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The world has spoken to me in a thousand different languages:
The hum of thunder in the distance,
The wind as it tickles the leaves of the trees,
The rushing water of an old little creek in my city...

Your heartbeat.

I have listened to the world for so long
but the world never listened to me.
I have been a sybil for the Earth,
for the creatures,
for the people
but the people...
They just never hear.
Of all the languages this world speaks to me,
it seems I can quite master my own.
I doubt myself.

But in a seemingly meaningless swirl of smoke and bubbles,
I saw you.
I wasn't quite sure at first,
but I know now;
You saw me, too.

I speak and you hear me.
Not just the sound,
not just the dialect and the pitch and the waves...
You hear me.

Twenty-fours years of screaming and, just when I thought for certain my voice was lost,
I looked in your eyes and I knew - at long last - my voice had been heard.

don't stop listening.
I know I have so much to say
but I promise it's worth your time.
Listen to the lessons this world has taught me
and I promise to show you a world you never knew was there.
It's beautiful -
poetic, even.
Almost as beautiful and poetic
as the wild sound of your heart racing
when you tell me that
you love me.

My brave oracle,
my Thoth, my Prometheus, my Ganesha, my Mi-mir, my Apollo -
I love you, too.

The Flame

Dec. 25th, 2016 02:35 am
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The entire sun within the smallest flame -
How can anyone behold such a light?
So simply complex, always overlooked.
The most phenomenal miracle, yet taken for granted.
No one stops to gaze within that small flame,
Time is too short for droll admiration.
A time where thinking is dangerous and annoying,
why ponder a flame?
Must keep moving, no time for pause.
Busy until the day we die.
One hundred years of living,
Until that flame stops burning.
Don’t surrender your chance
To witness the flame.
It’s everything.
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And I wonder, right now, who's out there.
Who is out there gazing at the stars?
Who is out their reflecting on their own souls?
Who is comparing the waves of the ocean to their emotions and their lives,
realizing that these waves that seem so large and powerful are but ripples in the vastness of the ocean?
Who are the dreamers, awake in their beds, lost in the power of their potential and their starving desire to make change?
Who are the wanderers, peaceful in the silent awe of the beauty of the world around them?
Who are the ones who share these pieces of my own heart, my own mind, my own soul?
Who are you?

Rat Race

May. 29th, 2015 01:43 am
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And it’s almost pathetic how you think you know me. You spent too much time with your nose buried in another world to even see me. You think you’ve got it all figured out. You silly soul. You’re so far behind, you think you’re in first place while everyone else is about to lap around you. Yet, I held back. I slowed my steps to match you. I made you feel like winner. I was ten laps ahead of you but lead you to believe we were on the same level. A few minutes later, you decided my presence unpleasant and pushed me to the side as you ran ahead. Now you think you’re the winner but, my dear, the race was over 5 laps ago.
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I never really got to say goodbye
And I never really did understand
And I just sat there on the floor
Staring at my bed
What’s funny
What’s really funny
Is I really believed in you
I looked into your eyes
At 3 in the morning
When all pretenses had faded
And it was all you
And, God, I loved you
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She stood on the roof
And peered out at the stars
Wondering, if she jumped,
If she’d make it back to Mars.
Is she a woman
Or maybe something else?
She never quite belonged
Or understood herself.
She closed her eyes and imagined
She’s from some other place,
An anomaly sent
From the other side of space.
She felt the stardust brush
Her fingers as she soared;
He saw her flying through the sky
And his faith was restored.
A feather from her wings
He hoped to steal
To prove to the world
That angels are real.
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I wonder if my words ever echo through your mind,
If a certain song comes on and you think of me…
Because I once told you
That’s the song I listen to
When I’m feeling broken
And alone
And real?
I wonder if you lay down to sleep
just as you close your eyes,
You remember I once laid there beside you
And you think about how perfect we were there,
In your bed,
Two pieces to a puzzle?
Do you ever shiver with cold
And remember how I would
Push myself as close as possible
To your body
As we slept
And my arms were so warm?
Do you ever walk into a kitchen
And remember the mess we made
And the fun we had
And the laughs we shared?
Do you ever hide away
In your room
As your inhibitions overwhelm you
And remember that,
Once upon a time,
You could call me
And open up your heart to me
And I would love you all the same?
When you go out
From bar to bar
And begin to wonder
About those strangers’ stares
And what they must be thinking of you,
Do you remember
How I accepted you,
Embraced you,
Supported you,
Lifted your spirits
To the stars?
And yet,
It wasn’t enough.
You poor fool.
No one
Will ever
Be enough
For you.
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I shut off the lights
and now I can't find the switch.
And you'll never see the difference
'tween a victim and a bitch.

I cut myself open
And you just walked away.
You let it all bleed out
after you promised you would stay.

I used to be so loving
My heart bled for everyone
But now I just feel nothing
After my mind came all undone

I'm such a great actress
You'd never really guess
That underneath this pleasant smile
Is a great unholy mess

I have this deep desire
to be happy and to love
but these are things, since long ago
I can only just dream of

But I beg you don't give up on me
Be the first to stay
Show me what it is to love
And I'll meet you there half way

You give me this sort of feeling
That might almost be real
For just a moment, I feel a spark
I think it's love I feel

It's just so unfamiliar
That I just can't quite discern
What is this feeling in my chest
This gentle, warming burn

Give me just a little time
Put your faith in me
And I'll show you just how genuine
My heart can really be
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Lost at sea,
I see the shore!
Could this be the safety
I've been searching for?

An oasis in the desert:
Sweet salvation, I pray!
Stay in my sight, I beg thee
Please, do not fade away!

A light within this darkness;
Heaven out of hell.
Is this not
what I have sought?
It is too soon to tell.
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Oh, hey baby,
Wanna take over the world with me?
We're young and crazy,
so let's run free.
We're two of a kind -
we got this kinda power.
Just take my hand
and this world is ours.
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She was in love
Yes, it's true
She loved him
He loved her, too
Their love was a battle
The world was at war
But they had both found
What they were searching for
They weren't giving up
No matter the cost
Their hearts were damaged
But the love wasn't lost
Some say destiny
is but a lie
But they loved each other
until the days that they died
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She stood at the window
And watched the rain
And wondered if she’d ever
Feel whole again.
With each drop that fell
A tear followed suit
She was an angel
But he was a brute.
There was no time to think
No time to ask “Why”
She stepped on the window
And learned how to fly.
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This fire burns inside of me
This great power
This deep passion
But for what?
I don’t yet know.
I have caught glimpses
Of my destiny
In my dreams
Am I right for this journey?
I don’t yet know.
I feel so small
In a world where bigger
Is better
Can I be the best?
I don’t yet know.
But I will in time.
All great things come with time
And believe me
I will be great.
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I am a sculpture.
Every day of my life,
I feel my experiences
chipping away the grime
of biases
and opinions
and judgments
that drenched my being
since the day I was born.
Every day of my life,
I become purer
and wiser
and cleaner -
I become a greater person.
Every day of my life,
I learn
and I grow
and I fight
to be the best me that I can be.
I chisel away the rough edges
and smooth out the deep lines
cut into my soul
by cruel strangers
by lost friends
by mislead family
and I begin break free.
I'm starting to see,
through the cracks
and the dust
and unfinished ends
the true me peeking through.
I am a work in progress.

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 You will never understand,
You will never see,
You will never really know
what it's like for me.
I see so much
that hides from your eyes,
I hear the silence
that's filled with lies.
I walk in crowds
but feel so alone.
Quiet in thought,
deep in my zone.
I could try to explain it,
I could go on and on.
Yet no one will hear
my quiet, wise song.
You see me as young
but my mind is so old.
Listen or not, though,
the truth will unfold.
You'll call me naive,
You'll say I don't know,
but just give it time -
my wisdom will show.
My words will prove true,
My voice will be heard.
Your hate will be looked on
as old and absurd.
The time isn't coming -
the time, friends, is now.
Just open your minds
and be one with the tao.

(Edited 9/6/2013 to correct typos)

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 We live in world where we murder to prove who's God is kindest,
a world where we value the trees less than the money made of their wood,
a world where we only care about children before they are born.
Some cry for angels and the angels rush to the pleas
but the angels see the corruption and off again they flee.
We live in a world where we are more angered by cruel words than great massacres,
a world where we care more about the economy of the country than the lives of the world,
a world where those who fight for peace are mocked and forgotten but those who lie for power are loved and immortalized.
Some sing for brotherhood but the tune is lost in war;
we've all been fighting for so damn long, we forgot what we're fighting for.

- Jordyn Mart

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I found this online and wanted to share. Not sure who the original author is...

"Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust.
And I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply,
And the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again."

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(The following is a spiritual poem, not written by myself. The author is unknown to me at this time.)
O Great Beloveds of the starry night
You who reign in all your seen and unseen glory
Come forth and share yourselves with me and to All That Is
Let it be known everywhere who you really are
For you are more ready then you believe yourselves to be
The closet is not as safe a place as the Grand Illusion has led you all to believe
Wake up!
Beloved sleepy ones
Wipe the dust from your eyes
And shake the cobwebs from your limbs
Believe me when I say that it's far wiser to correct a dissonant harmonic
Then to allow a symphony to play disunited
Therein lies your power
A secret revealed
The Heart
The greatest instrument that you can Feel
Is also the greatest instrument to Be
Yes, indeed!
Feeling is being
And being is knowing
And knowing is connecting
Merging in with Truth
I wonder to All
Can you value your uniqueness as part of the Whole?
Can you see your beauty in all your glory?
All of that which is in the likeness of the Unnameable One
Is reflected upon us with divine grace
Cloudy eyes shift to clear and all truth is thus revealed
Now try and go back into the self-enclosed proverbial closet
How do you feel?
Not so easy is it?
Or is it?

My Dream

Dec. 2nd, 2012 05:47 pm
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I dream of a world where
All people eat together, drink together,
dance together, sing together
Laugh together, play together,
rest together, pray together.
I dream of a world where all love together and all mourn together.

I dream of a world that appreciates the beauty of nature but it blind to the color of skin.
I dream of a world where we pass on our nurture from kin to kin to kin.
I dream of a world where we all appreciate the holy spirit within
and all understand that, hand in hand, all battles we can win.
I dream of a world that understands our unity and appreciates our individuality.

This dream is not so simple, yet so easy at the same time.
A paradox of possibilities, the outcome so sublime.
Look past your daily stresses to the outside of your mind
and you will find the broken line between what's yours and mine.


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