WHATEVER (Acrostic)
Wandering this world
Having a life that is
About living moreso
Than just existing
Evolving when needed
Vital to being more
Especially when life
Reflects the real you
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Tag: identity
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As anyone would find
If they looked beyond the lines
To discover a poetic mind
That simply never sleeps
As I continue to explore and uncover
My poetic brain a bit further
That seeks to reach a place
Than even I could’ve imagined
Over a long period
Of space and time
And never asking why
But rather bask in the knowing
Of poetic glowing and flowing
A poetic wonder and anomaly
That the art form itself
Has graciously welcomed me
So watch and witness me
Poetically level up and increase
Rise and combine
More poetic words and lines
And continue to redefine
The very fire and light within
That burns and shines
Took a swan dive
Into the poetic deep
As I come to full terms and acceptance
Of being the type of poet
With a mind that never sleeps
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For what you may see here
Is a lot more than what appears
A poet on the rise
And have done so for many years
For at my core
I am more
And even beyond what I
May truly realize
But poetry for me
Has been the place to be
And see a part of me
That I’m still experiencing
To feel openly and poetically
So deeply and artistically
And creatively expressing
Yet exploring further areas that are within me
A me that even I
Am still uncovering
Even in moments of doubt
With unrealized abilities and fear
For what I have right here
Is so much more than what appears
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Words
Words words
Upon the page
Lines and more lines
That I decided to write
As I engage with this poem here
No need to define
But instead reprise more
With various poetic thoughts
That have just randomly appeared
For I have no need to
Explain yet remain
Unequivocally me
And so it is, and free to be
Whatever I deem
For it may seem
To be scattered about
For with a poetic heart
I am not without
Perfection put away
As the interpretation is always open
After being read and took place
As a spark of meaning both
Inside and outside the head and mind
As I took the time
Just because
To write the now
And the what was
To think of what lies ahead
And also what won’t be
As I categorically
Declare that this poem
Correlates and shapes
That which poetically plagues
Every fiber of me
Running free and based inexplicably
At the cellular level, and creative prowess
Words
Words words
Upon this page
And lined up by
A poet on the rage
Freeverse and not formal
As this poem
Was meant to be this way
And how restful
To just write and be in the moment
Of a poem untitled
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At my core
I am more,
and despite all of the,
ups and downs,
smiles and frowns,
for what may abound,
and turneth life around,
with absolute and personal
satisfaction and pleasure,
so I in turn,
can go beyond measure—
I am
the storm walking up to a storm,
yet I’m the bigger event,
for I refuse to relent,
to anything that attempts,
to hold me back,
to hold me at bay,
that seeks to,
push me in the wrong direction,
think or act in the wrong way,
for within cannot be measured,
and the only limitations placed,
are the ones I enact upon myself,
for I am wonderfully; and uniquely made,
filled with purpose—
and knowing that I; was created for a reason,
and to not change constantly; with the seasons,
the self actualization—
and inner realization—
that not only do I matter,
and not a speck of nothing,
or some insignificance in the universe,
but rather believing that at my core,
that I was built to last,
and to become even more,
for the rabbit hole has no bottom,
and neither are; the depths of me,
that seek and can greatly reach,
well past what I thought to be,
the best version of me,
for in the eyes of the Creator,
I am an entity of infinity,
a soul molded and shaped,
out of eternity,
transformed into a human being,
but not weakened by this,
just another pure element of existence,
waiting to be further understood,
and to see myself and my life,
as very valuable treasure—
for what I truly am,
Is powerful beyond measure.
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So many people
move about this world,
and go about life,
but are the ways it’s being done,
and all the ways being carried out,
is it actually living?
or just simply existing?
being versus becoming—
or not doing so at all; either way,
wasted days—
sleepless nights—
living for others; instead of self,
for at times life can really bite,
and we have to fight—
for everything; while also still holding on,
with times also left wandering,
moments of right that turned wrong,
indecisions that would’ve been,
more than alright—
for we all possess the power,
of free will choice—
and along with that; a heart and voice,
a mind and body of course,
to reach depths within—
never thought possible,
getting back to self,
and remembering exactly,
the real you that has; always existed,
and not to get it twisted,
but to go far beyond,
what may or may not be,
so called realistic—
hesitation as the culprit,
being our own worst enemy,
self sabotaging and feeling,
less and less happy and unfulfilled,
as the years roll by; and gets further revealed,
to be present and with a coming future,
with no fate sealed—
for what happens first,
begins in the spirit and mind,
each and every time—
both now and until,
for each one of us experiences,
Our very own mind field.
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