The strange moment you start promoting your work through online games…

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Excited

Finally making the steps needed to get my poetry recognized in book form!  I thank everyone that has helped out so far, those who are helping currently, and those that may in the future.. you all know who you are.

A Sheep in Wolves Clothing

I sit on the 9th floor of an 8 storey building,
legs hanging, feeling the breeze of the early evening.
The wind whispers echoes of my own thoughts in my ears,
offering a gentle nudge as if to say, “it’s ok.”

I stare endlessly down,
streets armed with razor sharp teeth,
a beast ready to feed on its weakest offspring.

Flocks of people,
moving about their everyday existence in disguise.
Face to face they are better than you.
Flaunting their PhDs in ‘confidence‘,
BA’s in ‘how to climb corporate ladders‘,
Easy to earn MA’s in ‘conceit‘,
with a natural minor in ‘Rubbing your nose in it.’
All the while having no real experience,
but the paper trail sure looks impressive!

But as you watch them all as a unit,
something becomes oddly obvious.
Those fancy degrees are merely vouchers,
for the costumes they wear on a daily basis.
You see, they aren’t actually smarter than you or I,
it’s the greatest illusion they never knew they were involved in.
At the core they are but sheep in wolves clothing.

The hunger grows within me,
and I jump back from my 150 foot perch.
I won’t be consumed by these impostures, not today.
For now I take mental notes of what I observe,
become a predator ready to strike.
I’ll hunt their knowledge while blending in,
because only now do I understand how you truly succeed,
by doing as I now do to you,
prying apart your weaknesses
as a true wolf pull their food from the bone
leaving the scraps behind for others like me.
The scraps you couldn’t be bothered to clean up.

But now I’m your predator,
ready to pounce on your job.
I’ll be as cautious as you were,
my attempt to not alert my impersonators.
Now I am the wolf… but I’ll step into sheep’s clothing.
For now.

I hope one day to inspire ONE person to do something, anything.

I think it’s amazing how people can inspire others to do something, whether its a close friend that tells you it’s ok to not write something, to just move on and write something else… The first piece will finish itself later.

… Or simply reading how great someone else’s poetry is, hoping one day hear one of your poems mentioned in comparison to theirs.

This is why one day I hope someone reads something I wrote, or sees something I did and gets that urge to do “something”…

Success Haiku

Someone asked me to define “success” in 10 words or less, so I decided to up the ante and make it a Haiku. this is what I came up with:

Objective complete.

Although some unsatisfied,

Still feel acomplished

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What is Heaven?

This is a question I got in my ask box a few days ago, and I’m sorry I didn’t answer this sooner, but that is a deep deep question open to many millions of potential answers, and I didn’t feel this was the type of question I could answer with a simple one line.

In my own personal opinion Heaven is simply a state of mind. I know, I’m liable to get lynched for this answer already, but remember, you asked me.

On its deepest level I think Heaven is what you make it, a level of true happiness, not in death, but as a living entity who is truly happy. There’s more to the phrase “Heaven on Earth” than perhaps many understand. See, Heaven is told to be a place of beauty, happiness, and perfection. What are these three things but opinions that differ from one person to the next?

I could further explain this by touching on a different popular question, a question that Dr Howard Cutler asked the Dalai Lama back in the 80s (but published almost a decade later), “What is the meaning of life?”. The Dalai Lama’s answer was surprisingly simple at its most basic… Happiness.

So if the meaning of life is to simply be happy and help others achieve the same, and Heaven is a place where, according to Christian mythology, (perhaps you would have rathered I used theology?) You are meant to be happy, and happiness is a state of mind, I feel it is only fair to suggest that Heaven is a state of mind.

Its truly a theory that can be accepted regardless of beliefs, but in order to do so people may need to remember one thing. The book that mentions Heaven as a glorious, physical place, with pearly gates, where you are to be accepted into, is filled with analogies and can’t be taken literally unless you feel its truly reasonable to think someone once held the power to part the seas, to walk on water, that winged humans exist, and that a man once had enough warning of a flood to hold a boat so large to hold 2 of every animal in existence.

Once you understand that the bible uses metaphor and symbolism, its much easier to accept that maybe its not heaven that accepts you, but instead you that accepts it as a peaceful frame of mind. Perhaps you could even go on to say since the mind is made of electrical impulses that upon death, those electrical impulses can free itself from your body and live on without the need to see, hear, smell, touch… But instead simply “feel” at heaven… As a “spirit” is thought to do.

A Moment (transferred)

I remember a moment…

A moment where everything was the way it was long ago…

A moment that time stood still like a reality show on pause on our PVR…

A moment that I wished would last a lifetime… Where nothing in the world mattered, not the worlds problems, not the contents of our bank accounts, not even what’s for dinner…

What -is- for dinner?

Because they say you need food to sustain life… But baby, all I need is you.

I remember a moment…

A moment where we could sit and stare at each other and carry on endless conversations without so much a word, except “I love you…”

I love you…

I love you too.

…And I stared into your eyes, like the reflective surface of a crystal clear pool, seeing everything that’s on the other side. Your thoughts… your feelings… Your soul.

And I edged closer to look deeper, forgetting I can’t swim and naturally… I fell in.

I fell deep into that pool that I call love.

The love that I call you.

The you that I call my life. And while I sank deeper and deeper in that pool, you did what could only seem natural… you reached in to save me. but its true that the calmest moments in water come just before you drown, so I said no. I don’t want to be pulled from this pool. I want to be drowned in your love until the day I die… And I know you feel the same.

I remember a moment…

A moment that tiredness wasn’t even a factor. That’s right… I don’t need sleep either when I have you, because you can relax me with a mere look… and quite frankly this is better than a dream… because dreams end.

A moment when we realized maybe perfection may not be real… But damn it, get the record books on the phone, because this has to be as close as it gets.

A moment that I couldn’t live without you anymore, because we are but one soul living in two bodies.

A moment that I decided I didn’t care how hot it is tonight, I want to hold you close.

A moment your heart started beating so loud, that I watched your pulse gain speed.

A moment that I hope copies itself across our lives like a page in a Xerox machine.

A moment I fell for you again… and again.

A moment I wrote a poem for you.

I remember a moment…

A moment that is now.

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A word’s just a word, till you mean the word you say..

…and yet even after you say it, and mean it, it seems some words still have little meaning to those who hear them.

Someone I follow recently used sorry and perfect as examples, two words that perhaps through decades of misuse have lost meaning to many.

Yet the words sorry, I can vouch for, still has true intent and meaning to it when spoken from some. Yet due to the misuse many put it through, when someone such as myself uses it in a genuine fashion, it’s meaning seems as potent as a single drop of alcohol dripped into the entire ocean. Watered down… Nearly nonexistent. It’s the actions we attempt to put along with this word I suppose that make the difference in this case. Something far more difficult to do, wirhout having it seem like your doing it just to say sorry.

The abuse of this word makes appologies nearly impossible now days.

The other being ‘perfect’ although I agree it on it’s own has no individual meaning, there isn’t a ‘perfect person’ we can attempt to be a carbon copy of, for we are all flawed in some way. It’s those flaws that make use individuals. However, perfection can be viewed as a matter of opinion, a set of ideals or values we put together. Perfects it’s a word that should often be used, in some form, with “… to me.” just as the letter ‘q’ is typically followed by the letter ‘u’.

If i were referring to a friend of mine i could use the example: To me you are a perfect friend.

How can someone make a statement like this when there are different opinions of what a perfect friend is? To some its a person ready to drop anything to go to the club at the drop of a hat… For others it’s someone that is able to share every interest…

For me it’s someone able to share some interests, and introduce me to new ideas, while hopefully I can do the same for them. Someone non-judgemental. Someone that cares, is open, and trustworthy. I could name a whole list of traits to discribe a perfect friend… But it’s not the point.

The point is to not give up on words you feel aren’t real and carry mo meaning. Perfection is real, but it an opinion not a fact. You can be a perfect person… But not until you are the person you want to be… People are perfect when they can look in a mirror and say “I am me.”

I’ll stop this blog now, this was intended to be a short comment on a short phrase I reblogged, turned into me using the original blog (the title of this one) as a prompt.

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