#actualization
the 7 led me back to my God Given throne
where I didn't have to hide from the evilness of the world.
mother couldn't love me the way i deeply craved
life was so mean to me, i almost lost my wonder...
until the 7 led me back to my power.
i started at the root, where my sense of self had been forgotten.
they mirrored back to me all parts within me the darkness wouldn't let me see.
i found pleasure in doing the small things moment to moment,
my purpose now was to bring unconditional love into these parts alive in me i was now discovering.
all these mirrored parts in these 7 individuals
the happy part,
the grumpy part,
the escapist,
the hiding one,
the most sensitive one,
my higher self and
my inner child.
bringing all these parts within me together into my wholeness was a great threat to the evilness
because once I knew of the combined power of my fragmented parts, evilness could never keep a hold of me.
unbeknownst to me a spiritual attack sent me back into the darkness.
I was waking up too fast into my power, so they put me back to ignorant sleep;
dead to these parts i was
unaware, numb, disconnected
until I found my way back outside in
kissed back to life by an angel...another me.
I got resuscitated back into enlightenment,
reincarnated into the same body after my ego death.
the old story is gone, now, I have space to create more magic.
I am now living lovingly, simultaneously with all these 7 parts of me, but this time happily ever after!
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
I'm self actualizing
Vibing
High fiving
Myself
As I cross the finish line
Thriving in success.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 11:25 PM UTC
"IF"
If life's
a
*****
I'd get
on
*******
it.
I'd get it dug
harder to
the
fullest
until I see
the
offspring,
baby
success.
For I'd
never rest
on my
oar until I
got what
I wanted.
If life's
journey what
takes us
through?
#c9_fm
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
Fear not the unknown
Rather, embrace its dark void
In it true self's found.
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
No matter what’s in store
Never stop becoming
Who you are at your core.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
Absent Motility Against Staid Inertia
impossible to describe listlessness
bedeviling this body electric aye attest
motivation to counter glumness
seizes motility temporarily
to stave off staid purposeless at best,
yet aware poetic obfuscation chest
barely delineates fierce hopelessness
assailing me,
when'r awake and/or at everest
feeding melancholy feedback loop
sparring against faintest
momentum - writhing psyche,
asper an unwelcome guest
emotional friction
bringing motionlessness,
where lunging futility
summoning ability
to muster joie de vivre
defeated willpower
no matter mental health
propped up
with pharmacological medications
prescribed by Doctor George Adams be hest,
yet tis NOT suicide, but general malaise
as if poison (or stung by a scorpion) jest
permeates thy being
sparking existential angst
hoop fully communicating figurative soffits
facilitating emotional bulwark lest
ye **** sitter
this lix spittled chap messed
up in the head, but also that empty nest
syndrome - aa bird den, and nefarious pest
disallowing merrily rowing my boat
subjected to turbulence that doth wrinkle
space/time continuum quest
punctuating any attempt
to take fig yurt heave Newtonian rest
without being assailed
of drab quotidian predictability
re: envious papa
towards daughters adventurous lives
he rejoices (albeit vicariously)
respective lives where offspring lasso lassitude,
viz both their electric kool aid acid test
how fate didst in vest
waning wily woebegone zest!
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
A is the first letter of the alphabet does it mean that it is number 1
Andreas begins with an A does this mean I am the number one son
All I know is when Mom selected my name I became fair game
Although “attention deficit” would be more apt just the same
Another thought to ponder is why I like to wander so much
Amazingly enough it's not what you think as such
Achievement is my middle name some say keener should be it
After much thought I have to agree that’s a better fit
Acclaimed I am not with no fame to call my own
Against the headwinds of life the door has many times been shown
An athlete I aspired to become a star in track no less
Aptly I would come up the rear once more with little success
Always the optimist my attention turned to girls
Ablaze that theory went even for those with curls
Aging has now firmly set in
Actualization now being taken for a spin
Awareness as to who I am
Allows me to confess I’d rather be a “Sam”
Anchors away I say
Additional admissions left for another day
Andreas Simic
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Hear my roar,
taste my bitterness,
feel my urges of temptation!
Oh, thou pain of acceptance,
Oh, thou cutting knifes of belonging..
So much for inclusion,
the most destroying illusion!
Have I been fearful?..
I certainly have!
Have I been pretending?..
To the uttermost!
yet, something disturbs me now..
My heart is torn apart,
a seed to arise,
an original to despise.
Growing through the mud here,
pass the lonely towers,
above the cities of void,
unto the edge of the universe,
and further into emptiness!
Only He can accept Me,
Only He can relate to Me,
and as faithful as the morning sun,
I’ll lay my life upon His Alter of Mercy.
Hear my roar,
taste my bitterness,
but behold!
I shall drink His water of redemption!
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
I am the soiled dove
Often used never loved
beginning from a tender age
I'd nothing else by which to gage
the aim and purpose of all the flatter
Love I thought was the heart of the matter
convinced myself heaven above
forgave this emotional love
let him control my life
thought I would be his wife
At a hundred parties, we'd attend
He loaned me out to all his friends
He told me this was proof that I loved him
Finally, I realized this life so grim
I used my body to gain love
it came like a bolt from above
I was just an object
treated with gross disrespect
fuck'm and the horse he rode in on
I'm taking back my pudendum
self-respect and declaring me myself
putting your love and bull **** on a shelf
I'll **** you if you ever touch me again
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
What would the sun do
if it wouldn’t give us light?
What would the moon do
if it didn’t illuminate the night?
One the eliminator of darkness
The other one makes it beautiful
We are all living with a purpose
Some know it
Some, unaware of the mysterious truth
Let’s face it
We are living a life of routines
Our days rushing one into the other
We are all ceasing without meaning
Existing, fading,
Waiting to be discovered...
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Though the first carried more miles, the second day of the hike was totally and unapologetically uphill.
When you ascend, hiking becomes the zen of endurance.
First, you are stripped of all the pleasures of hiking. Your excitement is boiled into lactic acid. Your love for the trail is baked, hardened and dehydrated into thoughts of laying down in the sun until the heat shrivels you into an unconscious raisin.
Try as you may to put on your “isn’t hiking just a slice of heaven?” face, strangers passing you on the downhill stride can only see your “PLEASE GOD, HELP ME OR ******* **** ME” face.
As much as hiking really is a small slice of heaven, there is no denying the living-death of taking 10 straight miles to the knees under the chaffing hell of a 50 pound sack in the relentless sun.
But when you’re back in an office, sitting on your cushy little ergonomic chair, you long for the sweat and the torture that forces your mind to the ankle deathtraps of mountain terrain. To the deep valley behind and below you, and the crystal basin at the foot of the granite Giants.
The worst thing you can do is ignore the pain—that makes it relentless. Instead you focus on the pain until you become it. The only thing left is the moment between each step, when you remember why you are here and what it is worth. Every time your foot touches dirt, it leaves twice the footprint. One on the mountain and another in your memory where you will safeguard the misery of your ascent and hold on for dear life. One day, when your knees are too weak and your body can no longer table your pack, all the pleasures and joys of the trail that you once thought dissipated in the steam of uphill toil will come rushing back with the magnified strength of every year between you and the present you once knew and respected enough to actually live.
And if you didn’t, if you let it only be pain to get through and not to focus or dwell on, then that is what it is and will always be. A dull memory of pain, dark and somber and incomplete.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC