The Ugly Truth - a poem
Beauty surrounds us everywhere we turn,
Yet we are blinded to it, but perfection is what we’re yearning-
For that image of what is beautiful can be distorted by many things
Including our own mind,
Good thing we have heart to keep us in line,
With our true emotions and feelings.
Why do we tune out this soft voice and must always attach meaning
To everything we see, think and feel? can't we just BE??-
So many questions reside deep within me.
Where shall I seek answers to these burning questions of mine?
Friends? Family? or perhaps the trees...
Tall, strong, silent majestic creations with brilliant coloured leaves.
Humanities secret counter part, absorbs negative and releases positive
And are made out of the same things we are, inside.
Loyal and strong they have no problem abiding by
The law of nature, perhaps letting the Sun and Wind be their guide.
If only we could be the same- but humanity has taken a different path
And Become so lame
Mentally, spiritually and even physically because we now have robots and
Machines to do all our dirty work, not noticing our brain is our
Greatest piece of perfected work.
My journey begins here. There is no end in sight
Not looking back knowing all is right.
Who knows what adventures lie ahead and what kind of people I will meet
I'm absorbing it all in everyday, taking a seat and enjoying the ride.
Of course there will be some bumps and shakes along the way,
But what fun would it be if it was smooth sailing all the way?
Will any mortal ever understand me or will I be seen as just one of them?
Will anyone ever notice I take it further and put my self on a limb.
What does it matter? It’s all the same shit right??
Some chick trying to change the world and bringing it to new heights.
But something is growing, no, burning! deep inside my soul.
A yearning that is relentless and could probably take hold-
Of you, just when you least expect it…
Throw you totally off course and track
You start to think everything is Whack!
And then, things just flow and fit
And you never seem to miss and always hit
That note
That high
That mark
That goal! that you sooo badly wanted
Yes!! you are no longer haunted by your ghost of Christmas past.
Now free to be you full potential,
It's elemental
Imagine it man, it could be Monumental.
~ Rajie