POEM:  DEPRECIATION Underlying  Deception IN Appreciation of Good & Enjoyment Appreciation Requires One Acknowledges The Worth of  Something or Someone Appreciation  Marked-Up by Depreciation Depreciation Defined IN Context of Value & Worth Decreasing Over-Time Appreciation Viewed IN The Contest of Depreciation What if, One is Born Worth-Less & Holds No-Value Experiencing A Life Un-Appreciated!? Appreciation & Ability to Recognize Good…

Poem. Devine Dance The other day Deep in the woods  My arms embraced the beauty around Bare feet on the ground I watched my being  Became one with Everything around Like the trees  I swayed With each gust of the wind Respectful and submissive  To nature’s force upon me Letting go of everything that defined me Trusting in the unknown …

The word “No”.  There is much conviction  In the word ‘No’ No-clearly sets boundaries  Carries emotions expressing One’s needs Expected to be said  Loud and clear Yet I found myself in grip of fear Paralyzed Unable to move-to speak Unable to say one single word “No” Traumatized  Mind took a lead Dissociated Self  From the physical side Fragmented  Thoughts seemed …

  … The Light Still Shines We Live IN A World Moving  Fast-Forward Way Too Fast Most of Us UnAble to Catch-Up We Live IN A World Shaped by The Angry  Patriarchal gods The Authorities  Demanding Conformist Compliance to The Power-Projected Through  Fear & Control & Dominance We Live IN A World Confused by The Past as Written In History…

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Poem: Peace BE With You Peace be with you A common phase Peace be with you. Passed Me by Unable to reach Peace One Tries Distractions Many Always Available to One Billboards Display The Needs IN Life It seems, Life is Spent ON Distractions Mode Stuck IN Illusions Unable to Reach Peace Within OneSelf One Tries & Exploring & Searching…

Dear One, Place Your Hand On Your Heart Sense (with) Senses The Beating of Your Heart Hear The Drum Drumming The Beating Beat InSide Feel The Pulse Pulsing & Pounding (with) Yours Flesh & Bones Magical Magic of Your-Miracle Began With Your Unique Sound Creating The Tempo of Your Ticking Time The Loudest Vibration of Your Vibration & Existence Ensure…

Poem:  My Name is Patrick When  I was Born Existence of I Am Began with  A Loud Cry  Desperate for Help I Did Not Know @The Time The Cry  Would Last A Life-Time @A Dis-Advantage Born as A Dis-Abled-Boy Rejected by A Father Un-Able to Tolerate My Flaws All Sorts of Imperfections @A High Cost In-Shame Abandoned The Only Progeny…

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