Stripped

Stripped of my integrity,
Seeking financial furosity,
Business over loaylty,
No second thought about the damage and impact on me,
The inevitable birth of lingering and severe paranoia and insecurity.
Thinking only of gain by influence,
Taking advantage of my innocence,
Disregarding the harmful potential of negligence.

Lane

Who has been in touch?
Whose asked you how you are?
Who knows you are hurting even if physically they are apart from a far?
Whose true in your life?
Gifted or cursed with the all knowing of your current reality,
Tolerant enough to stick around through all notions,
Being emersed alongside you through euphoria or brutality?
Many today are entertaining the smokes and mirrors charade,
Only showing their best cards,
Once a fool to this sorcery,
I self measured sparring with the bullshit,
But now I want all out anf to be rid,
Washing my hands,
No part of it,
My Pinocchio sparks curiosity,
Into the world of celebrity,
But the craft of orchestrating or hiding from paparazzi,
I acknowledge and thank is lightyears away from me,
So why reveal anything,
Essentially to nobody,
Once fooled such networks were made to document,
When on the contrary they are built for the business of popularity,
And I seek not a spotlight upon me,
I will engage privately,
Especially with imagery,
But my minds often constraints me,
Regurgitating unwanted mental photographic projection,
That I only know to express in metaphors,
Blogs and poetry,
I must release to give my head space,
For turbulent matters to wreak havoc and pace,
Where people can choose to check in to learn and relate,
This worded place has no ladder to popularity,
No motive but to seek mental clarity.
Real is personal and direct,
A transferable transaction,
Hosted privately.
The act of back and forth,
Must flow that way precisely,
Frequency changes,
I believe are bound to occur,
But now older and less naive,
I acknowledge can result in permanent damage,
And irretrievable wreckage.
Who stuck to you like glue in your past,
So tight you never dared doubt that the bond may not last?
Who is in your present?
Are they a gift or a blooded tyrant?
Who will journey with you to the days ahead and unknown?
Memories fade,
Sometimes a blessing when practicing forgiveness.
Yet burdened scars bare permanent marks carried to the grave,
External or internal,
Some pain never drains,
Forever holding us hostage,
A haunting hold passed through bloodline,
Most complex without the hold of remembrance,
As triggers to avoid,
We know not,
Yet decclining emotion,
Mental stability,
We loose,
Confused we try to facade,
To cling to dignity,
From pressures of certain public persona,
As if wearing fragile emotion is a disability.
How do you weigh,
Measure,
The impact of bumping heads?
When trying to avoid conflict,
Yet acquire self respect,
Whilst acknowledging your worth?
The only inevitability in life as far as I see is death,
If you have entered this world as yet.
Being mindful,
Is not to revel in regret,
Or sit and wait for what hasn’t evolved yet,
Nor have to try too hard in relationships,
But to perhaps simply accept that sail has slipped and shipped,
And that’s ok,
If love was once shared,
It will always be there,
Even if unbeknownst,
Or unawear,
Worms meat is biogradable,
The universes capacity to treasure and share is amongst us and obtainable beyond our power out there,
But when trust is lost,
Your heart is ripped,
With no owned responsibility,
Warranted apology,
Palatable explanation,
And when no ofference has sincerely been made to truely fix it,
Redemption,
A line must be drawn,
For our tiny mind expantion is not infinite.
We are intended to always be on the move,
Going backwards isn’t easy,
Yet somewhow we all do it,
Nor is being in a spin,
Yet we all get stuck in loops,
There is absolutely no point in side stepping,
Going forward is the intention, And in my opinion not a cliche but accuracy,
Life is a marathon,
Learning many lessons as you march on.
In my lane there is room for support,
But now especially,
No room for baggage,
Being dropped myself too many times,
It pains me to reach this point,
But a door mat I am not!
I am pure and full of love,
I am light,
But not a star to stay constant for whomever,
Whatever,
No matter what and whenever,
My lane form is turning narrow,
With love I intend to part from many of you with one last hoorah,
Not maliciously,
Nor with sorrow,
But independently,
For a brighter tomorrow,
Deserved and contained,
Pastures new,
If you are part of my life,
You’ll personally know it,
Because you’ll be in my lane.

Gift

Without the opportunity of reflection,
How can we process,
Learn,
And grow?
Wisdom is often acquired with the gift of time,
Yet so much time we waste,
In haste,
Or stuck in the past.
Is it a coincidence that today is the present,
And in our language a substitute for that word is gift?
Forget not the past,
The seed in which you blossomed.
Look forward to the future,
In which you may enjoy how far you have come,
But remember no man knows how long we each have,
So try to enjoy everyday,
Even if in dismay,
Life is hard,
Complicated,
A challenge,
We know not why we are here,
Why there is so much inequality,
And life is unfair,
But we have been permitted to experience life,
For some they are showered in riches and glory,
Others no luck
Ill health,
Struck with bad luck and no opportunity,
Treated poorly,
We know not how our fates are cast,
How long we will be here,
And lives will last.
What came before?
What happens next?
We can not compare,
Because all is inexplicably unbalanced and unfair.
Some are born with riches,
Fortune,
Networks,
And opportunity,
Others with nothing,
In poverty,
Off the map,
And instantly forgotten.
Many people are left behind,
Sadly knowingly,
They are not blind,
But will any of this matter when we leave this world behind?
Questions!
Curiosity!
Up there,
Or down there,
It’s in us all to strive to survive.
One inevitability is that we shall all follow in the footsteps of those whom have left us behind,
So lets make the best of today,
Before it flurries away into yesterday,
Each unwrap our presents,
Spend time on exerting who we are,
Where we are,
What we are,
As that is all we can ever be sure of.