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Loving Freedom, Loving Life , SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS
Wednesday, September 21, 2011Loving Freedom, Loving Life
What is freedom? At this point, I don't really know how to answer that. Freedom is a lot of things to many people. I love life, and all that it has to offer. But what if freedom is...curtailed, taken away?
Freedom means a lot of things to a lot of people. To me, it means not having your mind, body, or privacy taken away. To me it means, being able to cry when you need to, because of all the pain that you feel. I believe in freedom. Many people take it for granted, I'm sure. And I, for one, no longer do.
Freedom is having a voice in this society. Freedom is being able to live in this society and live, not just exist or struggle. When there is injustice committed on a human being, when you can't, or are not allowed to live as human being, when you are being abused, debased, dehumanized, in the name of "justice"(?), ...I dunno there's something not quite right with this country.
I am not a violent person. It takes a lot for me to hang onto what I've got, without lashing out in anger because of the pain that I feel and because of the prison that I am in. I've been through a lot, and God only knows that I am alive now, haphazardly standing at times, despite the terror that I have been through and continue experiencing inside and out. Sometimes I am resigned...actually I AM resigned, to this so-called life and I am deeply saddened and pained. I don't think that anyone will ever understand the depth of my pain, or struggle, or when or how it started. Any normal human being would have killed themselves by now. The inhumane torture, the terror and the sick reasoning and "justification" behind it I think only serves to fuel me. I've honestly been humbled by the pain, and God helps me, I think. The rage that I feel is indescribable but normal. And I try not to worry about how it will come out.
I haven't explained my situation, and I can't. I don't know how. But this helps. Writing it out helps. I do not like the "powers that be", as they have too much power to hurt and damage, in the name of their "justice". I'm surrounded by it. I DREAM IT. The nightmares are too much. It's been a long time since I have slept without the nightmares. Intrusive beings. All real. At the rate this is going, it's hard to imagine life as it was. Normal. Straightforward.
I deserve my body, mind, and life back. I haven't had my body and mind to my very self for many years. And it hurts like hell! I hurt NO ONE. And I am not free. Just surviving. Barely. BUt I know what I fight for, I know what I struggle for, I know what this means to *me*. I fight to live and I live to fight and breathe. But in essence, this is not living.
It comes to the point where sometimes people cannot think for themselves. And this is a problem because the "powers that be"...well...they manipulate. And they kill. Whether someone like me kills themselves or end up dying for their freedom, that is murder. No way around it. And that is not something that can be covered up. And that is wrong and reprehensible. It's happening. It's real. There is something wrong with this society. There is something wrong with "the powers that be."
I believe in God, in myself, and in a just society. I believe in the law. But I don't believe in TERRORISM, in any way, shape, or form. I feel and see the undercurrent. This is no way to live. This is NOT being free. This is not justice. And it is not right.
This is not jargon. This is fact. I am writing this as it comes out because of what I am feeling. When this invisible force infiltrates everything around me, about me, down to the very core of my being, when you have no privacy in your home, mind, feelngs, thoughts, body...that is rape. And I've been there. More than you will *ever* know.
The beatings have been brutal. The struggle, barbaric, and the desire to continue fighting for what is right, endless. I have been through a lot. Through hell and back. And it is for a reason that I continue to want to live. Taking away someone's humanity, experimenting on them, raping them, humiliating and debilitating them mentally, emotionally, physically....that is oppression. IT is not supposed to be happening in this country, but it does. And it will be justified, in the name of "justice" or "progress". And that is just wrong. And I think that this is the basis of my struggle.
I cry and it helps sometimes. But I can't rest inside. They infiltrated my mind, my nightmares are endless, and I don't always remember them. And the rage that I feel is unreal. That keeps me going too. I've learned to adapt to the torture, I've become resigned to it. And that is not living, it is not freedom. And it is not justice. I know that I am alive for a reason. It's inherent. It's all that I have. I love life, and I am not giving it up *willingly*. I am not suicidal, and I've been there. I am not homicidal. But if I could wring their necks for what they have done to me, *intrinsically*.
Sometimes I am in shock at what I have overcome. And I fall down and break down, people laughing, pointing,hating. Because of what they have been fed to believe. I don't like mobs, or a mob mentality. And it is instigated by ones who have way too much power. To kill. In their name.
This must be what a war is about. Intrinsically. And this must be what a struggle is about. FOR REAL. I do what I can do defend myself. I know what I've come from and what I've been through. I hurt NO ONE. Just survive. And that is not freedom. That is not justice. And it is certainly not what this country is founded upon.
It's difficult to deal with the...labels. They are difficult to fight. It is difficult to live with the judgments. Because they are not right and they are not FAIR. It's wrong. I am a living, breathing human being, who is fighting for her life. And freedom. It is not fun, nor challenging, nor rewarding. And even those who are so-called professionals, don't know what the HELL they are doing. They get fed too, and they don't think for themselves. They don't VALIDATE when you're telling the truth. And that will kill someone. And that is unfortunate. Another life lost. Because they said so. They claim to help, when they really feel like punching someone. So much for professionals.
I think I'm an idealist. In some respects. I believe that it is not just my struggle. But anger is what drives me. My humanity drives me. The torture drives me. IT is dangerous to let those powers that be invalidate a human being. I am in a lot of pain, and this is where I speak from. It is not right to treat anyone this way. God only knows, what I have been through. The spectacles....the rapes, the lies, the being called a liar when you're not. Dear God, when you shut down a voice that has been through hell...calling it make believe, their pain...I think a great deal about their pain. And the lack of validating when it's REAL, not imagined. Shutting them down causes so much damage. And death.
It's why people kill themselves, assholes. And it is wrong! That is murder.
I'm questioning a lot these days, and I could write forever right now. But I know that I won't. They may not always "let" me. But I am fond of life and God. It is because I appreciate it so much now. It's humbling. But it is painful. I don't deserve this.
I don't know, I guess that I believe in hope. Inherently. People may laugh, I don't care. I'm used to that. They don't matter to me. I do. And those I think I struggle for, inherently. Because knowing that someone can be put down, put through this, knowing that it happens, angers and shocks me. It hurts.
The mob hurts. Society isn't civil any more. Was it ever?
I have so much to say, and don't know how to say it. The pain is there. And it is all real.
I am not free. Haven't been for too many years. And it is not right. And I know that I am not the only one. THey don't just do this once. And that is scary and dangerous. Very dangerous. INHERENTLY.
Sometimes I am at my wit's end. But I don't believe that God does this to me. I feel that I've been given more than I can handle, but I try my best to survive and go through it. It is something new EVERY day. And it is not something that I look forward to. I do not think that I am invincible by any means, but I do realize the depth of the human spirit because of what I have survived. I do count my blessings when I see them, day to day. And that gives me hope. I don't believe in the powers that be. They are not human. I believe in the silent minority. Because they are forced to succumb to them.
This is not right, and this is not of God. NO ONE, deserves to go through this. I know that I could have died by now. (SHOCK) This is prison.
I keep telling myself that I will get my body and mind back one day. I will, so help me God I will. IT's been too long since I have had it to myself. It can be debilitating, as a woman, as an individual, and as a human being. If I let it. I'm fighting for a reason, and I know that there is something out there that can see all of this, from many years back, and see where I am coming from. There has to be. IT can't be all *them*. I don't believe that. Never will. I have hope. Inherent. And I believe in God. I used to be angry at him because of this. From many years back. But I realized that my anger was misplaced and I wouldn't be here without him today. I can't be. The strength is surreal. Breaking down and crying, which I sometimes fight against, is human. I am not a robot. This is not a "challenge". This is my life.
I have a lot to say....and I wish someone could hear me. Because it's been too long and too painful. ANd I need to speak out. The "learned" ones aren't much help. They're so full of themselves it's not even funny.
I can imagine what tomorrow will bring. And I will still fight. No matter how haphazardly. I have my own mind. I am trying to take care of it. I feel for my body. It's been through hell. And I am ENRAGED AT WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO IT.
I have so much to say....so much to prove? (sad). I feel a deep sadness... very deep. Inherent. I've lost a LOT.
And I want to gain it back. What I can.
There is no shame in crying or breaking down. That I realize. I'm human. ANd it does not make me weak. There is strength in weakness. So-called weakness.
I need to stop now. Because I feel like I could write a book right now. I am validating a voice. My own. IT counts. It matters. So help me God.
Posted by sylmor1974
What is freedom? At this point, I don't really know how to answer that. Freedom is a lot of things to many people. I love life, and all that it has to offer. But what if freedom is...curtailed, taken away?
Freedom means a lot of things to a lot of people. To me, it means not having your mind, body, or privacy taken away. To me it means, being able to cry when you need to, because of all the pain that you feel. I believe in freedom. Many people take it for granted, I'm sure. And I, for one, no longer do.
Freedom is having a voice in this society. Freedom is being able to live in this society and live, not just exist or struggle. When there is injustice committed on a human being, when you can't, or are not allowed to live as human being, when you are being abused, debased, dehumanized, in the name of "justice"(?), ...I dunno there's something not quite right with this country.
I am not a violent person. It takes a lot for me to hang onto what I've got, without lashing out in anger because of the pain that I feel and because of the prison that I am in. I've been through a lot, and God only knows that I am alive now, haphazardly standing at times, despite the terror that I have been through and continue experiencing inside and out. Sometimes I am resigned...actually I AM resigned, to this so-called life and I am deeply saddened and pained. I don't think that anyone will ever understand the depth of my pain, or struggle, or when or how it started. Any normal human being would have killed themselves by now. The inhumane torture, the terror and the sick reasoning and "justification" behind it I think only serves to fuel me. I've honestly been humbled by the pain, and God helps me, I think. The rage that I feel is indescribable but normal. And I try not to worry about how it will come out.
I haven't explained my situation, and I can't. I don't know how. But this helps. Writing it out helps. I do not like the "powers that be", as they have too much power to hurt and damage, in the name of their "justice". I'm surrounded by it. I DREAM IT. The nightmares are too much. It's been a long time since I have slept without the nightmares. Intrusive beings. All real. At the rate this is going, it's hard to imagine life as it was. Normal. Straightforward.
I deserve my body, mind, and life back. I haven't had my body and mind to my very self for many years. And it hurts like hell! I hurt NO ONE. And I am not free. Just surviving. Barely. BUt I know what I fight for, I know what I struggle for, I know what this means to *me*. I fight to live and I live to fight and breathe. But in essence, this is not living.
It comes to the point where sometimes people cannot think for themselves. And this is a problem because the "powers that be"...well...they manipulate. And they kill. Whether someone like me kills themselves or end up dying for their freedom, that is murder. No way around it. And that is not something that can be covered up. And that is wrong and reprehensible. It's happening. It's real. There is something wrong with this society. There is something wrong with "the powers that be."
I believe in God, in myself, and in a just society. I believe in the law. But I don't believe in TERRORISM, in any way, shape, or form. I feel and see the undercurrent. This is no way to live. This is NOT being free. This is not justice. And it is not right.
This is not jargon. This is fact. I am writing this as it comes out because of what I am feeling. When this invisible force infiltrates everything around me, about me, down to the very core of my being, when you have no privacy in your home, mind, feelngs, thoughts, body...that is rape. And I've been there. More than you will *ever* know.
The beatings have been brutal. The struggle, barbaric, and the desire to continue fighting for what is right, endless. I have been through a lot. Through hell and back. And it is for a reason that I continue to want to live. Taking away someone's humanity, experimenting on them, raping them, humiliating and debilitating them mentally, emotionally, physically....that is oppression. IT is not supposed to be happening in this country, but it does. And it will be justified, in the name of "justice" or "progress". And that is just wrong. And I think that this is the basis of my struggle.
I cry and it helps sometimes. But I can't rest inside. They infiltrated my mind, my nightmares are endless, and I don't always remember them. And the rage that I feel is unreal. That keeps me going too. I've learned to adapt to the torture, I've become resigned to it. And that is not living, it is not freedom. And it is not justice. I know that I am alive for a reason. It's inherent. It's all that I have. I love life, and I am not giving it up *willingly*. I am not suicidal, and I've been there. I am not homicidal. But if I could wring their necks for what they have done to me, *intrinsically*.
Sometimes I am in shock at what I have overcome. And I fall down and break down, people laughing, pointing,hating. Because of what they have been fed to believe. I don't like mobs, or a mob mentality. And it is instigated by ones who have way too much power. To kill. In their name.
This must be what a war is about. Intrinsically. And this must be what a struggle is about. FOR REAL. I do what I can do defend myself. I know what I've come from and what I've been through. I hurt NO ONE. Just survive. And that is not freedom. That is not justice. And it is certainly not what this country is founded upon.
It's difficult to deal with the...labels. They are difficult to fight. It is difficult to live with the judgments. Because they are not right and they are not FAIR. It's wrong. I am a living, breathing human being, who is fighting for her life. And freedom. It is not fun, nor challenging, nor rewarding. And even those who are so-called professionals, don't know what the HELL they are doing. They get fed too, and they don't think for themselves. They don't VALIDATE when you're telling the truth. And that will kill someone. And that is unfortunate. Another life lost. Because they said so. They claim to help, when they really feel like punching someone. So much for professionals.
I think I'm an idealist. In some respects. I believe that it is not just my struggle. But anger is what drives me. My humanity drives me. The torture drives me. IT is dangerous to let those powers that be invalidate a human being. I am in a lot of pain, and this is where I speak from. It is not right to treat anyone this way. God only knows, what I have been through. The spectacles....the rapes, the lies, the being called a liar when you're not. Dear God, when you shut down a voice that has been through hell...calling it make believe, their pain...I think a great deal about their pain. And the lack of validating when it's REAL, not imagined. Shutting them down causes so much damage. And death.
It's why people kill themselves, assholes. And it is wrong! That is murder.
I'm questioning a lot these days, and I could write forever right now. But I know that I won't. They may not always "let" me. But I am fond of life and God. It is because I appreciate it so much now. It's humbling. But it is painful. I don't deserve this.
I don't know, I guess that I believe in hope. Inherently. People may laugh, I don't care. I'm used to that. They don't matter to me. I do. And those I think I struggle for, inherently. Because knowing that someone can be put down, put through this, knowing that it happens, angers and shocks me. It hurts.
The mob hurts. Society isn't civil any more. Was it ever?
I have so much to say, and don't know how to say it. The pain is there. And it is all real.
I am not free. Haven't been for too many years. And it is not right. And I know that I am not the only one. THey don't just do this once. And that is scary and dangerous. Very dangerous. INHERENTLY.
Sometimes I am at my wit's end. But I don't believe that God does this to me. I feel that I've been given more than I can handle, but I try my best to survive and go through it. It is something new EVERY day. And it is not something that I look forward to. I do not think that I am invincible by any means, but I do realize the depth of the human spirit because of what I have survived. I do count my blessings when I see them, day to day. And that gives me hope. I don't believe in the powers that be. They are not human. I believe in the silent minority. Because they are forced to succumb to them.
This is not right, and this is not of God. NO ONE, deserves to go through this. I know that I could have died by now. (SHOCK) This is prison.
I keep telling myself that I will get my body and mind back one day. I will, so help me God I will. IT's been too long since I have had it to myself. It can be debilitating, as a woman, as an individual, and as a human being. If I let it. I'm fighting for a reason, and I know that there is something out there that can see all of this, from many years back, and see where I am coming from. There has to be. IT can't be all *them*. I don't believe that. Never will. I have hope. Inherent. And I believe in God. I used to be angry at him because of this. From many years back. But I realized that my anger was misplaced and I wouldn't be here without him today. I can't be. The strength is surreal. Breaking down and crying, which I sometimes fight against, is human. I am not a robot. This is not a "challenge". This is my life.
I have a lot to say....and I wish someone could hear me. Because it's been too long and too painful. ANd I need to speak out. The "learned" ones aren't much help. They're so full of themselves it's not even funny.
I can imagine what tomorrow will bring. And I will still fight. No matter how haphazardly. I have my own mind. I am trying to take care of it. I feel for my body. It's been through hell. And I am ENRAGED AT WHAT THEY HAVE DONE TO IT.
I have so much to say....so much to prove? (sad). I feel a deep sadness... very deep. Inherent. I've lost a LOT.
And I want to gain it back. What I can.
There is no shame in crying or breaking down. That I realize. I'm human. ANd it does not make me weak. There is strength in weakness. So-called weakness.
I need to stop now. Because I feel like I could write a book right now. I am validating a voice. My own. IT counts. It matters. So help me God.
Posted by sylmor1974
Thursday, July 17, 2014
I"M BACK!!, SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS: "To Etch A Sketch... A "BITCH" FOR REAL....", *SYL...
I"M BACK!!, SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS: "To Etch A Sketch... A "BITCH" FOR REAL....", *SYL...: (Name of hero) was the (descriptive word) --like biggest, meanest, smartest) man/woman in (place - such as state or county or area of the co...
July 17, 2014
"To Etch A Sketch... A "BITCH" FOR REAL....", *SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS*, This is from an AMERICAN, A REAL ONE...LIKE MILLIONS OF OTHERS.....xoxo Sylvia. GOD BLESS THE USA!!!!
(Name of hero) was the (descriptive word) --like biggest, meanest, smartest) man/woman in (place - such as state or county or area of the country). Every man, woman, and child for miles could tell you about (name of hero and some details about him). One day, (name of hero) went to (name of place) to (what he was doing there -- like fishing working, visiting his Great Aunt Tootie) and he found that (some huge or outlandish problem that needs solving -- like the sun just won't go down). Thinking quickly, (how hero solves the problem - like pulling the sun down with a lasso). (name of place) is saved, and the legend of (name of hero) grew a new layer that day. By John Lithgow, lithgow paloozas! Boredom Blasters, Travel Edition ($1.19 at the *dollar* store:) )
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*My* Version:
Your m/ajesty was the giant "m/an" in T/exas. Every man, woman and child for miles could tell you about Your m/ajesty and his "antics". One day, Your m/ajesty went to Bank of America to invest in himself (*snicker, *snicker) and h/e found that he couldn't support himself (understatement). Thinking quickly, h/e lit up the bank. "A/merika" is "saved", per Your m/ajesty (Chris Guillebeau) and the legend of Your m/ajesty grew a new layer that day.
Lloyd Lawrence - [......Change!]. Per Chris Guillebeau and the Gang, Obama is big G.
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*My* Version:
Your m/ajesty was the giant "m/an" in T/exas. Every man, woman and child for miles could tell you about Your m/ajesty and his "antics". One day, Your m/ajesty went to Bank of America to invest in himself (*snicker, *snicker) and h/e found that he couldn't support himself (understatement). Thinking quickly, h/e lit up the bank. "A/merika" is "saved", per Your m/ajesty (Chris Guillebeau) and the legend of Your m/ajesty grew a new layer that day.
Lloyd Lawrence - [......Change!]. Per Chris Guillebeau and the Gang, Obama is big G.
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Guillebeau Guillebeau :
YO G!!!!! -------------->
This is from an AMERICAN. A *REAL ONE*....
SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS
TO ALL TERRORISTS/EXTREMISTS AROUND THE WORLD:
FUCK YOU!!!!
*SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS*
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014
SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS (SYLVIA SUN SOL (PEN NAME), SYLVIA LYDIA MORELOS
Sylvia Sun Sol
Sylvia Lydia Morelos
I am a writer, and a poet and a human rights activist, photojournalist, a traveler, music+art+vision....i'm now *me*. Sylvia Lydia Morelos 09/22/13
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poems by Sylvia Sun Sol
sylvia lydia morelos on google
sylvia sun sol on google
values.com
stupid people.com (quotes on stupid people.....FUN!!!!!)
bmindful.com
Albert Einstein
and Hellen Keller
and Michel de Montaigne are some of my favs.
*sylvia lydia morelos*
www.sylvialydiamorelos.blogspot.com
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness: Sylvia Lydia Morelos (on Google poetrysites.com), ...Sylvia Lydia Morelos
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness: Sylvia Lydia Morelos (on Google poetrysites.com), ...: Sylvia Lydia Morelos (on Google poetrysites.com, Sylvia Sun Sol, Pen Name) Sylvia Lydia Morelos Poet's Page P...
Sylvia Lydia Morelos (on Google poetrysites.com), Sylvia Sun Sol, Pen Name), Sylvia Lydia Morelos
Sylvia Lydia Morelos (on Google poetrysites.com, Sylvia Sun Sol, Pen Name)
Poems by Sylvia Lydia Morelos : 5 / 10
Electric Guitar
I don't know much about you, but I long to hear your voice
I often dream of your hues and what they say by choice
To me it is indescribable what you do to a heart like mine
You make life less unbearable with every note that you sigh
My fingers ache to do the walking across the strings that share your views
But I do not have the knack to play you just yet, the way I truly would love to do
You electrify and I idolize your very intricate and demanding nature
I know how to respond to you and I realize that you are my future
I would love to share what I see, what I feel, and what I dream
And bring to life your inner beauty
Life is never what it seems
But you give meaning to its vitality
I ask that you take a chance on me
As I would treasure all that you do
But I cannot have you if you do not allow
For me to come to you
In time I will write songs of desire
I will bring you up to par
With the prospect of becoming who I truly am
What I have always wanted to be, by far
I often dream of your hues and what they say by choice
To me it is indescribable what you do to a heart like mine
You make life less unbearable with every note that you sigh
My fingers ache to do the walking across the strings that share your views
But I do not have the knack to play you just yet, the way I truly would love to do
You electrify and I idolize your very intricate and demanding nature
I know how to respond to you and I realize that you are my future
I would love to share what I see, what I feel, and what I dream
And bring to life your inner beauty
Life is never what it seems
But you give meaning to its vitality
I ask that you take a chance on me
As I would treasure all that you do
But I cannot have you if you do not allow
For me to come to you
In time I will write songs of desire
I will bring you up to par
With the prospect of becoming who I truly am
What I have always wanted to be, by far
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/electric-guitar/
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Dance To Life
I bring you my gifts of life and creativity
I give you my heart with its boundless activity
I long to share with you the energy that I have
for bringing my treasures to others at hand
I feel deep compassion for others in need
I live by professing that I am indeed
A person of charm, wit, and strength
And I never falter at any length
People surprise me with their own talents and grace
And I admire their beauty, their dreams, and their faith
I dance with amusement with those who for-see
What promises lie ahead through non-conformity
I aspire to join them together in the journey that we create
In life, love, and art we are bound by what we make
The truths that we bring, the visions that abound
are truly what we are, no matter who's around
I don't always write in such rhyming ways
But I figure it's something I do to portray
What I feel when I'm happy as I am in the now
I feel free and not lacking in what I have found
I find strength in weakness and courage in tears
I give thanks to my Lord, and I am grateful for all of these years
Overall I am happy, and I have dreams in sight
To continue to create what I feel inside
To those who are trying to be who they aren't
Be weary of losing what could be called art
The art of breathing to life a real sense
Of the person you could be without the pretense
So enjoy what I tell you, it's all for the best
Put your best foot forward, put your love for life to the test!
I give you my heart with its boundless activity
I long to share with you the energy that I have
for bringing my treasures to others at hand
I feel deep compassion for others in need
I live by professing that I am indeed
A person of charm, wit, and strength
And I never falter at any length
People surprise me with their own talents and grace
And I admire their beauty, their dreams, and their faith
I dance with amusement with those who for-see
What promises lie ahead through non-conformity
I aspire to join them together in the journey that we create
In life, love, and art we are bound by what we make
The truths that we bring, the visions that abound
are truly what we are, no matter who's around
I don't always write in such rhyming ways
But I figure it's something I do to portray
What I feel when I'm happy as I am in the now
I feel free and not lacking in what I have found
I find strength in weakness and courage in tears
I give thanks to my Lord, and I am grateful for all of these years
Overall I am happy, and I have dreams in sight
To continue to create what I feel inside
To those who are trying to be who they aren't
Be weary of losing what could be called art
The art of breathing to life a real sense
Of the person you could be without the pretense
So enjoy what I tell you, it's all for the best
Put your best foot forward, put your love for life to the test!
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dance-to-life/
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Amelie
Amelie was a precocious and beguiling girl of fifteen, but at times she was foolhardy
She often went about her day and trampled on her suitors' 'folly'
She had a keen and brilliant mind that she used as a bulwark against treason
By those who repeatedly would find that she in no way was a naïve person
It was an incontrovertible 'fact' that men to her presented too much strife
Especially those whose conjecture was to figure her for their wife
She used her witty humor and laughter to mentally assail
Those who would repeatedly try to find out what she kept veiled
Her iron will and outlook on life never came in conflict
With the mettle she possessed, her word would be didactic
She intended to live as she damn well pleased, she basked in her own reason
And she dismissed the malapropism of love professed by men who were not seasoned
She was a solid and refined girl, one who was apt to tell no lies
She had no true friends whom she confided in, to others this was no surprise
She worked hard to make a living, she deemed it even necessary
To always find her own way in life, she toiled but was not weary
Amelie aptly spoke her mind, she was not one to mince her words
A statement through her life she made, she knew what she was worth
A dream came to her one night as she lay down to rest her head
A vivid light shone through her in it, she even thought 'I must be dead'
The light that shone through her revived all of the memories
That clung to her deep down inside, they were a reverie
Her deepest desire was to be loved for herself, for what she truly represented
But no man had ever learned that she could not be reprimanded
Amelie alone would always have the upper-hand, she would never rescind it
She knew that she would never change, no matter if she was not accepted
She often went about her day and trampled on her suitors' 'folly'
She had a keen and brilliant mind that she used as a bulwark against treason
By those who repeatedly would find that she in no way was a naïve person
It was an incontrovertible 'fact' that men to her presented too much strife
Especially those whose conjecture was to figure her for their wife
She used her witty humor and laughter to mentally assail
Those who would repeatedly try to find out what she kept veiled
Her iron will and outlook on life never came in conflict
With the mettle she possessed, her word would be didactic
She intended to live as she damn well pleased, she basked in her own reason
And she dismissed the malapropism of love professed by men who were not seasoned
She was a solid and refined girl, one who was apt to tell no lies
She had no true friends whom she confided in, to others this was no surprise
She worked hard to make a living, she deemed it even necessary
To always find her own way in life, she toiled but was not weary
Amelie aptly spoke her mind, she was not one to mince her words
A statement through her life she made, she knew what she was worth
A dream came to her one night as she lay down to rest her head
A vivid light shone through her in it, she even thought 'I must be dead'
The light that shone through her revived all of the memories
That clung to her deep down inside, they were a reverie
Her deepest desire was to be loved for herself, for what she truly represented
But no man had ever learned that she could not be reprimanded
Amelie alone would always have the upper-hand, she would never rescind it
She knew that she would never change, no matter if she was not accepted
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012,
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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To My Beloved Mother
A shoulder to cry on, you could show that you cared
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012,
To My Beloved Mother
A shoulder to cry on, you could show that you cared
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
When I needed a friend to rely on, you would sometimes be there
I remember the day that you cried silently
I watched you from a corridor, how you suffered from some memory
I remember the cigarettes, how you smoked all the time
They were always available, you never left them behind
You were often so distant, so removed, so distraught
And you were not very comforted by the man that you sought
I would have bought you carnations, brought comfort to alleviate your pain
To help you get past the morbid, to get past your own rain
But you would not allow me to soothe the hurt in your heart
I made every effort for us not to part
As I became older and you grew worse health-wise
I only saw weariness, I saw it in your dark eyes
I longed for you, mother, to hear me clearly
But it was to no avail that I tried so fervently
I know that I love you in my own way, I do
And I heard of your passing, of all that you went through
I heard that you were 'unrecognizable, ' that you would not remember me
I felt numb at the prospect, it made me weary
I love to remember all that I learned from you
All the music, your writing, your laughter and humor too
I cannot put any flowers on a grave that does not exist
Because your ashes are not buried, they remain in a cold 'crypt'
I have grown with the knowledge, with all that I have gained
From the wounds and colorful memories of you that still remain
I hope that you are resting, are at peace and are truly free
May your spirit always enliven, may you always inspire me
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, July 24, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-beloved-mother-2/
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All In A Day's Work
I don't know what brought me here to this place of uncertainty
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
Submitted: Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, July 25, 2012, http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-in-a-day-s-work/
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I can relax. I can let my hair down and shine. I can go about my day and write a song, a poem, or bring about in the open the ray of light that lets me be. I used to struggle with the fact that I could not be more, do more, as I had yet to grow and prove myself to me. But now I know. I can fulfill my desires, grab the bull by the horns and saunter on the path to a whole new me.
What life will bring is still a mystery. But I like it that way. Predictability can put you at ease, but it does not give you the opportunity to look at the other side of the coin that life has to offer. The remedy to this is to follow an unobstructive vision when it comes to figuring out what to do next in my life. This vision allows me to see more than one option to fulfilling my dreams and the unpredictable nature of my path is what allows me to learn about myself more, about my strengths and weaknesses more, and about others as well.
So I take a step forward with keen insight as to what I am becoming. And I see myself liking her a great deal. I also see myself with others like me, happily enjoying the benefits of our labor, the benefits that are long overdue to us. I see in them a strength, a peace of mind, and a tranquil spirit like mine, in sync, so to speak, and moving on to even bigger and better thing. Writing about it is just the beginning. Fulfilling this dream is another story altogether.
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."--Anais Nin
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
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I can relax. I can let my hair down and shine. I can go about my day and write a song, a poem, or bring about in the open the ray of light that lets me be. I used to struggle with the fact that I could not be more, do more, as I had yet to grow and prove myself to me. But now I know. I can fulfill my desires, grab the bull by the horns and saunter on the path to a whole new me.
What life will bring is still a mystery. But I like it that way. Predictability can put you at ease, but it does not give you the opportunity to look at the other side of the coin that life has to offer. The remedy to this is to follow an unobstructive vision when it comes to figuring out what to do next in my life. This vision allows me to see more than one option to fulfilling my dreams and the unpredictable nature of my path is what allows me to learn about myself more, about my strengths and weaknesses more, and about others as well.
So I take a step forward with keen insight as to what I am becoming. And I see myself liking her a great deal. I also see myself with others like me, happily enjoying the benefits of our labor, the benefits that are long overdue to us. I see in them a strength, a peace of mind, and a tranquil spirit like mine, in sync, so to speak, and moving on to even bigger and better thing. Writing about it is just the beginning. Fulfilling this dream is another story altogether.
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"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."--Anais Nin
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
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In response to "Reacting to Perceived Enemies." Through Unconditional Love, I Grow.
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"Friends Make Life Worth Living..."
"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."--Anais Nin
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"Ego reacts to ego. Soul to Soul." Fear leads to one thing: hatred. The opposite of hatred is love. To paraphrase Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. "to defeat your enemies is to love them." At a certain point in time, I thought he was a much better human being than I am. Not reacting to perceived enemies takes a lot of conscientious willpower. Self awareness is important because it is easier to deal with someone who is against you when you know your own strengths and weaknesses. Pushing someone's buttons is not something that I am into, as I am not a malicious person by nature. I am a very compassionate, fun, and loving person, if anything, and directing this type of energy outwardly, lovingly to people that I don't care for is challenging. It's a matter of perspective, though. The way I respond to volatile situations or circumstances does matter. It's my mental attitude that I am in gratitude for.
The people whom I value the most are the ones with whom I communicate well, and that is usually where I find my niche. The ones who are endearing to me are the ones whom I care about the most because they've been there. I focus on the good, not the bad. The cup is half-full, not half-empty. My enemies on the other hand are detractors and haters who are vile, selfish, at times narcissistic to the nth degree and predictable. We don't get along. We repel one another. And it's true, it is not "what we do, but how we do it that matters." Certain things go a long way, others don't. Patience has been a virtue of mine for quite some time. And I come from a place of experience and pain, through trial and error, and I've learned patience over time. I've grown because of the trials and also because of the good times that I have had in spite of my detractors.
I am one who loves unconditionally and it is indeed a love that is "all inclusive." To those to whom I give it I do so freely and honestly. Rare gems are friends I find in my life who inspire me, soulful gems. Love does awaken the sleeping, it invigorates, it reenergizes, it inspires and it thrives. These are the people I thrive around as well. Reacting to perceived enemies is too toxic for me. I prefer love and positivity, a soulful connection with wonderful people, my friends, my rare gems.
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All In A Day's Work
I don't know what brought me here to this place of uncertainty
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
© . All rights reserved, a year ago
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http://storywrite.com/poems/by/_me#, Sylvia Lydia Morelos, Sylvia Sun Sol (pen name on All Poetry.com)
I don't know what brought me here to this place of uncertainty
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
I realized that answers aren't forthcoming to the questions that I ask
What should I be asking? What should I be dreaming about?
I long for a promise of everlasting fulfillment of my innermost desires
I have a yearning for a tranquil mind and spirit
My soul beckons me forward, it leads me in another direction
And it sighs deeply as it moves away from the old to the new
I think it likes me more now as I grow into what I need to become
A woman with great zeal for life, more-so than before
I love my spirit's spark and laughter as it meanders down this new path
It looks forward to the awakening and the priceless testimony to what it accomplishes
So I wait patiently and move to it its beat
...All in a day's work
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http://storywrite.com/poems/by/_me#, Sylvia Lydia Morelos, Sylvia Sun Sol (pen name on All Poetry.com)
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