Soliloquy in Thought No. 1

A word of empassioned influence, the crowd in the palm of the hand, of the speaker and his confidence, a great more great with falling sand.

A lesson amongst the madness, the co tent vast and growing, of better lives and greater minds, a time of knowledge flowing.

A discussion with the people, the matter to be addressed, of changing what one knows, a life that has been blessed.

A challenge to authority, the power undermined, of information scrutinised, a difficult endeavour.

A mention in praise of effort, the journey nears an end, of undetermined learnings, a process ought to mend.

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Passion

Misplaced by many;
Each nature not private,
On sleeves and in hearts.
One searches,
One finds,
One is empowered.
Embodied in the disheartened thrills,
Each must empathise.
For what meaning does passion unite?
May it be accepted in order to belong;
Socially acceptable behaviour.
Not that one must be accepted,
For passion thives greater within,
Lust overpowers the patterns on ones sleeve,
Desire and emotion create meaning for some,
And crush others…
Why?
Simply passion drives.
We must yet steer,
But accept our own destinations.

Guise.

Father

Teaching wit and wisdom,

Sharp and purposeful,

From early, you taught,

And I listened.

I learned,

How to think,

How to question,

How to be strong,

How to be gentle.

Your example set my foundation,

Lit my curiosity,

And thirst for knowledge and answers.

I will always love you.

Guise.

Fortune

To be surrounded,

By those you love,

And whose love,

Reciprocates,

A feeling of true humanity,

Community,

A place which makes sense,

In a world which does not.

Lucky, I consider

myself to be,

In a world which is not.

Guise.

Reality Driven

Follow says the wise,

Be educated and concise.

Know and tell,

To learn and share.

Expression of privy.

Follow says the leader,

For wisdom is but pestilence,

Transferrable.

Not logical nor emotional.

Blind.

Follow says the poor,

Take example and opportunity.

One must be grateful,

Not greedy and ambitious.

Follow says the indescribably unique,

You are the well of all knowledge.

Guise.

Construction 

What are these constructs which surround?
They stand and cast one meager shadow,
No refuge for the busy heart,
Or mind.
Am I due to face the consequences,
Of which my mind has overpopulated
Night does not fall within these walls.
How tall?
This cannot be a single thought.
If I am to feel a part
But in which way may this surface,
For the sword cannot win the hearts of the blind,
Simply the mind.
Why must these constructs fall,
If we are to see the world.
These walls,
Simply familiar,
A comfort against the wind.
But still they fall.
For the journey is all the sweeter,
As one.

Guise.

Pressure 

A moment and a glance or two,

In which way may it be true?

If nature simply specifies,

accordingly,

To recognise and justify.

Decisions and commitments,

Raging intuition,

If nothing more.

Know your path,

Prepare for detours,

Act with sense.

One must measure

The enormity of the journey

If one expects,

One assumes,

And one learns.

While the path,

Relentless,

Consumes.

Take control and grow. 


Guise.