My Father and Mother who, without fail, have believed in me and have been there for me always. "Great Spirits often face violent opposition from mediocre minds" - Albert Einstein
I must say in all
sincerity.....it's great to be back! Yes once again, I have had an
overwhelming urge to express myself on paper. Unlike my first
booklet 'Sanctuary'
my inspiration for 'Transitory State' came from general observation
rather than frustration.
Regardless of the source of inspiration, I am pleased to be writing. I have noticed a consistent theme of spirituality and self awareness in my booklets. This was not by design. For those of different taste I also have spatterings of amusing or insightful pieces written from how I view existence.
'Transitory State' seems to
express the changes I see which could be, should be, or will be
made in events, beliefs, practices and habits of life.
Some of the pieces reflect my personal change of attitude and
others talk of my hopes that some changes will occur for the better
when certain issues in life are confronted.
It is my hope that you, the reader, recognize the important role
that change or transition plays in our lives. Change is truly a
relentless constant that perhaps personifies reality.
From the moment we are concieved to the time of our death, we
struggle with the truth in a transitory state.
Some shun dreams
But I'm a dreamer
Others await things to happen
I make things happen
Life isn't what one meant to
do
But of doing what is meant
What good are expectations
Without fulfilling the expected
Those who chose to follow
Are likely to wallow
In the pit of misery
Because of their timidity
So why complian?
Accept your position
Life is full of pain
Lest you change your direction
Pearce Louisy:
Your writings have been a source of inspiration to me, so continue the good work and best of luck – Dad
Special thanks to those who
contributed to my newest compilation of my thoughts.
Special thanks Dad, Sue (17th ave clinic), Shae, Sue (Vancouver)
Michael Dassouki.Extra special thanks to my
editing consultants, Barb L., Debbie D (St Lucia),
Michel.
I seem to have a problem at
hand
I'm not sure what it's all about
The passion in my writing is gone
Inspirational flames have burned out
Something is numbing my senses
Exactly what I'm not quite sure
I don't know what approach to take
I've never had this problem before
My expression comes from
experience
Sometimes it can be a bit much
Still my conscious mind keeps working
Has my subconscious "being" lost touch?
Creative minds are always at
work
They thrive on inspiration
Perhaps I've become too preoccupied
With thoughts of transcending creation
Well...enough with visions of
grandeur
They're blocking my objective insights
It's best i don't dwell on my problems
I'll just sit myself down and write.
Hear yourself, not to forget
Of your soul you must confess
Find your cause without regret
Hear your call, do not protest
Rise undaunted to bear
witness
Integrity will be your guide
Humbly suckle from life’s breast
Creation hungers deep inside
Fear not that which mystifies
Resolving questions asked within
Wisdom’s seen through open eyes
Deprivation bows to sin
Interpret truth to rest the
spirit
Express yourself for purity
Forge ahead, do not submit
Bare your soul for all to see
There is growth from pain
There are people you can trust
The world is insane
It’s ok to lust
Mankind has not advanced
Teenagers can respect
Breast shouldn’t be enhanced
There is no longer “safe sex”
Our existence is selfish
Temptation is Satan
Cheap moments are relished
Homosexuals can’t be latent
Blacks should unite
There is hope for mankind
Being wrong can be right
Progress leaves us behind
There are too many critics
Mistakes can be regrettable
Religion mirrors politics
True love is unforgettable
There will always be war
Art shouldn’t be restricted
Being close can be far
Man’s plight was predicted
Greed prompts aggression
All is God’s dominion
Fear leads to regression
I’m entitled to my opinion
Headmaster Bation loved his
vocation
An administrator of education
His standards topped most of any nation
He lived life for his occupation
We students pondered on occasion
What did he do for relaxation
We quipped it was prescribed sedation
I wanted actual verification
His office door became temptation
I snuck I with no invitation
In alleged search for information
That’s when I made the observation
Of his focused concentration
Panting and deep inhalation
Had given me the indication
It was not hyperventilation
More like ritual celebration
His surprise turned into indignation
He offered a quick explanation
His guru of spiritual relation
Taught him of this great sensation
He called it mid point levitation
A way to defy gravitation
In spite of his pontification
Followed by intimidation
I went and did a imitation
For the Ministry of Education
And after the investigation
There was no hope of vindication
Then promptly out Headmaster Bation
Was sent on permanent vacation
The duration.
I'll always remember
that day we met
It's a treasured memory
You had an aura
people don't forget
A radiant purity
They say beauty
is only skin deep
Yours started deep within
Natural qualities
one should keep
To look at you was sin
There was a glow
that hypnotized
I had never seen before
Then when you spoke
I realized
I wanted you forever more
I stood breathless
at a loss for words
I did not know what to say
But from your gaze
I felt assured
That you felt the same way
Then our words flowed
we spoke naturally
Conversing soul to soul
A stitch in time
hemming history
Together we became whole
I'll always remember
that day we met
I knew it was meant to be
A lasting impression
I will never forget
I saw love for eternity
"I'll always remember"
TIME ----------------- To make a
change
(adaptation)
MEANS -------------- Traverse against the grain
(uphill)
ENDING --------------- Your turn is 360*
(practically)
TO --------------------- Make a new beginning
(sanely)
BEGIN ---------------- Revamping old habits
(humbly)
ONCE ----------------- Objectivity becomes priority,
(sensibly)
AGAIN ---------------- You need to adjust.
(peacefully)
There is absolutely no darker, lonelier, humiliating trait than that of addiction, regardless of what vice it presents itself in. I compare the illness of addiction to being trapped by a stranger in a damp, rotten-smelling dirt pit that seemingly has one other exit, which leads into another hell hole. I do not pity those suffering from addiction because I feel it can be a vehicle for spiritual realization. However, I do pity those who are quick to prejudge or look down upon those unfortunates who are afflicted with any kind of addiction. Their prejudgment clearly demonstrates a lack of true compassion which serves as the catalyst for spiritual wholeness.
One trait an addict will accquire in recovery is compassion. It is often true that individuals who confront and overcome addiction become more open minded, nonjudgemental, understanding beings who make time to assist others facing various problems.
Addiction necessitates recognition of self and propels people to awareness , or destruction, or both. Self-awareness and self destruction make a statement of the ironic patterns of mankind through existence. Addiction is a relevant occurrence in our repetitious life cycle which perpetuates the plight of humanity. For all those who suffer from addiction, recognize the nobility in recovery and the resulting potential for a higher level of being. Focus your thoughts on that.
Thanks for gracing me
With your presence
The pleasure was all yours,
That’s how it seems
You must give yourself
a standing ovation
Now that I’ve satisfied
Your jaded dreams
I guess it’s safe to say
The loving’s over
Lovers walk out a door
Instead you ran
Your message has been stated
Quite clearly
Last night I was your chosen
One night stand
How was I your “lucky”
Latest victim?
So you prefer your pleasure
Served up raw
The proof was in your
Regressive behaviour
Only animals have the ability
To paw
Would someone believe me
If I told them?
Maybe I’ll forgive me
If I can
But let me state my message
Quite clearly!
I hated being your chosen
One night stand
I am the man
That I am
Which man you ask?
Good question
Yes I am he
It's true indeed
So let's begin your lesson
How does it feel?
Is it real?
You wish it wasn't
Too late
Stop the tears
Release your fears
Let me educate
I am the Man
That I am
Now you know who
That's nice
Yes I am he
Oppression for free
Let's see what you'll sacrifice
You had your esteem
Invested in dreams
You lost faith in the Man
Too bad
Reach deep inside
Forget false pride
Reclaim the pure spirit you had
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