Moving weeks,
From one park to another, how majestic the display of timing and faith in the motions of pushing doors open as the appear in continuity of life. Everyone's path through the human condition is different, mine has been rather tragic, thusly so the opportunities that open via the various skills, projections and riddles of life are different one unto another.
Be at peace with your course, if it be so that you find yourself doing all you can for those around you, and thus the growth of self is ever present, a gift of giving...
Whatever may come is invisible and only the present can your eyes truly conceive, so smile and be a formidable foe of unpleasant people!
Tomorrow, a real entry about the poweress of the majestic Queen that overseas my opportunities. Until then, smile and know of the truth the world shows you! Beseech the meaning of life from the well of destiny, a compassion dream instilled within.
In earnest anticipation of,
Juton
Small Town Syndrome,
I've never been highly motivated to be involved in the social scene of contriving to be 'cool,' but I must now endeavour to carve myself a niche in society. Not in such drastic measures of re-attempting a career, no nothing that dramatic.
If what I believe is really true, that some nearly dead chivalrous thing I have to say, have said, will say, shall benefit others for hope's sake... Then I shall have to unbecome invisible. For my thousand poems, five thousand tweets, youtube dialogues sit there unread, unlistened to and unwatched.
So September 1st, of this 2012, I will be moving into Vancouver to build a social network in order that sponsors and awareness might be raised for the chosen cause; Eating Disorders. There is a selfish hope of course in all of this, though I make every attempt to snuff it out. It is my own hope, that I might incur a real friend or two...
Humble yourself oh invisible one, boast in no accomplishment, lest pride seep in! Make every effort to write until dry, though everything has been said before, remix the world's words to inspire hope & self worth. Strain your every mental muscle until the Judas is eclipsed inside. All that I do, I do it invisible; remaining true to who I abandoned myself verbally before the world to be.
Sorry bout that, relapsed into the poetic, thus my prose comes out infused with a melodic passion. So September! Vancouver, watch out, this strapping young lad is coming at you on behalf of something greater than himself.
In earnest anticipation of,
Akoto
Single minded or World hearted,
When you're at your favourite activity in the world, how does it move you? I can tell you that when I'm at play in the world of art, mostly poetry or music, that I am truly aware of how alive I feel whilst creating. However, when I first started creating I felt only the content of my lyric be it happy or sad... But now I am conscious of a greater realm of joy, that is that others can see what I've artified (art crafted) and not even I know yet how it might move the souls of others. To inspire hope is my most earnest value, though a close second is to dance the lips with smiles where they have long been placid.
So the question of the day is this; When you are at your creative side, whatever mode to medium you utilize, how much more would the depth of emotion be wrought within you if the craft was imbued with compassion and you found yourself in your most joyful content self-honest experience, for others? Not just for oneself...
In earnest anticipation of,
Akoto
Ps. Of course not all forms of our favourite activities are for others to enjoy artistically, but for instance being a good athlete is also appreciated or a volunteer... Whatever it is, do it to your best self-ability!
As people entice,
I cycle the roads of the earth. On a Friday night when it is expected that a fashionable handsome lad such as myself should be out there taking every advantage of the social scene for my self-gratification benefit, I cycle on...
If my life should come to wreckage and someone me in the aftermath of a hit and run, they should find my notebook, i-pod playing Woods of Ypres and my tiny external hard drive. Therein is my tale, every moment dedicated to a future I might never see or come to know. But that is not up to me, only the crafting of the opportunity of hope & smiles.
Tonight I did about 45k, around the airport and back. Stopped at Value Village, a local thrift store, on my way and picked up some fashionables; a classic hat, a sick and or ill shirt as well as a purple scarf (if you don't know, purple is my favourite colour).
Remember, when the society says 'We Don't ask so Don't Tell,' because they'd rather label you as 'emo' or 'gothic' or utilize words much worse like 'fag,' 'queer' or 'gay,' that you are who you are and they shan't ever change that. Dare to find yourself... In acceptance and live who you are, unadulterated by fear or lack of 'tolerance' from others; for tolerance is really just ignorant disregard!
In earnest anticipation of,
Akoto
