The Prison

This world, this petty world,

With its traps and tricks,

It's control and coercion,

It's mind games and fakery, 

Addictions and delusions, doing as you please.

This is not true freedom!

Say a "wrong" word and you get cut off, isolated, stigmatized.

Say a "wrong" word and you get shot dead.

Say a "wrong" word and you get  crucified!

Where is kinship and brotherhood?

Where is joy?

Where is love?

Such a struggle to maintain anything,

Even who you are!

But I say, kill the world within you, break the chains that hold you, the walls that trap you, and soon the Lions and Hyaenas that encircle, ready to devour you will flee and the darkness will disappear, the worries and cares of the world will vanish!

Why not let the Light in? Why not?

What have you to lose?

Are you so hateful and resentful?

Are you so blind you cannot see?

A man on his own knows nothing! Nothing!

Transform that prison inside you to a free man! Transform that darkness to a determined fire inside you, see beyond the prison! See beyond the prison!

 

I am

Sunshine through Cumulus Clouds,

Is how I feel,

How I am.

Clouds are gold, 

Sky, pure white,

Light surrounds each cloud with electrifying and sharp brightness,

Everything is still, everything has purpose.

Light movement intensifies the purpose, 

I reflect as I watch,

Clouds melt,

Sky changes from pure white to pinks and purples, Bronze and Cerulean Blue,

Sumptuous mixing, blending and playing of colours accentuate my reflection and my awe.

Timeless.

My hesitation to remove my gaze from the last blast of light blinds my senses until a slow and gradual fade to black space. 

I stay and remain poised. 

At the precise moment when my poise were to collapse a Star appears. 

Solitary and still.

The vastness of space cannot contain it, nor overwhelm it. 

It's clean light and cutting edges point elsewhere,

Somewhere I haven't been and have yet to see. 

I remain with it.

I am here. 

The past no longer matters,

I feel weak,

But I am. 

Your unique self

Be your unique self,

Put self criticism on the shelf,

The thing that makes you stand out from the mundane,

Might be a pain to others, but it's what keeps you sane on the right lane to better health.

Be it mental or physical, that stigma is your blessing not a curse,

It means you're exciting, special and rare,

So do not care what people think or say, 

Their negativity means jealousy and envy anyway, their aggression means insecurity and bitterness, let them destroy themselves and you will grow with resilience and defiance come what may! 

Be your unique self, that

Schizo-genius or that Fibro-warrior, that

Autist-elligent resilient or that DepressIRON-soldier,

Whatever your condition, may your mission be to sustain your character to enjoy what you enjoy and accept yourself. 

Build yourself up and your exhilarating unique gang, this is explosive and its repercussions extend, collide and bang, while you mend and repair, the others will just stop, think and stare!

Crystal Clear

Not the ocean, but a river,

Unlike any I've ever seen,

A river pure and clean,

Turquoise in colour and fresh in aroma.

The river banks filled with lush vegetation encourage birds, lizards and crickets.

The sunlight glows off the surface of the water stunning me to sit and gaze. I wish I could stay forever. 

I sink my feet into the warmth of the water. It's cool to the touch in the hot sun. It's quiet, but I don't feel alone, as the river is ever slowly moving and birdsong echoes from the low hanging trees. 

I notice the banks of the river, pebbly and earthy, soft and sandy. 

For a moment I reflect on life and feel fortunate, such beauty exists that we seldom see.