It’s such a small world,
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But it’s an even shorter life,
And there’s no universal way to live it wrong or right.
Look out for you.
Of yourself, never lose sight.
Keep your head to the sky even when sunny days turn into dark nights.
For when it’s most dark, the stars shine most bright.
Never let the world’s shadow dim your life’s light.
Tag: Louisiana Poets
The Pursuit of Happiness
One of the keys in life is finding true happiness.
It is a key that will unlock doors you never knew existed.
Most people have a flawed view of what it means to be happy.They believe that external sources can improve or give birth to a happy life or a satisfied soul.
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But that couldn’t be further from the truth and here’s the proof…
There is no external solution to what is internally deficient.
If your mind is depressed, you’re in need of proper mental nutrition.
Anything from the outside that brings one joy can be easily taken away like a child’s favorite toy.
But one’s possession of a happiness that is rooted from deep within is the possession of true happiness that knows no end.
Thought of the Day | 04.24.2019
People don’t change, they just gradually show more of who they really were all along. As the sun rises, what was not visible in the dark can no longer hide. True intentions and real character can only evade time’s light for so long. And when that is finally shone, often impressions and assumptions are proven wrong…
Q.A.
Gotham
The heart of the city.
I once controlled the rhythm of the beat.
When the days turned dark,
Your spotlight shined bright in the sky.
I would drop everything
With no reason as to why.
I’d run to you, and if I had wings I’d fly
As fast as I could because for this city
I’d might even die.
Your conspicuous vigilante
Always there to save the day.
To wash away and decimate all dismay.
Rain poured, thunder growled in a vicious rage
And my cape was in the wind
Knowing there would be no wage paid.
Just peace of mind knowing my city was safe
From the thought and feeling
Of stress and no escape.
Now the sands of time have washed this city away,
Yet I still can’t convince myself that I shouldn’t stay.
What was once in order, now in total disarray.
With only me left with a balance to pay.
The price of wasted time and irrational effort.
Misplaced devotion, an unsuccessful endeavor.
Energy that could’ve been invested
In a less temporary treasure.
None of my actions were driven by pleasure,
But by the dream of this city lasting forever.
However, nothing lasts. To believe otherwise is silly.
Still, it hurts to know that there is no more love
In the heart of this city.
Q.A.
Wildfire
Another rainy day in Louisiana…
How much water does this place really need?
Swamplands, marsh, gulfs, rivers, daily torrential downpours.
The heart of this place pumps H20 it would seem.
An abundance of life’s essential ingredient is hardly a bad thing…
But I mean, I could think of a place out west truly in need.
I guess that’s just life’s game. One goes without, while the other lives in excess.
A cycle that has been in existence since the beginning of time.
Survival of the most fortunate.
Maybe life has 2 circles instead of a singular.
One yearns for a miracle, the other has the single cure.
The yin and yang phenomenon shows it’s face, yet again.
The fortunate and misfortunate.
The former with nothing, the latter with everything…to lose.
As I sit and watch futile raindrops trickle down a glass window…
Whose authority is it actually to choose these rules?
As rhetorical as this question may appear to be…
I suppose life is merely a dream.
Is my subconscious taking me down a winding river stream?
Sharp turns, choppy waters. All leading to a penultimate waterfall.
The height of my expectations dictating how hard I fall.
Whether inside my punctured boat, or swimming freely immersed in the element.
Both have the same ending.
Engulfed in the vast stream, my internal wildfire reverts to clouds of steam…
How much water does this place really need?
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Quan Amiri 