lets practice compassion

lets practice compassion
i guess there are many things that are, for the main part, socially unacceptable to speak about. a main one would be any type of fault. negative things are hard to swallow, so we, as a culture, avoid them at all costs. but, i personally think it's good, and crucial, to embrace these things. things that aren't easy. struggles. and one of the biggest faults that mankind as a whole is guilty of, in my opinion, would be the lack of compassion we have for one another. it burdens me. we live in an age where friendship and loyalty have turned so fickle, that there is no determining hardly if you've got an army of friends or enemies standing by your side! i don't believe it was meant to be that way. i believe we are designed and created to hold each other up. help each other. love one another. things like that. and these things are so simple. yet so uncommon. but, vital. i have to remember, that no matter what is going wrong or right in my life, i am absolutely unaware of the circumstances of yours. therefore - how in the world could i judge you, or treat you with disrespect. for all i know, my neighbor's entire world could be falling to pieces and all he needs is to smile. i can help with that, right? there are alot of things in this life that are out of our control. but one thing IN our control - is our attitude, our approach - let's practice compassion today

people would pay millions

beautiful souls. tragic eyes. geniune love. tainted by this world. cold. pathetic world.

passion misplaced. feelings no longer alive. numb. genius. the best soul you'd ever meet. days are numbered.

she loves so deep. but she bleeds deep too. problems arise.

she wishes she could fix this world. knows she can't. it burdens her deeper than anyone will ever know.

she wants to look up. forward. better days. but something tells her its a waste.

she listens to the latter. she leaves this world far before her time. she shall be remembered
mainly for her passion.

people would pay millions to have that spark she had in her eye. it will not be forgotten.

scars

the scars speak of a silence that words could not interpret

the blade cut straight through to the anger that the world could not hold

the cries were not for love, yet safety

she wouldn't stand abandonment once more

the hope is that the sadness will soon fade

unlike the scars, anger can disappate

unlike anger, hope can heal wounds

there's a boldness in speaking of tradgedy

in the thought that one soul might be spared of such injuries

you weren't there that night - no one was

but she made it through - somehow

hope is alive to her now - rescue happened

today she smiles, through the pain

knowing that the scars might fade

knowing she's not alone

resolve - most don't have it

the only time of the day he could quiet the noise was the second the bottle was empty. then it was temporary silence. until of course another bottle was consumed. he wondered if it was possible to silence the pain without the bottle. but those thoughts lingered only shortly. he knew there was more out there. but to reach it seemed absolutely impossible. and it is. this world seemed too sad for him. as if he belonged elsewhere. he often pondered this. felt too deep for this life. it wasn't really for him. the liquor only confirms this ideation. and of course everyone in his life had opinions too. do this. don't do that. move here. believe in our God. get new friends. endless "answers." but he couldn't help but notice something. all of the ones with the opinions had no better luck figuring this life out themselves. they simply surrendered to the fact that "things are the way they are." but, this isn't enough for him. he wants the answer......or he wants out. pretty simple actually. makes more sense than most. i guess it's called RESOLVE

so it shall be

when i saw you . walk away from . everything you had -
that night i watched you . set it all down . never to look back -
i witnessed a breakdown . with nobody around . to help you break your fall -
it was a tragedy . things that you could not see . taking your feet off the ground -
and now that it's said and done . the person you have become -
is something i won't forget -
unfolding the story is . could not get much worse than this -
the ending is left unknown -

extreme awareness

extreme awareness of whats going on around us is crucial - i can't seem to stop thinking this, over and over - i also can't stop wondering why everyone isn't thinking it with me - what is going to have to happen for people to realize that we need each other, and without love, we have nothing - it keeps me up at night - the fact that there is people walking around with absolutely nothing, and no one will help them - is beyond logic to me - it makes NO sense at all - disturbing - i used to simply get sad about the condition of society, but now it's more like anger - appropriate anger - this is one of those subjects that not everyone is passionate about, and people disagree about - but, i don't think it should be - i think, anyone with half a heart, would agree that everyone deserves a chance, and another chance - and that, every human soul deserves a smile, or a hug, or a sincere "how's it goin?" - i'm not sure if i'll ever understand why there is a broken part of society, that seems to go un-noticed, but it's burdened me since i was a little bitty soul. and the passion inside of me does nothing but grow bigger every day.
so, i guess, what i'm trying to say - is that, i know that i can't feed every single hungry mouth, or clothe every person in need, or house every person that is without shelter - but, what i CAN do, and what YOU can do, is be sincere with the ones we can help - little sincerity goes a long way - like, remember his name, or praying for him every night, or give her your shoes - you have more at home
maybe i'm crazy, but, i believe that if we truly love each other, life is better - and it makes waking up worth it -

a day in the life

he said life had never been any good, as far back as he could recall. no real reasons. just mainly everything. he never really understood this world, why things were the way they were, mostly the pain he saw. it didn't add up. so, as soon as he learned how, he numbed the pain for as long as possible with any and every bottle he could find. percaset. oxycotin. tequila. whiskey. whatever. whenever. mainly tequila. no one could really figure out why he was so far away. the most beautiful soul you'd ever meet. amazing family. everyone loved the boy. they always spoke of the unlimited potential. talent. passion. what no one knew, is how deep is pain was, all the way back to when he was a little bitty soul. the things that happened every day that everyone accepted as "normal" burdened him too much. he thought too much. he wanted the answers to questions that kept him up at night. like, why do people hurt each other, better yet, kill each other. or, why do daddies leave their babies. innocent struggles. things like that. some said he was just too deep for this world, like he belonged somewhere else.
so, he fell in love with the only thing he could control. liquor. he gave his life to the bottle every night. and slowly, it shifted. it became the one thing he could not control. by the time he realized the outcome and the fight, he had lost. everything. over, and over again.
by this time, drugs and liquor were his only friend, and biggest enemy. and addiction had captured another victim. the spark in his eye faded, and his passion tucked neatly under the bed, for a rainy day.
his name and face isn't truly important, neither his age. what is important is the part we never really find out - the answer to his madness - will he make it? will he pull some hidden strength out of the bottom of his soul to keep going? the strength and passion he had before. or, will he fit nicely into a percentage of millions of others, that never figured it out. addicts. lost. misunderstood. a beautiful life ruined.
let's hope. support. learn. listen. everyone has a story. a reason. a brokeness. a passion. a chance. let's love each other.