it a monkey that makes us blink?  
And does it make us in ignorance sink?
If Success was Happiness
     Then achievers would be glad
  But look around and you will find
       That many of them are sad

   Of course, Achievement gives joy
        And excitement, oh boy!
But when our need becomes our greed
        To misery, this will lead

  The whole world is chasing Success
     Everyone wants achievement
Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose
        There is no Contentment

   Why do people want to succeed?  
       Why is everyone in a race?
   The Truth is that we want to win
  So that there is a smile on our face

      But though we win, we are not glad
            We have money, why are we sad?  
         Happiness is not money, the sages said
        It's sleeping soundly when you are in bed

       We hear of suicides in the homes of the rich
       If they were Happy, then why this glitch?  
    Although they are achievers, this fact we know
       They are not Happy, their face has no glow

      If successful, but unhappy, what is the use?  
     Winning or smiling, what would you choose?  
       The purpose of Success is for us to be glad
     What is the use of winning, if it makes us sad?  

       Happiness is something different, we learn
         Not just money that we earn and burn
      Happiness is built on a foundation of peace
       Then we are blissful like waves in the seas

        Look around at the people who are glad
      They live in the moment, they are never sad
      They don't swing from the future to the past
        They are the ones whose Happiness lasts
MisfitOfSociety Jul 2019
I’ve been,
Crawling,
Down on the dirt,
On my abdomen.
Searching,
For a tree,
To hang from,
To set the butterfly free.

This skin I wear,
Encases me,
When I’ve molted,
I will be free.
I will wiggle off the confounds,
Of bone and flesh,
Of space and time,
And of birth and death.

I was once,
A baby larva.
Eating my birth leaf.
I was so small and hungry then,
But I have eaten enough now.
It’s time to harden,
This old soft skin.

When I pass,
Through this knot,
In the infinite,
Line of life.
I will squirm out of my biology,
Taking on a whole new body.
That’s beyond all senses,
Beyond our limitations,
Beyond our imaginations!

Butterfly!
You call to me!
Butterfly!
You will be free!
Your time has come,
You have been waiting,
For this moment,
To break out!

That inner beauty is shining through,
Becoming that apparatus that moves you!
Listen to the rhythm of the beating butterfly wings!

Am I,
Just an isolated ray of sunshine,
Or am I,
The one behind the sun?
Am I,
Just some burden for light to bare,
Or am I,
The one who will bare the light?
Am I,
Just some insignificant speck,
On a spinning ball?
Or am I,
Something so much more?

I tricked myself so long ago,
Thought I was nothing more,
Than a worm on a tree,
Stuck to the a sphere,
Spinning out to nowhere.
This body is just an egg,
That encapsulates me,
Soon it will hatch,
And I will be free.

We are all larva,
We all have a butterfly.
Come and crawl with me,
Get down on your abdomen,
We are going to find a tree,
To hang from upside down,
And set the butterfly free.
Alexis karpouzos Jul 2019
Don't tell me the stars
stopped the dream.
Don't tell me the birds don't fly.
Don't tell me the kids stopped crying.
Don't tell me the lovers are lost.
Observes the wonders
as they occur around you.
Listen blessings dropping
their blossoms around you.
Ordeezy Jul 2019
What if God was a man, like mortal beings
He would be a man feared by kings
He would awe the world by doing unspeakable things,
The world will know of his name
Atheist would try but science can't explain.
If God was a man,
He would seat on the throne of dilemma
Trying to answer the prayers of every man
The common man who prays for good health
For business sake, the coffin maker prays for death,
The common man who prays for peace in his place
The lawyer who prays for his case.
If God was a man,
One that I can touch this close
If man propose, how dare he dispose!
Isn't he human like us?
Why does he find joy in our loss?
If God was a man,
Would he also fall in love?
Would that explain the birth of his son?
When he dies where will he go?
Would he tell us world secrets no one knows?
If God was a man,
Would we see him as God?
Would you believe if he performed miracles as God?
Or if he spoke in a heavenly voice?
Would you rather think
he is just a man seeking fame by force
Justin Aptaker Jun 2019
i made supplication
to my heart
to my very heart

thudding and flopping
chambered
apart

i prayed to the flesh
how the spirit gives way
i set up my altar
i found beasts to slay

i asked only that
the beat would go on
my glistening, grinding
red ***** song

but the flesh made no answer
as if by design
the Universe tune
is ever so fine

i smashed up my idols
i burned up my books
i cast to an early grave
the high and proud looks

and the Universe met me there
and It said, “I’m Alive”
and It beat like a steady heart
that was keeping good Time

and It entered pact with me
a civil cease-fire
after It had destroyed me
and a new breath inspired

i’m cutting my ties again
i’m burning those old bridges
around the world and home again
i’m making decisions
Written by Justin Aptaker ca. 2011 - 2014
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