Defined Positivity…
October 15, 2016 17:21Not all the wounds are meant to be healed.
Not all the tears are meant to be sealed.
Not all the mountains demand to be searched.
Not all the thoughts can be forced to march.
Not all the days shine the same way.
Not all the brains can overcome the dismay.
Not all the flowers are blessed to blossom.
Not all the souls should be like some.
Not all the roads are meant to be right.
Not all the nights have the same light.
Not all the eyes are blessed with dreams.
Not all the hopes are kept; it seams.
Not all the people could experience ardor.
Not all the journey takes you farther.
Not all the days are meant to be yours.
Not all the words that are spoken, cures.
This day may also pass.
That rock will also bear some grass.
This is the circle of life.
Yesterday…
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October 15, 2016 17:20
Sentimentos não mentem
Preste atenção nas mensagens que seu interior está te enviando
Poetry Sessions: Conversations with myself
October 15, 2016 17:19I looked in the mirror and I asked my soul to speak
It told me,
“to stay optimistic and you shall never succumb to the weak”
I asked,
“why the world was filled with poverty, pain and sorrow?”
It said,
“because the people have lost the joy for tomorrow“
I asked,
“why humanity is struggling to find peace?”
It said,
“that the majority are driven by ego, selfishness, and greed”
Saddened, I replied,
“what can I do to change it?”
It said,
“to find world peace,
one must tackle first its own needs.
For the pain to cease and joy to increase,
you shall go within,
find the wisdom and then come without.
Carry on in life,
eliminating any self doubt.
Understand that all of the secrets are found inside.
That’s where past life, past love, and answers thrive
Progression is to live, laugh and strive,
Finding your inner…
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life, hope, and the now …
October 15, 2016 17:18… …
navigating the path ahead, negotiating the thorns scattering the cold bleak ground,
we walk oblivious of the ravages of tomorrow, not knowing the catapults of bliss and of sorrow,
seeking only peace and contentment here in this torrid realm, adrift at times on waters choppy, hands tied far away from the helm,
yet and still, hope breathes in, the soot of departed yesterdays, seeking evermore the promise of uncharted pathways,
yes, hope breathes, infusing fresh air banishing the stale putrid stench,
urging us ever onwards, imploring us to grab each day, from the detritus of the past,
stilling the mind,
now, today … … …




