I was misdiagnosed too many times,
saved myself from all the lies.
Escaped to a far off place
and now I have acclimatized.
I survived the darkest hours,
made it through the worst storms.
April showers bring may flowers,
soon I'll be back to normal.
Assimilated today,
maybe one day I will know greatness.
Surround myself with only positive
and now I feel so elated.
Thought that I knew everything
but I barely knew a thing.
Once I accepted this truth,
my soul began to sing.
Buried under avalanches
and even lost at sea.
Volcanic ash surrounded me
until I was a victim of my own misery.
Tornadoes and tsunamis of terror twisted inside of me
but the landslide brought me down, to Earth again.
No longer afraid to falter now that I am my own best friend.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
New World Order.
I listen to music and I am overcome with inspiration
that moves my soul and fills me with determination.
Sobriety has been so good to me now that my demons are eliminated.
I just sit back and let the words pour out until I'm proud of my creations.
Venting all of my frustrations now that I am hydrated.
No stranger to torment but ashamed that I became so jaded.
Many moons ago, my life revolved around getting faded.
But now that I've regained control of LIFE, I feel so elated.
Celebrating myself again now that I'm no longer vacant
or running from a lie that became too blatant.
Learning to survive, my virtue of choice is patience.
I just grew so tired of my endless hospitalizations.
Striving for universal elevation, a new level of consciousness in every nation.
Tired of the ignorance, everyone's only concerned with their occupations.
There is no better time than now for our hearts to accept a new vocation.
So let's all put our hands together and pray for exaltation.
Clap your hands and raise your voices for divination.
Now that we've got education, it's our graduation.
So let's open our hearts and say congratulations.
that moves my soul and fills me with determination.
Sobriety has been so good to me now that my demons are eliminated.
I just sit back and let the words pour out until I'm proud of my creations.
Venting all of my frustrations now that I am hydrated.
No stranger to torment but ashamed that I became so jaded.
Many moons ago, my life revolved around getting faded.
But now that I've regained control of LIFE, I feel so elated.
Celebrating myself again now that I'm no longer vacant
or running from a lie that became too blatant.
Learning to survive, my virtue of choice is patience.
I just grew so tired of my endless hospitalizations.
Striving for universal elevation, a new level of consciousness in every nation.
Tired of the ignorance, everyone's only concerned with their occupations.
There is no better time than now for our hearts to accept a new vocation.
So let's all put our hands together and pray for exaltation.
Clap your hands and raise your voices for divination.
Now that we've got education, it's our graduation.
So let's open our hearts and say congratulations.
LUPUS.
Autoimmune diseases that mainly affect Goddesses from Venus,
have got me seething, writhing with anger for my aunts, sisters and nieces.
Lupus took an angel from me when she was only twenty-three and I was nine.
I am now filled with rage against a machine that killed one of mine.
AIDS and Arthritis, HIV, and Fibromyalgia,
are weapons worse than guns that can annihilate anyone's nostalgia.
Chronic illnesses of a calibre that create constant pain;
the kind that can conjure up cancerous emotions in the brain.
I will not quit or concede to defeat until there is a cure,
for these crimes against humanity that rob my brothers of their allure.
Once so charming, now disarmed of their desires to stay alive and fight the good fight.
Coughing, wheezing to survive, all throughout the night.
But alas, they soldier on with the kind of will that creates legacies,
for they are armed with strength that could have even defeated Hercules.
have got me seething, writhing with anger for my aunts, sisters and nieces.
Lupus took an angel from me when she was only twenty-three and I was nine.
I am now filled with rage against a machine that killed one of mine.
AIDS and Arthritis, HIV, and Fibromyalgia,
are weapons worse than guns that can annihilate anyone's nostalgia.
Chronic illnesses of a calibre that create constant pain;
the kind that can conjure up cancerous emotions in the brain.
I will not quit or concede to defeat until there is a cure,
for these crimes against humanity that rob my brothers of their allure.
Once so charming, now disarmed of their desires to stay alive and fight the good fight.
Coughing, wheezing to survive, all throughout the night.
But alas, they soldier on with the kind of will that creates legacies,
for they are armed with strength that could have even defeated Hercules.
Israeli-Palestinian Conflict.
In Judaism, similar to in Islam, a woman must always cover her hair.
Modesty and honour are prevalent throughout both socioeconomic or cultural practices.
Yet the focus is always on the differences, the things that set us apart, mainly based on the right to land.
It has become entirely political, quite quizzical and even hypocritical.
The enlightened powers that be would love to see a change,
in how brothers and sisters show their love for one another.
Instead of war, famine and poverty; why not life, acceptance and liberty?
I, too, was brought up to be a Muslim, however, today, at this moment in time, I can only identify as a humanist.
It pains me to know that two groups of people so identical could forget, so quickly, about the Abrahamic ties of our people.
When Moses pleaded that Pharaoh let his people go, my belief is that they received their promised land but centuries of turmoil and greed have left us in this mess.
Emile Durkheim's conflict theory suggests that this is in-group mentality, us versus them as better or worse than the rest.
Insanity, if you ask me, my own parents taught me to love everybody.
And they were only immigrants in a foreign land or sovereignty, in the seventies,
I'm so grateful to call Canada home, despite all the tragedies I've seen,
I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to experience warlike atrocities.
The bottom line is that I may try as hard as I can to attempt to empathize but I will never understand what makes one more of a man than his or her fellow human being.
I believe in equality for all persons big or small and I pray to God that it won't be long until the walls fall down.
Holy sites like Mecca, Medina or the Wailing Wall belong to anyone with a pulse; all of this exclusivity is sheer nonsense.
But what do I know, I am but a mere lad of twenty six that prefers gnosticism, peace, and Disney flicks.
Modesty and honour are prevalent throughout both socioeconomic or cultural practices.
Yet the focus is always on the differences, the things that set us apart, mainly based on the right to land.
It has become entirely political, quite quizzical and even hypocritical.
The enlightened powers that be would love to see a change,
in how brothers and sisters show their love for one another.
Instead of war, famine and poverty; why not life, acceptance and liberty?
I, too, was brought up to be a Muslim, however, today, at this moment in time, I can only identify as a humanist.
It pains me to know that two groups of people so identical could forget, so quickly, about the Abrahamic ties of our people.
When Moses pleaded that Pharaoh let his people go, my belief is that they received their promised land but centuries of turmoil and greed have left us in this mess.
Emile Durkheim's conflict theory suggests that this is in-group mentality, us versus them as better or worse than the rest.
Insanity, if you ask me, my own parents taught me to love everybody.
And they were only immigrants in a foreign land or sovereignty, in the seventies,
I'm so grateful to call Canada home, despite all the tragedies I've seen,
I couldn't imagine what it'd be like to experience warlike atrocities.
The bottom line is that I may try as hard as I can to attempt to empathize but I will never understand what makes one more of a man than his or her fellow human being.
I believe in equality for all persons big or small and I pray to God that it won't be long until the walls fall down.
Holy sites like Mecca, Medina or the Wailing Wall belong to anyone with a pulse; all of this exclusivity is sheer nonsense.
But what do I know, I am but a mere lad of twenty six that prefers gnosticism, peace, and Disney flicks.
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