The mind and the Heart

Separate entities: the mind, the heart

The mind: unbending, direct, envisioning, sound, logical, uncanny, skeptical.

 The heart: loose, faltering, desire-driven, attached, unsure, craving.

When unified: humane, courageous, risk taking, ambitious, eager, genuine passion.

 We learn through our trials and realizations that we can be capable of adjusting our perceptions. We can believe others have goodness and we can become non judgmental. 

 Thus we build our own internal character by intertwining our mind and heart to not just show compassion, but to live our words. We pass on the notion of selfish antics and we become human; what we were meant to be all along. 

Needs and Wants

You want something so bad that you begin to need it, because of the want, it becomes a need. I want to feel human again, to fall in love to get hurt to cry away the pain. I don't mind to fall hard, I just want to feel. Maybe one day I will see that the pain was worth it because it will make me feel alive again. 

We live our days in minutes and hours, we build ourselves because we have nothing else, it keeps us busy preoccupied. 

Moments of humanity are far greater than any path toward money.

We are individuals, capable of understanding ourselves on a deeper level and building our inner self confidence. However, we allow the collective part of society hinder our perceptions. Our subconscious, seeps ideas into our very individual natures and we begin to consciously make decisions based on internal notions that we didn't even realize has a profound effect on us. Our easy jobs we stick to them because society has formulated this concept of needing to work to pay the bills and we brush the very essence of our individualism: it could have been a passion of ours- that's why most people are miserable in their jobs or stick to what they know because it's our comfort zone because we hear that so much we make it a part of our lives. 

Being a true individual is to think on your own to figure out what's right for you to grow and no one else. Same goes for love. For instance, we get into relationships stay in some forfeit others, we state I can't be with that person and move on. Is that us talking or is it the songs, other past relationships, friends relationship stories that bring us to this conclusion. So I say screw it all! Perhaps these stories are actually showing us that we need to do the total opposite. 

To be an individual and love is to be with someone you cannot be with, defy everything you have been afraid of and to risk it all (love, work personal- then you can truly know if that's the best for you)  It will only work if you are in a state to let it work, meaning nothing is holding you down, you have to be free to do this kind of move, and then you'll know and only then will you truly know.

Broken Seeds

Innocence has been buried with the lives that have been lost
When children's' lives are about playing with guns to mimic and foreshadow their future roles in a forgotten land.

Then all hope has been demolished
With the olive trees that surrounded peace
Uprooted by grim stones of seduction
Which has been laid to rest with the unborn child
With the birth of a generation that no longer has childhood
That cannot have a longing for what is yet to come.
Marching soldiers and tanks is in their sight
Their future is a war that they do not understand.
Thrown in without knowing
It's a world that's not their own
Their eyes only see what it can comprehend.
Its force creates monsters
When their fed stories and images of death,
While their hunger grows deep within,
No longer the joys of sweetness,
But bitter awakening to a world that has stolen and raped their mind
Of wonders that they will never know
Of dreams that they will never summon.
As the armed draws them in,
With blind eyes we see,
And with faulty hearts we feel
Nothing can comprehend what cannot be felt.
On bent knees we bow,
With teary eyes we give,
The child will not answer our calls.

Wingless

I am a bird that has lost its wings

Flightless

I cry in pain for I am bound

Drifting slowly into solitude

Pushed

The weight of stupidity doesn't wait

Broken

Mimicking awaiting flocks

We are alike

We break no boundaries

We desire no goal

We wait for another

To do what seems necessary

I am a flightless bird

No wings, no wonders

I have chosen

Will you wait with me?

Endless

I lack in my heart what I cannot give
Ideal statements plunder through pierced lips
Agony trails behind trenches of greed
Solemn binds, everlastingly live
Weakened await foul play
Blinking wonders trail behind
Shuttered glows blown through seldom may
Awaken sickened souls
That mean no harm
Portrayals of sweet painless thoughts,
Believing seems enough rolls
Away into bottomless pits
No one hears their cry.
I cannot have what I cannot give.
Weary eyed, we try once again
And thus the cycle begets.

Downfall

It hurts to remember

I don’t want to remember

What have I become

Nothing

I am nothing

Deep

Seeking pity

Nothing

Where has the strength gone?

Falling useless pits of agony

Streaks of salt touch warm shadows

What am I?

Silent eyes blinking at a reflected image

Am I what I do not seem?

I have lived and I am living.

We wonder what we are

And forget what we can become

We fear more what we can see than the unknown

Shame laughs at our sorrow

Seeking pleasure from our downfalls,

We rise to meet the welcome.

Seekers of the Truth

"Sometimes I write not for myself, I writer for the truth."

Provoked by the innocent

A sudden awakening

Jolted numbers wash ashore

Lifeless treads across concrete jungles

Mask petty desires of an open hand.

Gulps of shallow air

Reaking drafts pulling in

Floating souls below broken-winged doves

 Silence burdens weighted lips

A pen's stroke soon lifted

Still motions grasped violently

A single mark outnumbered

By shunned laughter along distant waves.

Among few, truth is sought

Outdated falsehoods are swept aside

The temperament of the heart confounded

Although single drops of hope remains

Flush of certainty it will become.