Self What is self? Youth is losing yourself, then finding her again every day. Bravery is coming back to your power. Self is unwavering, ancient, yet fluid Same poem, different fonts Someone who you once knew Unwavering glance Broken mirrors cannot move her Self is strength in fragility The one who pulled you out of the gutter You must go home, the place you said you'd never walk again. Self says Where will you go? You say. Where will you go? echoes. Unchanged lionheart, the only one who will stay
The Sirens
We’ve been told of the sirens that live on the shorelines of uninhabited wastelands
The beautiful women of these isles who beckon to young men with voices as soft as silk
Calling out to the men in ear-sight, the men who’ve been away from home for too long
Touch- starved souls following illusions of love and lust
Their bodies are never found
Odysseus was warned of these creatures on his travels across the sea
“I order you to tie my body to a mast and block my ears. I order you to keep this ship headed in a straight line past their midst” he told his men.
So that’s exactly what they did, and when the time came the sirens were there
Their cries making the worn wood of the old ship buzz, but nothing compared to their shaking of the minds of the young men who crossed the sea with their beloved Odysseus
The trembling skulls across the globe as men and women follow the call each year
The Siren’s call is not a myth
It is no longer a legend when the Siren’s call can be heard from those who take their own lives across the world.
Especially the madmen who begin their treks across the sea must be careful
Must keep a weary eye for the island of the Sirens
They must have loved ones there to hold onto them
To drive the cries back to the sea
To keep their focus on the horizon of endless opportunities
Hold onto them
Just as Odysseus’s men did when they tied their beloved leader to a mast and
kept his ears clogged
They loved him because he was mad
They gave comforting words that permitted him to hold onto his sanity
They held him as a newborn infant who wails in dismay
Until they made it safely to shore
(1000 lifetimes) We meet people everyday who we will never meet again We hold onto the pieces of ourselves that others have forgotten At 17 I wished that I was dead At 18 I thought that I would get married At 19 I thought that my meaning was cheating death each time I took something or someone new At 20 I thought that I would never love again At 21 I don’t know anything But i know that I have lived a thousand lifetimes And in 5 more years I will have lived a thousand more I will meet people I will miss their souls I will love across the world and then I will never see them again, unless… I will soak up my impermanence I am 22 and i don’t know anything Except that every year will humble me as I live a thousand more lifetimes This little blip of mine is too grand, too Devine, holy, meddling, sinful, right. It is a special thing
Dear Zarif,
I watched the sunset on June 30th from the northern hemisphere
A month of summer commencing with the tears that salted my face
Cigarettes after Sex was my prayer that someday we would meet again
Now Declan McKenna has a deeper meaning
Musicians pray that someone may understand them
I pray that someday I may understand you
Today I watched the sunset
It is August 9th and I am in the southern hemisphere
I see your angel wings in the miraculous clouds above me
I know that you are here with me
And I know that in a different lifetime
You would have been sitting by my side
