the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time


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Day 311 – Confession #2: Remedy Struggle

To remedy struggle is to:
Hold fellow victims in the tightest embrace for fear of losing them
To grasp so tightly the strings connected to balloons wanting to escape
To claw at the terror that taunts you from the other side of the bars

You like it, but despise it

Solving problems that so conveniently find solace in your lap
You live to serve and serve you must
For the value of your valor resides in your trust

You cannot help it

You intend to make better the plains of despair
To replant the land with crops of equality
Where the fruitless become fruitful

You hope to replenish the waterways of yesterday
That have since been drained by greed and hatred

But you cannot help yourself either

While you toil in the sand-filled soils and tempestuous seas
The roaring wind becomes nothing but a whisper to you

The most evident actions remain in the shadows of your overwhelmed heart

So if today seems a brighter day for you to
Plant more hopeful gardens
And pour a more generous river

You must also know when to accept others’ help,
For it takes much more than just your love
To be a giver


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Day 245 – Less than Excited Taste Buds

“If you can cook, recession money doesn’t matter. If you can cook, time doesn’t matter… My wish is for you to help a strong sustainable movement to educate every child about food, to inspire families to cook again and to empower people everywhere to fight obesity.”
-Jamie Oliver TED Prize Wish: Teach every child about food

Yes, it hurts to know that there is another way to suffer.
And it comes from what we eat?

Gone are the days that each home gathers to
Create a most delicious meal,
Together.
Cue the excuses:
But I have a broken family.
I don’t have a traditional one. It’s not as it used to be.
I have no time, this is the best I can do.
Times change and we must adapt.

But to adapt to this?
I am ashamed.
I am hurt.

Corporations, with your evil bidding.
Another commercial flashes,
Drawing lines,
Forging borders so difficult to cross,
Mass producing to excess,
Imposing regulations and
Forcing upon us that which should not be called food.
Sculpting our minds so that we accept it.
And learn to forget regret.

And on this soil alone an oversupply of waste:
Fast food, processed, boxed, packaged, weighed.

How delicious? Cannot wait to dig into another (un)Happy Meal.
What a steal!
A bargain!
Only a few bucks and I’ve got myself a dinner.
And the sickening flavors churn with additives that I do not know the names of.
Oh, I thought I was educated, I can read, can’t I?

How about a little bit of a change.
And alteration to shake up the bowl of popcorn,
To wake up a population blinded from scorn,
Can we not SPEAK UP for our rights to live?
Fight back those who are too harsh to forgive.
They who decide what we put in our system.
Time is running out, why won’t they listen?


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Day 238 – Make Your Move

What do you want?
Is this what you want?
To be contemplative and redundant?
To sit idle and non-expressive?
No, it is time to stop.
You must want you want should want.
Don’t you want to be invigorated with energy?
Don’t you want leave prints that are
Big enough to remain unfilled.
Unmatched.
Unchallenged.
Don’t you wish for the glory and riches?
Glory in your honor.
Riches of your soul.
Don’t you hope for the pain to subside?
Please, confide.
In me.
In him.
In her.
In anyone.
Do not wait,
For it will leave you without hopes.
Please, release the tears that you have
Bottled up for years.
They serve no purpose on the shelf,
For collecting dust is nothing but
Waiting.
Stop waiting for something to change.
I urge you.
For out there, someone is waiting for you,
To change them,
And aid them.
For they hold you to your will.
So stop sitting still.


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Day 223 – Two Givers

Some give because they can
Others choose to give a helping hand
Or an arm, a leg, and more
Still,
There are really only two types
Of people who truly serve,
Who choose to
Engage in a community
In order to
Make a difference
Solve a problem
Fix
Help
Carry burdens
Shoulder heavy costs

The first, well he certainly gives his
Time and often
Switches up
Causes and initiatives
After all, his happiness is relative
Dependent on that feel-good emotion
That surges after serving
Though he ventures on trips to
Homeless shelters,
Soup kitchens,
International service journeys,
Short-term,
Unsustainable change
Across vast seas
To distant lands
To help the poor
And more.
Though, I’m not so sure if I want to be like him.

The second, she is a little different
You see, she gives and gives,
Asking nothing in return
And seldom does she yearn
For personal pride,
Nor acknowledgement.
Rather, she would rather not see the suffering of another
And continuously gives
Though, she does not seek world peace,
Nor the end of slums and shantytowns,
the disintegration of discrimination,
the cure for cancer,
the eradication of HIV/AIDS,
the collapse of corruption,
the submission of the 1%.
No matter how small or large a scale
In fact she seeks no reward at all,
Rather, she wants to change your life.
Just one life.

Someday, I want to be like her.