i seem to remember my past.  bit by bit as the days continue to wear on.  these poems help me to remember.  remember a time.  a place.  a person.  an emotion.  they allow me a glimpse into my former self.  those below i have written and continually adjusted to my liking.  some move me while others stand completely still.  amazing how words can dance, isn’t it?

Meaningless
Amongst the fear

There is hope
Amongst the hope

There is despair
Amongst the despair

There is solitude
Amongst the solitude

There is sadness
Amongst the sadness

Lies a truth
Amongst the truth

All lies ahead.

Amongst the forgotten

There are mistakes
Amongst the lessons

There are lessons
Amongst the mistakes

Inspiration lies
And amongst all else

There I stand.

Rainwater

Rain falls
Once again it seems
It’s been sometime
Since this I’ve felt
Since this….. I’ve seen
Can’t thus explain
…Wish i could
Just help please
To explain the rain……Drops

Drip
Followed by
Drop
Each pricking more than the last…

Drowning

Beautiful sight
It truly is
I’m drowning
In a sea of
Troubles. No fancy
Words. No bright
Lights. Just
Me Myself & I
Attempting the
Endless struggle
Different from
None. Just
Truly unique

i find it very interesting the tone of these poems.  i have their creation datng back to 2004, yet i know that they may be as old at 2001.  i am taken back a bit by my thoughts, not currently, but past thoughts which have been so displayed above.  i was in pain i can see that.  yet, i still cannot pin point the exact pain.  i remember lost love.  the first one.  how painful that was i do remember.  i remember lifes confusion.  i remember failure and i remember deciding not to try for it was the first step to failure.  oh how my views have change since then.

until tomorrow.

why?

yes, i understand that, but why is it so?

right, and i agree, yet i would like to know why it is happening, not simply that it is.

i certainly can be annoying.  always and forever asking why.  wanting to know more and wanting to get to the core of the issue as opposed to just skirting around it and knowing enough to get by;  which is funny because as i recall my young years of academia all i did was enough to get by, never tried in school, never read a book, or studied for a test.  and, yet somehow, i was OK with it.  i read somewhere ’specialization is for insects’, how right he is.

to question is to understand.  unless one understands the world around them without question, which is rarely the case.  questioning oneself is the first step in personal responsibility.   this is something i find not enough people are committed to.  i find people, generally speaking, are ok with just floating through life.  simply waking and rising, toiling and working.   only to discover that the monotony of life is all too monotonous.  working for the weekend, as it were.  why??  why must i work for the weekend?  what is it that the weekend desires from me?  to harbor my good times and feelings?  (did you know that it rains more on wekend days than it does on weekdays? work for what you must.  get out and enjoy the day)  question yourself.   why do you get up each morning?  simply to work?  simply to meet your financial obligations?  do you enjoy your job?  no? why not?  and if you don’t why the hell are you working there?

yes, it is true we must all work.  unless you have a nice cushy trust or a suga mama/papa.  however, what people fail to realize is that their happiness is solely up to them.  and it all begins with questioning.  question yourself.  if you’ve been at the same job for 30 years, question whether its still all worth it.  if you’ve lived in one place your entire life, question if the world is something you wish to see.

if you never question yourself how are you ever to know who you are and what you want?  also, continual questioning leads to less forgetting of what is important to you in your life. at one point in time in my life i thought i had it all.  an expensive luxury car, a fast and sleek sports car, my own home, a well paying job and vacationed on a whim. (also ladies were easier to come by)  now, while i sincerely miss the extravagant vacationing, i miss nothing else.  once i lost my job, that high paying and even higher stressed job, i lost the car.  i lost the house.  i kept my dog.  (i was able to keep the sports car, but only because it was paid off.  now it sits lonely in a garage miles from me)  that point and time in my life was the most trying ever  (so far).  i remember being so depressed, so pissed off at the world and at life that i would lay in bed.  i remember thinking ‘ i’ve no reason to get out of bed, so why bother?’.  i would lay there and let the morning pass into the afternoon and finally i would move.  showering, may be.  thinking, rarely.  i became void of all thoughts.  of a reason to live.  of life and of love.  still, today as i type i get chills all up and down my body.  it hurts to remember.  it hurts that i could be so unlike me and be fine with it.

along with the help of my family, and perhaps a single friend, i overcame.  i questioned it all.  and still do until this day.  i wake each morning and live for the day.  each day that i allow to pass by is one which i shall never get a second chance at.  every morning i wake up and ask myself if i am living the life i want to live; in general terms, of course i cant change something such as credit card bills or car payments.  i ask if i am who i want to be.  am i showing the world the person that i know i am?

we all have but one life to live yet we go through our lives putting things off until the next day and the next day and the next.  until the days have passed.  they grow shorter.  the nights longer.  why?  why aren’t you out there living the life you want?

fear:  to be afraid or feel anxious or apprehensive about a possible or probable situation or event (source)

fear is one of those interesting little ideas that can walk through the door, not knowing anyone, meet, greet and completely consume you in a matter of minutes; if you allow it to.  fear can start as something teeny, tiny only to manifest itself into every aspect of your day to day life.  its, actually, rather impressive.

how do fears come about?  well, speaking from an evolutionary standpoint we can say that fears are simply there to aid in self preservation.  the same way that children are afraid to walk in the basement at night, or perhaps the way that an adult may not wish to enter into a dark, creepy cemetary at night.  what’s stopping either of these situations from occurring – fear.  a fear of the dark, of ghot’s, or someone waiting in vain to scare the hell out of us.  either way it’s fear.

yet, as we have evolved as have our fears.  some fears are necessary, such as fear of snakes (depending on your geographical location)  can be very helpful in keeping oneself alive.  however, there are other fears much, much worse.  simpler fears, fearing that failure is ones only option is a fear that can consume you and your life.  fearing that attempting to suceed will only lead to failure, fearing that as the house burns down around you, your movements halt, you’re afraid of the fire.  not exactly life saving fears if you ask me.

so where do they, these fears, come from?  well, i think for the most part these types of fears stem from childhood, like so much else out there it all started when you were too young to know any better.  perhaps there was an incident so terrible, horrific and mind numbing that once experienced your brain locked away those all emotions and memories and the side effect is fear, however irrational it may be.  (also of note, painful memories are said to be stored in the muscle tissue.  so, if you find out there are memories you should have and don’t, i recommend going for a massage and holding the memory in your head.  don’t try to hard to remember, you will push it away.  just hold the thought there and be sure you are prepared (emotionally) for whatever you may remember.  many people have issues remembering simply because they think they are ready when in reality that couldn’t be farther from the truth.)

if the fear began in childhood how are we ever to face it and overcome our fear as adults?  well, easily said, not such done.  thankfully, as adults we have the ability to control our own actions.  i suppose the first step is to admit to yourself the fear.  usually the easiest part.  then its time to try to remember why this fear even exists.  if you cant think of anthing ask those around you.  ask your parents, aunt’s, uncle’s, brother’s, sister’s, cousin’s – just start asking!  (provided your not ashamed of your fear; o and never be shamed of fear by the way.  ive said those without fear simply haven’t experienced enough)  you may find out that when you were 9 years old you were attacked by a small group of dogs while walking down the street to your grandmothers house.  you may find that your childhood is nothing like you would have imagined/remembered it to be.

in many cases simply knowing what the event was the brought on the fear is enough to displace the fear itself.  other cases can be more difficult especially if there was some sort of serious violation of your liberties.  in these types of cases i recommend constant and through introspection.  ask yourself Why and don’t stop until you are satisfied with your answer.  this is not usually a quick process.

once you have conquered your fear, then what?  well then we begin to live, begin to love and being to grow. your future can never beging if you’re still harboring the past.  live.

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