The Road Less Taken

I’ve left the baggage

I’ve left the clouds

I see a new door open

It’s the door I want to take

But it’s not a road most taken

It’s a road for the few

But this road is my life

This is my passion, I’ve made my decision

This road less taken is the road I will travel

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Life

Life is a long journey

People say life is short but it’s not

It definitely goes quickly

Which only when you look back

It’s still been long

It’s taken many years, doing what you’re doing

Many years to master your skills

Many years doing the same old thing

Talking to the same old people

The same friends and family

They tell you to get married, have children and fit in

But none of that will make you happy

Many marriages fail, children leave you behind

All you’re left is with yourself

So before you try to ‘fit in’

Try to be happy

Find your strengths

Reach for the stars

You don’t know what’s to come

Anything is possible

You only realise that as you grow

Be your own best friend

Live your own life

 

Bellow My Grief

This poem is in response to the short story called Misery by Anton Chekhov 

“To Whom Shall I Tell My Grief?”

Sorrow shimmers through his body

His son – his little baby calf – dead!

oh! What agony!

To lose a loved one is to repent a lifetime

If only someone would hear him bawl

Listen vehemently to his grief – his distress – his pain.

He would cry to the world

Curse at the cosmos

To acquire the wishful years lost;

For his only son to reappear in his arms again.

R.I.P – Kuzma Ionitch

American Beauty – A memorable quote

I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain

You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.

Deception Is Hell

Here they appear again

the demons, they envelop the brain

Confusing any ounce of sanity that used to be naturally present

Distortions of visual images

Distortions of sound vibrations in the air

oh, hell!

If there’s such a thing as hell

it needs to be this

A deception of the real world

A blockage to function

Unnecessary triggers and gradual increase in amplitude

Weakness in the reality;

Rightness in the wrong;

Believing in the non-existent; believing in the lies.

Deception is hell.

A form of psychedelia.

Be vigilant.

Fight against all odds.

Believe.

Anjuna

Contentment

Part 1

There was a deep sense of contentment in him. He wasn’t married, hardly ever had a girlfriend, he was a 27 year old virgin. Yes, he’d had relationships of course but they never were successful enough to last. That was one of the sorrows he’d endured. He knew he would find someone. Maybe he would have to wait a long time, longer than most of his friends who were already married or had someone and were definitely not virgins. He had attracted all the things that had happened in his life. So, really, he had no one else to blame. He created his own life.

But nonetheless, he was satisfied. Very frighteningly satisfied with who he was. He could drink a cup of coffee, sit with himself for hours, go to a museum and still feel completely happy and joy for the way he lived his life. He was content but felt a pang of loneliness. Loneliness not because he felt lonely, but because of what other people might perceive him to be. He cared a lot about other people.

He had a dark past. The future he knew would get a lot better. He had amended his mistakes for the sins he had committed. Even though he always had problems with maintaining relationships he knew he would get there. Get to the place where most people feel happy in sharing secrets, sharing their life with others. He had a sense of hidden satisfaction, where he didn’t feel the need to share things with other people. He only had to share things with himself, and that made him happy. However, he still wanted to get married, he still wanted to have a wife, a soul-mate, SOMEBODY to call his own! Often he would sing the song “Can anybody find somebody for me” but only in the 4 walls of his room.

There she was. His soul-mate. He knew it, the minute he laid eyes on her that she was the one. They met by accident. But he had to wait, and waiting was something he detested. He hated waiting. I mean, who likes waiting? He had to make the right moves this time. He had to see that it works out.

Lets see what happens in the part 2…….