#innate
It's scary some times, anxieties plenty yet still
Of which we do what we must
A job? Nay, vocation
A calling
The betterment of men
We are meant more than this
The insistence of consistence
The soul is screaming
Don't forget your true calling
To be aware of the difference from I
Their childlike wonder, empathy, healer, believer, the love of God and fellow men, you care you care you care you care
you care you care
you care
You Care.
And aware,
Harmony and beauty you bring, a flame to light the way with your presence,
share your spark and the warmth.
Empathy.
"How about we try some needs gap analysis?
Let's try to envisaging where we will be 5 years from now..."
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
is my wish what i really want?
are your kisses really that soft or are my memories unreliable
all this time i was unviable but now the tides changed
if the overcast can fade then so can the return of the grey
my impressionable mind molded by stoic time
the inescapable vines consume my innate drive
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 10:04 AM UTC
as twilight set in
crickets began chorusing
a sameness of song
in their nature its innate
to be well synchronized
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 4:10 AM UTC
and you question, "how does she do it!" -
these golden girls are mighty pretty.
but darling don't exclude yourself, haven't you known that the elements are elementary?
now go upstairs and mine in your room.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
We are all flowers in the end,
meant to bend,
or break
and go dancing in the wind.
We are all particles of lights,
crashing against time
like waves crash against the shore.
We are all snowflakes in a storm,
fluttering flurries that will melt
when it gets warm.
We are stories, minor memories
that are fading,
fading, fading
still glowing,
but knowing
that the days of dimming
will come,
that we will run
straight into
me, you, and eternity,
into
me, you, and infinity.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
We look different.
Yet we are the same people.
We each desire to love and be loved.
We each desire to belong and let others know they belong.
We each have gifts, talents, strengths and weaknesses.
We each have something innate within each of us
It supports us, leads us, guides and protects us along the way.
We each desire to know, seek and find peace.
Not only for ourselves do we hope for all of this
This yearning extends to our children, grandchildren
And to all of our generations to come.
In this way, we are the same, all over the world.
May peace and joy be with you and your loved ones
This beautiful holiday season
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
I am that which must always overcome itself.
Every morning I will wake up and tear down what I've built.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
What is being smart?
I've always wondered
Is it having innate talent?
Or being exceedingly knowledgeable?
Perhaps, having the skills to survive in one's society?
...
Is it a special skill?
Is it something that can be cultivated?
Is it limited to certain people?
...
So what is it?
...
...
...
I'd really like to know
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
I held scissors between my hands yesterday's night,
I cut a heart out of cardboard,
gave it a shower,
tucked it to bed,
sang to it a couple beats
and buried it in my chest.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC
late in the afternoon
a storm hawk
sounded his prophetic tune
within his blood
an inkling of the weather
which would prevail
his clarion call
went o'er the landscape
from a vantage point
high in a gumtree
it reverberated
so liberally
inside the hour
on the hills
and in the steep ravines
gullies rushed
in fast moving streams
he knew the weather drill
he knew it well
when skies would
spill a raining
gill
his predictive powers
sensed moisture
being about
hence his calling
resounded
in an innate vein
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 9:18 PM UTC
of an innate perception
the squawking hawk's morning cry
he felt rain within his veins
arriving by night
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
You are a Star.
It is natural.
The Being.
When you see yourself
Then you start from within
The core, the being
ever shining
You used to see the Being
You used to feel the Being
You do things as you know the Being
You are bright even then
Now you are the Being
A Star, ever shining
Brightness piercing
Incredibly unique
Mysteriously unmatched
That even in the Light of other Beings
You are clearly seen
I Am clearly seen.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
In silence,
you hear me.
In silence,
walk with me.
Fear not,
to feel.
Yes,
I am real.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
The words run through my veins
innate to me like blood.
Thick, gooey flowing through my head;
my body.
Like when a nurse takes blood to save lives,
I bleed my words onto the paper to save myself.
To save others.
The way a person needs a pint of blood,
I need a poem.
I need words to give me hope.
Words, words,
words.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Can love suffice,
my breaking ice, heart.
Sometimes so bright,
others whisper of my light,
without presence of a cloud,
facade premises allowed,
darkness innate,
tis sins fate,
to worry and strife with only pre-assumed might,
lovers fight.
Can seasons conceal,
realistic reals?
fading blossom and bloom,
twelve full moons.
Leaves rustle and brown,
people age and clown,
we live, we hope,
for a way around the moat,
to gain castles entry,
in this new century,
to proceed without fear,
behind technological austere,
expression both grave,
and brave, crave, gave, grave, slave..
why do we revolve,
around loves sweet resolve?
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC