What I’ve learned at the yield sign

The yield sign holds more knowledge than a thousand books.

Has hard as loving someone can be, it’s easier to stay.

Love is an opiate to some, nothing more than a addiction. Some will say they love you without ever loving you, it’s all about your response feeding their emotional need.

If someone says they miss you and yet can’t find the time for you, believe they don’t miss you enough.

Waiting until your ready(in some cases), may be to late.

Every moment leaves an impression, creates in us something new or rebirths something old.

For every wrinkle diminished a new one shows.

People believe without gods or goddess they will be truly free,

every war is because of a god and will cease if god is eradicated,

but who told you that? The same assemblies that created the wars, the hatreds, the poverties, the injustices, and has turned people into commodities?

Caged birds sing as the uncaged bird does.

The person who robs the corner store is less of a threat than the political thief, a well dressed criminal by whom we are taught is the lesser evil and yet is the greatest criminal of all. Not all thieves carry weapons, some hold pens.

What you have been told is nothing compared to what you will learn.

Some poetry is written by dead men/woman and yet holds more life than the living poets word.

I have found more life in the dying than in the living.

There’s always a part of the story you don’t know.

The wise remain silent..until..

Forgiveness is never about the other person. Forgiveness is about you, freeing yourself from anger, from bitterness and darkness. Bitterness, anger and vengeance create according to their own seed and show themselves through illnesses(of both body and soul).

No one is worth that.

When someone hurts you, if not dealt with that pain stays and will only recreate itself in someone else’s life, hurting that one person you may truly care about. You can’t meme an emotion away,

you can’t sleep it away

you can’t distract it away

you will become that hurt.

Dealing with it is the only way through.

Accountability is lost.

People leave.

Life goes on.

Advertisements

Balanced on strings

“There will come and day when politicians, and corporations will own the body, soul and minds of men/women. We will welcome these new profiteers in the name of humanism.”

The sky had closed her doors,

the sun fell

the coldness of the ground remained.

The wings of an angel had turned to stone,

trapped

mercy hid her face,

the ledge held a constant beckoning sorrow

but

none could hear,

all had escaped through the backdoor

the foot planted on stones of hypocrisy.

Consumed by lust

drowning in knowledge,

at the turning of a page

men/women burned in hatred one toward another

holding a self proclaimed banner of righteousness

but,

the judge has lowered the hammer,

the beggar has turned over the plate,

the storm has hidden the thunder,

the sea refuses calm turning only in constant rage,

perched

the raven dried up her wing,

laid bare among bones

refusing to bargain any longer.

All have sold their

bodies,

souls,

minds

and have been left to the profiteers.

Resemblance spoke

“It is all but a mirror,

meant to reflect

not to be seen.”

The resemblance spoke;

it is but a reflection,

to you,

this mask is honesty.

A dimming of light,

the role seems noble, the deeds hide in darkened corners. The heart agonizing for there is no verity.

A light in fullness,

the role is unclothed,

the mirror can no longer hold the reflection,

light has stripped the glass of power to return what pleases.

Intentions bare

reasons lay upon the street unadulterated,

the seduction of earthly powers have scattered and hid in the recesses of vastness.

What will you do now?

You who have sold resemblances as truth, purposely deceiving the minds of men/women.

Your own mirrors have sold you to light,

naked and guilty you stand before moralities seat.

Weep oh mighty ones,

truth will come to the many you’ve turned into warring beggars..

Crimes upon the face

And then they said

“We cannot get him/her for the unjustness.

We will crucify,

for the crime hung upon his/her face.”

In that day,

people will be the new religion,

temples decorated and clothed,

worshipped as gods.

Creators of new laws.

Creators of new codes of conduct.

A simple glance found offensive will be deemed criminal and those found guilty when no other charge can be brought against them,

will suffer at the hands of men/woman,

left outside the city gates,

isolated

deemed unworthy to grace the cobble stoned streets with the morally superior.

The scale of social behavior will be defined by over zealous lordships.

Every move watched by the digital eye,

10 years pass

your case can come at any moment,

the guilt of a look

or word of disagreement has all been recorded in the digital book of life and judgement.

Your name is written,

one misstep,

you will be examined from birth to current and dragged through societies social court of mob ruled justice.

The court will come for your job,

your home

your friends

your well constructed life,

only then will you find

None are free.

Stomach of pleasures

A time cultivating poverty

of the spirit,

the flesh hungers for more that is of temporary fulfillment,

filling the stomach of pleasures made from old stone.

Religions of the wind,

the dead of spirit rise to claim life

gasping from artificial breath,

spewing amens from dead bowels,

the withered hand has fallen

to unjust knees,

cultivating death to the just and life to the unjustly.

In this world

“You can not fix a problem if you don’t first understand how the problem was created.” -bt

In world such as this:

A world that judges a person by the color of their skin,

be the person who judges the character.

A world that desires conformity to new social constructs,

be the person who desires each live free from conformity,

be a nonconformist giving people the right to live and face their own consequences.

A world that shuns non linear healing,

be the person who seeks the root of the disease not bandaging symptoms.

A world that desires each person conform to the new godless religion of rulers,

be the person who desires each person be given the freedom to believe as they choose.

A world that seeks retribution off the backs of the working class/poor,

be the person who seeks to help them loosen the gold plated chains.

A world full of chaos,

be the calm.

A world full of anger,

be the peace.

A world full of unforgiving retaliations,

be forgiveness.

Forgiveness isn’t about the other person but about you, and freeing the mind and spirit from a cancerous bitterness. Forgiving allows the doer of the unjust act to face a personal consequence and bring forth lessons.

Forgiving doesn’t mean a person can’t stand against what’s unjust

rather,

requires a stand,

the difference is you stand justly.

A world that generalizes all people no matter color or beliefs,

be the person who sees the individual.

A world that only sees cells made with steel bars,

be the person who understands that not all steel bars are visible. Demanding others think and feel as you do, creates individual solidarity confinements.

Be the person who desires freedom of thought.