Poetry

I’ve started to dabble in some poetry and some creative writing (which I mean is all writing if you allow yourself to be creative while channeling your words) but here are a few of my words in a rhyming scheme I guess!

With strong minds

But even stronger hearts

The peace within

Creates the stars

Release yourself

Find your true calling

Societies spell

Will soon be falling

Time is here

For now and always

Keep on seeking

Through your souls hallways

The answers unclear

Or is that perception?

Our minds could be

The biggest deception.

Find yourself

In moments of bondage

Release the thoughts

Of your past knowledge

We hold the key

To our own demise

So let us prevail

Till we all suffice

A light so clear

Ahead for all

Will soon be coming

Answer the call

Listen close

To your intentions

Hone clearly on

Your souls ascension

Allow yourself

The freedom of choice

Are you a slave

Let’s hear your voice

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I don’t know lately

To be honest I’ve been feelin kind of hazy

My minds been running itself in circles

Yet I’m always finding my way over hurdlers.

I know I’m my own production of self conceived misery

And I’m slowly shedding my past self of all those silly commodities

My sole reminder of persistence is the simple fact of your existence

My past my present and my future constantly remind me to mend my sutures

You’re on the sidelines cheering me on

But I would hope so because It’s your own race after all

Flowing out of me are the words of soul

Yet I didn’t one day just wake up bold.

Time takes patience, even if time ain’t real

Even if it’s make believe, you can’t force yourself to heal.

This race I’m running is a solo endeavor

All this heavy breathing has made me more clever

The only thing to beat is me. My competitor is not my worst enemy.

I’m so close to the finish line, I can clearly taste the divine

Countless hours of grueling will receive their virtue.

It’s never been about the end, for that always shifts

It’s always been about the send, pushing till it clicks.

I choose to choose me in this race that I’m winning

Because this minor choice is just the beginning

Countless nights were once spent with paranoia

Now I’m building myself back up, metanoia.

I may be bleeding

But after comes healing

And everything in between

Has so much damn meaning