Inspire

This one came to me by surprise ..; it came to me early in the morning while I was half asleep. I will range this one as a free verse poem where everything goes but one thing am sure it will do is inspire someone today and in the future.

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Inspire

Deep within the thorns,
A rose flower emerges.

Deep within the darkness of the soil,
A scattered seed sprouts into a seedling.

Amongst the hard rocks,
A vibrant green city of moss thrives.

From an unlikely seed;
The grand majestic mustard tree comes forth.

Thus do not despair ..; where your life is at today.
For your season of harvest has just begun,

Deep inside you, lies a bottom less pit full of potential
You may appear beaten down, condemned by the society

“But”

Deep within you, something has been growing,
And you can feel it, it makes you smile
Of how beautiful it is, and once it surfaces;
It will inspire the world.., and beyond.

Mindful Edward™

Shadows from The Past

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Do not mistake me for a killer or a psycho on the loose for shadows from the past, are fast beckoning, and they are neither my victims nor my captives.
I can feel their presence everywhere I go; and at night is when they torment me the most with their echoing bellows…… , I once asked my neighbors if they have ever heard their endless screams and whisperings but they dismissed me every time and my insistence over time earned me the name “the nutty neighbor” but I always understood them for their eyes were not yet open for if they knew what I only see then they would have noticed the shadow that sneaked into their own home and it is one that screams the loudest.

Do not let my words scare you … for am just an instrument designed to warn you and awaken your inner and far sight so that your body, mind, and soul can find inner peace in these troubling and very confusing times….; so without further ado let me let you in on my secret, I first started seeing my shadows when I first realized that not all is at it is and all as it is not all I thought it was “confusing words right there” I have never really quite understood them but at least I managed to write them down and maybe you, will be able to decipher a meaning in them.
These shadows are neither demons nor are they fallen angels’ but are to be feared and revered as they are made up of the mind and it’s un-fathomed power for we are essentially who we create ourselves to be an all that occurs is as a result of our own making.

These shadows consist of mental blocks that stop you from reaching your true potential and they primarily consist of fear, bad past experiences, utter laziness and anything else your mind brings forth to make you debate and stop you from making that life changing decision but there is a remedy that can eradicate these mental barriers that keep us from reaching our true potential and the answer can be found in the simple words of Stephen Richards where he said “when you do what you fear the most then you can do anything, for the worst mistake you can do in this life is to think you’re alive when really you’re asleep in life’s waiting room.”

So this time round don’t let the shadows take what is rightfully yours by taking control of your mind and its unfathomed power of imagination for if you don’t they will surely take what they think is rightfully theirs.

Mindful Edward™

Life is like a clock

Every second that ticks away merely marks where we have been…; Life is like a clock, we are dying as we are living, but I would prefer to look at it another way. Life is like an ever present horizon extending unstoppably that equalizes us all.

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Life is like a clock

Tick tock! Tick tock! the sluggish
Hour hand followed the graceful
Minute hand while the majestic
Second hand outdid their prowess
In each rotation.

For life is like a clock and I refuse
To be the hour hand, for it appears
Lazy and fat, just sitting their
Edging slowly as if it had all the
Time in the world.

I admire the graceful minute hand, the
Person in between.
Never too late, and never too early
Comfortable in the middle, with a slight
Advancement but better than the latter
But still refuse to be in the middle,
Motionless As if dead.

I endeavor to become the second hand
The over achiever, the flamboyant one
They race through life, realizing victory
In everything they undertake.
But still life is like a clock, for even
Though majestic. the sluggish hour hand
And the graceful minute hand soon catches
Up with the majestic one

Mindful Edward™

That Is What It Is

In order for a system to work effectively and flawlessly, there must be a group of workers suffering and enduring long working hours for a few to enjoy.

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That Is What It Is

A two faced monster
A wolf in sheep clothing,
That is what it is.
A barren land
A land full off opportunities

A two faced monster
That is what it is.
A jovial group, a pack of tourist,
A frustrated group, a thousand
Workers, an angry lot

Luxurious style, expensive
Eateries, Presidential suits,
Words describing comfort
A Tourist song
An overcrowded camp, in adequate
Facilities, unfriendly working conditions,
A workers agony

A two faced monster
That is what it is
A barren land
A land full of opportunities

Mindful Edward™

Bitter Sweet Memories

“He who searches for friends without faults will never have a friend”
-Unknown-

I want to speak of my dear friend, my one and only friend of whom now I try so hard not to speak of. It was not always like this; back then we seemed inseparable…… we complimented each other in each and every way , Truth be told, no one knows how fellow human beings come to be close friends. Do we choose them or do they choose us? For me I knew where I stood I always believed I am the one who choose on whom to keep close and on whom to keep at arm’s length but the more I remember how it all started back then the more I realize how mistaken I was I dint have many options of friendships it was either her or the Thug or the Broker whom didn’t want his deals followed for fear of loss of business. So I decided to settle for the subtle, little did I know it was a ticking time bomb that couldn’t be diffused.

Due to life lessons I have come to equate friendship to marriage. You never want to settle for subtle for subtle beings are the ones that silence you in the night with a warming kiss. One thing that this experience has taught me is never to settle for less than you deserve; these words have been spoken upon again and again and still no one takes heed. It’s also said that “Whoever ceases to be a friend was never one at all” but in reality friendship does not cease its “Dies” an awful and painful death and should never be resuscitated for it will never be the same as its painful scars that led to its demise will forever haunt you and you will know no peace for you will always be anticipating the worst that’s why I cannot bear to walk the same path that lead to my destruction for after its death my inner being was awakened from slumber and now I see thing s in a new perspective

Its true our friendship did die but it didn’t cease for I can’t erase you in my mind for you are not only responsible for the bad memories in my life but you are also responsible for the best memories I will ever have in my life time …. But for now we shall walk separate paths and my only hope is that our paths shall cross once again in the near future.

Mindful Edward ™

If Only

Change is as good as a rest; but one thing people don’t realize is that it doesn’t come that easy. For I say this from experience as one day I woke up and felt that I needed to change but kept o wandering what would happen if I changed.

 

If Only

If only I could then I would,
I could change everything but
Then wonder if I could handle
The change.

If could handle the change, then
I would wonder if people would
Accept the new change.

If only I could then I would
I could change but then wonder
If the world will be ready
For the new change.

Mindful Edward™

Tribute to Forgotten Hero

(Another beautiful one from the archives of Mindful; this one from back in 2014 January reminded me of how fun it is to write…. enjoy)

Tribute to Forgotten Hero

The pleasure of writing is ever satisfactory, for me the feeling is always overwhelming as if I have won a long fought war. for every time I finish an article and I sit back overlooking it, I feel as if am standing over a hill overlooking my conquest while in the back of my mind I replay the rush of thoughts “the insane ones mostly” that didn’t make the cut while lightly tapping the table with my pen; I have no idea why I do this and maybe I will never do……….,  coming back to reality I lightly place my pen back onto its holder and notice its almost running dry a and think to myself what if I didn’t have another to replace it, no doubt my whole world would sadly become meaningless, like a comic book without a hero that’s how my world would be.

In every conquest there is hero who is usually forgotten, their work being the backbone of each success story. These heroes give life, colour and add voice to the voiceless. That’s why today I want to give tribute to such a hero who has shaped the best and worst of my battles, my dear “PEN” you will truly be missed. You voiced my opinions and ideas to the masses and gave my world colour when I needed it the most. As your tip slowly runs dry, even the paper begins to crumble and tear….; for it knows the end of a legacy is near and fast approaching. But for you, deep inside you know it’s just the beginning of an even greater legacy as your work will live forever to be enjoyed by many generations to come. From my end it’s just a sweet and bitter a goodbye for you shall be greatly missed; but forever remembered every time one goes through a good read that you so magnificently crafted to life.

Mindful Edward™