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Someday I’ll Be Dead
Yes, in response to the lady on facebook who called me selfish for leaving my loved ones behind.
Someday I’ll be dead and there is nothing I can do to stop dying.
Yes, I can slow down the process by not drinking, smoking, or doing drugs.
But someday, I will still be dead, period
Yes, death is inevitable.
Someday I’ll be dead and in my opinion, I want to have lived life before I die.
Yes, I can live a healthy and sober life.
Someday I’ll be dead and I believe that there must be balance.
Yes, I love my family.
Someday I’ll be dead and I want to enjoy every minute I get to be myself as myself.
Yes, I want to spend time with them.
Someday I’ll be dead and the memories my children have will be of me being me with them.
They will know me and who I am.
We will laugh and cry and remember as they grow up.
They will be great memories.
I will never die as long as they remember me.
But someday I’ll still be dead.
Tomorrow
When the sunrises
It will be another tomorrow.
The tomorrow is a new tomorrow
Beginning a new today.
A new future
In another sunrise.
My new life begins tomorrow.
Seeing
Since I was a child, there were things I did not understand
And there were things I knew
Yet I could not make sense of the things I knew.
The world was not a place where I belonged
But it was the place I lived.
No one could explain
Nor could they explain
In words that I could understand.
It has taken almost a lifetime
To find my way.
Escaping reality was my only salvation
During times of hardship and heartache.
Lost in clouds and dreams
While the world pulled me down
Forcing the shackles of societal bonds
Into the prison of my own making
As I tried to fit in to that of which I was told to be.
Almost destroying what I was meant to be.
Searching for someone to save me.
No angels answered my calls.
No god called my name
With no heaven to lead me to.
Hell was not a place.
It was the world of which I lived
By my own hand.
As I listened to the voices of those who knew nothing.
My salvation came when I broke the bonds which I let hold me.
Songs sung in my own voice,
Words which I wrote,
A melody which I hummed
All on my own
Dancing to my own heartbeat.
Answers were within me all the while
My eyes were closed
Unable to see and find what was staring at me in the mirror.
It was me
Who held myself back
From finding
Me.
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Iʻm tired
Too busy to write down my thoughts
Too many thoughts to write down
Too old to remember them all
Iʻm dealing
With too much drama
With too little sleep
With too many people
Iʻm waiting
For the sunset
For the quiet night
For the sunrise
My tomorrow is only a horizon away
Chasing Buddha
As a child, I did not understand the world so I lived in my own world. I opened my heart to only find that I was misunderstood and called weak and foolish. I closed my heart, I closed my eyes and I let the world take me into darkness.
Lost in a world where I did not understand my place, I was misguided by the words of others as their expectations and dreams surrounded me. They spun me around and round until I was dizzy. Unable to see in the dark, I found myself lost in a sea of misery.
But I could swim. I could feel the sunlight of every day. I could dream through the cold dark night.
The tide of time eventually carried me back to my own world. I rode the waves to shore and walked upon the sand to find myself looking back and smiling. The water had taken my life and carried me to a new life.
For the first time, I understood my world. I knew who I was and why I was there. I have traveled in search of what was always inside of me. The path to my heart was in my mind and I chased Buddha to find the path to enlightenment. All the while, the path to enlightenment was inside me and my eyes opened to see the light in my heart still shone. It was the place where I never looked.
I searched the hearts of others, peering into their eyes to see their souls and praying they would see mine. As I walked ashore that day, led by the hand of a child. My children were playing in the surf and calling me to them. As we reached the warm sand of a new day, when I looked back and I saw my reflection in the water, I looked into my eyes and saw my soul and opened my heart to let the light shine to my path of enlightenment.
Sleeplessness
Sleeping sleeplessly
Dreaming dreamless
Fighting silently
Waking empty
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I have kept myself so busy, I forgot about my heart…
I will go back to being too busy to listen.
My heart is obsessed and it hurts my head to listen.
Aloha… it is more than just a word
In Hawaiʻi, the words of the hawaiian language are often misinterpreted into western culture. There is no single definition for words, there is spirit and they are part of our way of life. Live aloha!!! Please share and help this video go viral because this is the type of video that should go viral! The post is “The meaning behind the Spirit of Aloha”
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Leaning too far left or too far right,
Falling down.
Getting back up
only to fall again.
Reaching for a helping hand
only to be pulled down.
Face down
on the ground,
looking up
to see the sky,
the clouds,
the sun.
Finding warmth
and strength
to get up again…