Grateful

The first poem “greed and war” in the series “voices on skin” faired well in the U.S and internationally. 

For the month of July, I was voted author of the month, my pieces will be showcased for the month of august on spillwords.com 

I was surprised by this news, grateful and thankful to everyone who took the time to read through my writings. 

Going through and interviewing ppl throught Connecticut has been very humbling, it’s my hope that these stories are brought to life through words, from a pen, their emotions flow. The reader may walk through their emotions, feel their struggle but also see the strength of will to keep going. 

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Reflection 

     My greatest reflection of self and truth lay upon stone. 

  
  Left bare by touch.

 Exposed through battles.

 Made alive through fear.

Able to hear silence by the outward ear closing. 

Seeing truth while the physical eye closes to all that’s tangible. 

Perceptions change depending upon where the sole paces. 

Granting the soul freedom to hear wisdom through endless formations upon stone. 

Shrouded within me

     I had needed to taste of self for the betrayer dwelled within.  

 
     The enemy had lay within, buried by distractions. 

The adversary shrouded within, camouflaged by dawns light. 

Reflections absorbed in what lay visibly. 

Ponderings vainly drenched and propped up the seed of illusions, concealed in false hopes. Birthed by a word. Nurtured by the eye be holding a cliche ineffectually. 

The eye fixed on what is tangible but I needed to taste of self,  the betrayer had not lay without but rather rested within me.  

To taste of self and recognize the betrayer within, the deceiver without cannot bind. If the fool within had not been concealed, masked by the days toils, the foolish without would not attach so easily. 

Adversity

In the midst of adversity the warrior rises. Warriors are created not born, birthed in the storm, awoken in the midst of trials. Adversities are common and must come. Adversity has purposes, to detox you from a life that no longer suits you. To awaken you from your core and shed what no longer offers growth. Adversity demands change and forces the soul to reflect on what others cannot see. At times adversity will force the soul to face itself alone and at other times show you, you are only as strong as those that surround you. Adversity has a design, it’s timing is perfect, it’s voice is loud and will grow louder each times it’s ignored. Adversity carries with it defeat and victory, both wait for your choosing. 

     Most reject adversity. I’ve come to see if adversity is handled rightly, the very thing your trying to avoid, the pain or whatever emotion shows itself to be predominate during adversity, is the very thing that will save you. 

  

The breath of beauty

The looking glass reflects an image of a beauty adorned, sculpted, manipulated, and carved.  Beauty is best seen when you close your eyes.   

     Beauty’s awakening begins with a breath. It’s breath unseen, unable to reflect itself in portrait, and yet ever flowing from within, adoring a carved image. It’s breath cannot be dressed in jewels, for a jewel cannot enhance the breath of beauty. If it’s breath is flawed, the sculpted images radiance will dull, it’s eyes lifeless, and it’s heart waxed cold, until the carved image closes it’s eyes to glance upon beauty’s breath. 

Rising from ashes. The souls process of birth

     Formed through the whispers of self doubt. Created trough adversity and passions that outweigh any spoken definition. Break from within and new life forms causing all pretenses without to die, allowing all that is real, raw, and of truth to plant itself.   

     I’ve climbed here before but not like this, something new was forging itself through this vessel of existence I had become. 

     Many have asked me, “what do you see when you look at these rocks?” I probably see what most don’t. I see self rising from ashes. Rising from pain, tired, vanities, consequence of choices, and a self that had never dared to live because of the paved road I was on, a path created by others.  I needed to seperate from this path and all that is familiar. I’ve come to learn and understand this, if was going to choose to seperate from what’s toxic(no matter what that toxic is to you), I’m not only making a decision about the “thing,” I’m making a choice, a decision about myself, a choice to remain in ashes or to rise from it.  This rock represents that to me; the souls process of birth, a rise from ashes..