Posts Tagged ‘Happiness’

Isn’t life just the worst?
I’ve noticed an abominable pattern,
The brain weaves tales of hyperbole,
Exaggerations you take at face value,
Negative truths in inverted commas,
Detractors to your mood,

That inner voice speaks thus,
You look like a troll without a bridge,
Your intelligence quotient is microscopic,
Not a single soul wants to abide you,
This depressive ache weighs a ton,
You’re the only human to experience this,

These embellishments sound like realities in your glum mood,
It would be easy to let them reduce you to a husk,
But only one truth should be central,
One to be taken to heart,
You’re the best you the world has ever seen,
That is no hyperbole,

Remember that.

I do wonder to myself,
Is being nice such a strain?
All humans struggle with it,
Even this wretched clown,
Humanity is programmed to choose himself,
Niceness and generosity are akin to naivete,

But why not be a strangers sun?
Even during a stormy day,
Be a reason for someone to smile,
Give your loose change to a vagrant,
Hold the door for anybody,
Donate that stray dog a blanket,

Being nice is not a sign of weakness,
It is the strength to overlook mankind’s faults,
It could be a tiny gesture of in-consequence,
But maybe the only light someone will see,
Be the sun,
Be kind.

A continuation of sorts of ‘Kabuto’.

Kneeling by myself,
I meditate in the morning rays,
The scent of last nights sake still on my lips,
Glancing to the floor before me,
I sight my trusty blade coated,
Each blood drip whispered of victory,

Strewn around me eviscerated are demons,
Negative oni,
They beset me in the twilight,
With claw and cynical words,
Unaware of my training,
I follow bushido now,

My new virtues are my strength,
And my katana follows suit,
Loyalty fell duplicity,
Honesty decapitated corruption,
Compassion cut down cruelty,
Courage disemboweled anxiety,

Once the deed was done,
I reflected upon my newfound ethics,
My positive armour and virtuous kenjutsu,
Evil will no longer bring me to my knees,
I’m a warrior now,
A samurai.

Today is the day,
Onwards to greater pastures,
The restraints are broken,
Harlequin unleashed,
A cocoon is split open,
A goliath of a moth,
Flying off to a new home,
Harlequin anew,

My grin shall no longer be painted,
My hat no longer worn low,
My dance no more sedated,
Harlequin run riot,
The future begins now,
A vivid lease of life,
The rest of time,
Begins with a single footfall,

Harlequin onwards.

I’m sure I have a gremlin on my back,
Like a corpse from the past,
A beating heart under the floorboards,
I know not his motive,
Merely that he enjoys to scathe me,
He’s a creature of vitriol,
A sprite of malice,
I can only feel his weight,

He hates me,
And I hate him,

Gripping tightly to my shoulders,
Biting and scratching,
Whispering cruel nothings into my ear,
Reminding me of that dark time,
And those times,
The time with the fists,
And the coldness,
The time with the tears in the black,

He hates me,
And I hate him,

But you know,
I grow weary of his exaltations,
I seek a new life,
I’m going to grab him by the horns,
And suplex that wretch into the earth,
Crack every malicious chopstick in his body,
No more negativity,
I have a life to lead,

He hates me,
And I beat him.

A counterpart of sorts of ‘Grey Skies’.

I took a stroll this afternoon,
Along a stony road of optimism,
To ponder the world,
And my future in it,

The cerulean sky,
It stretches on to infinity,
The grey has lifted,
I can see the sun finally,

The sky cheers me on,
A heavenly audience of hope,
I smile freely and openly,
Among the solar spotlights,

The wisps of sprightly cloud,
They tell me,
Even misery fades into freedom,
Sadness is not made of chains,

Progress and smile onwards,
I return home a better man,
The grey clouds,
They are forgotten for eternity.

A flash,
A light comes on,
In the recesses of your mind,
All becomes clear,
A eureka moment,

A flicker of a synapse,
A blazing sun is born,
An idea,
A solution,
A wish,

When the puzzle assembles,
Ideas become reality,
Your masterpiece,
Your Adonis,
Your Mona Lisa,

A split second,
Is the cortex of creativity,
Your fulcrum,
To wield as leverage,
To pry your art from nothingness,

Even the stars up high,
Appear obscured,
By the flash of your moment,
That euphoric realisation,
There is nothing like it.

On my strolls at twilight,
Through the astral,
Not asleep but not waking,
I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe,
Alien worlds lie out there,

There is horror in the cosmos,
It’s true,
But there is also wonder,
Things of rapturous spectacle,
Fey and whimsical,

Flowing hills of chromatic grass,
Blue flower beds that soothe the soul,
Placid beasts of all forms,
Butterflies that taste of candy,
Rain that sings a playful chorus,

It’s indistinguishable from a dream,
But perhaps these lands are born of imagination,
A painting from the mind,
The human mind is a glorious thing after all,
A god in your head,

Grab your hat,
Come with me,
Let’s walk the cosmic gardens,
Let’s get lost in the bizarre charm,
A euphoric adventure.

I owe many thanks,
For my freedom,
My blessed independence,

Not to angels wings,
Nor a pact with demons,
But to two wheels,
My faithful bike,

She’s no racer,
But she’s a winner to me,
A workhorse,
Like no other,

The road calls,
The true promised land,
No freedom like it,
Tarmac liberty,

Don the helmet,
And the leathers,
My steel stallion,
Where do we go today?

The road ever calls.

My mum,
The strongest woman I know,
You offer me unparalleled succor,
Protecting me,
Teaching me,
Thank you a million times over,

Wherever you are,
Is home to me,
You brought me into this world,
And now you help me through it,
A stable hand on my shoulder,
Guiding me,
Thank you for being there,

I’d not be me,
Without your love,
The words,
I love you,
They’re not enough,
Not by magnitudes,
Thank you for everything.