the year of lyrics: a poetry project

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

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243 – Cloud Nine

I could have lived in a world
Ruled by impossible cruelty or royalty
Dictated by the selfish desires of fictional characters
Driven mad by the sense of an all-powerful notion or energy
Where the oceans can rage in continuous mutiny
And volcanic eruptions are not pleasantly distanced by borders
And disasters are not confined to square screens and undefinable space

No, today some live in a world much worse
Ruled by the intentions of the wealthiest beings
Dictated by the influences of greedy (yet real) leaders
Driven mad by condemning stigmas and stereotypes
Where the oceans bathe in toxic scrutiny
And panoramic corruptions are more violent than tectonic plates
And disasters are belittled as we are divided by creed and race

And though faith can sometimes be hard to come by
I know to rule my mind with the courage to challenge power
I will dictate my dreams into attainable goals
I will drive into the depths of certain vicissitude
Where the oceans sing in enchantment and harmony
And the earth trembles with approval of changing currents
And disasters are welcomed and transformed into lessons worth learning

Yes, that is the world I choose to live in
And I have hope that others will choose this world too.

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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
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
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,
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.