Who am I to judge the way you act
The choices you make with no regard
The message it sends to the world around
Who am I to judge that sound
Who am I to dictate what’s right
Like opinions written for a fight
The answers to life are never clear
Who am I to judge what you hear
Who am I to pass on your creed
The standards you live and the way you succeed
The path you take along this ride
Who am I to judge that side
Who am I to say this or that
The truth that we’re searching, the choice we must make
The life that’s been handed in front of our eye’s
Who am I to judge the prize?
Truth and lies, a strange pair,
Walk hand-in-hand, everywhere.
Truth is pure and clear as day,
While lies are cloaked in shadows gray.
Truth speaks with a voice so bold,
Lies whisper secrets, untold.
Truth is the light that guides our way,
Lies lead us astray.
But oh, how often lies deceive,
And make us believe what we perceive.
They paint a picture false and fair,
And trap us in their cunning snare.
So be wary of the lies you hear,
And hold truth close, my dear.
For truth is the foundation strong,
On which our lives belong.
In this world of shifting sands,
Where truth and lies often join hands,
May we have courage to discern,
The truth from lies, and learn.
To see the world with eyes so clear,
And banish all our doubts and fear.
For in the end, truth will prevail,
And lies will fade and fail.
Oh, the things that I hear and I see,
They just make me want to be free;
From the people who say “What really?”
And the things that they think they can see.
“What really happened?” they ask me,
“What was the real reason?” they say.
But I’ve learned that there’s no such thing,
As the real reason, I’m afraid.
There are just a million different ways
To look at the same old thing,
And each one is right in its own way,
So why should we argue and sing?
So let’s just agree to disagree,
And stop asking these silly old questions;
And if you must ask “What really?”
Just ask yourself, and then guess.
I am invisible to myself, a mystery I can’t quite see,
A perception that’s clouded, and a self-awareness not yet free.
I look in the mirror, but I don’t recognize the face,
A stranger looking back, in a strange and unfamiliar space.
The world may know me, but I’m still a mystery to myself,
A journey of introspection, and a quest to find my own wealth.
I’ll explore my identity, and find the truth in my heart,
And let go of the perceptions, that have kept me apart.
I am invisible to myself, but I’ll find my way to the light,
And embrace the person I am, and the person I’ll be in sight.
The power of words, it’s a force to behold,
Language and communication, they never grow old.
Expression through poetry, or prose so fine,
Emotion and connection, they’re intertwined.
Understanding and empathy, they’re what we seek,
Inspiration and creativity, they’re what we speak.
Imagination and impact, they’re what we make,
Influence and change, they’re what we take.
Perception and perspective, they’re what we share,
Through the power of words, we show we care.
For words have the power, to move and to sway,
To change hearts and minds, in every way.
So let us use our words, with care and with thought,
For they have the power, to heal or to wrought.
Let us use them wisely, to inspire and to ignite,
For the power of words, it’s a beautiful sight.
The fingers all point to me, with accusation and blame,
Responsibility and accountability, they’re not the same.
Guilt and shame, they weigh heavy on my heart,
As I struggle to deny, and make excuses to depart.
But the consequences of my actions, they cannot be ignored,
Judgment and perception, they cannot be restored.
For the fingers all point to me, and the truth is clear,
I must face the music, and accept what I fear.
Nights are getting colder, oh what a thrill,
Numbing my senses, like a bitter pill.
Nagging and niggling, the chill won’t relent,
Nursing my misery, with each breath spent.
Nostalgic and naive, I long for the past,
Nursing my wounds, like a love that won’t last.
Nearing the end, the cold creeps in,
Narrowing my vision, like a fool with no win.
Numb and neglected, I shiver and shake,
Nudging away comfort, with each step I take.
Nearing the bottom, I cling to my pride,
Nestled in my misery, with nowhere to hide.
The Art of Perspective
Life is an art, a masterpiece divine
With perspectives vast, diverse and fine
Contagious they are, spreading like fire
My fear is losing mine, in envy’s desire
Beauty is in the eye, of the beholder they say
Perspective displayed, in a unique way
Words inherit meaning, in every hue and shade
Patience burns within, a raging flame unslayed
A pat on the shoulder, eases the pain we bear
A simple gesture, showing someone you care
Life is an art, a canvas we paint
With perspectives unique, no two the same.
Though we may wish for things to come our way,
Sometimes the delay can be sweet,
For it can give us time to reflect and pray,
And see the things that we can meet.
It can be hard to wait for something long,
But it can also be a blessing,
For it can give us time to hear a song,
And find out what we are missing.
The delay can give us time to be still,
And to appreciate the things we have,
It can show us secrets that we can’t see until,
The moment that we are glad.
The sweetness of delay can be found,
In the moments that we take,
For it can give us joy that abounds,
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A Serendipitous Journey
I never planned to travel the world
But fate had other plans for me
I followed the signs and the clues
And discovered wonders I never thought I’d see
I met people from different cultures and lands
Who taught me their stories and their ways
I shared with them my hopes and dreams
And formed friendships that lasted for days
I saw places of beauty and mystery
That filled me with awe and delight
I captured them in my memory and my camera
And cherished them with all my might
I learned things about myself and others
That changed my perspective and my view
I grew as a person and a traveler
And became more open and true
I never planned to travel the world
But I’m glad that I did anyway
It was a serendipitous journey
That enriched my life in every way
My world once revolved around you,
Round and round, like a ferris wheel hue.
Revolting and ridiculous, I look back with glee,
Realizing now, that I was too blind to see.
Ridiculed and rejected, I was the fool,
Raging and ranting, like a stubborn mule.
Reeling and retching, I couldn’t let go,
Ravaging my heart, like a relentless foe.
Ripe with regret and remorse, I move on,
Rising above, like the break of dawn.
Rekindling my passions, and finding my way,
Reclaiming my life, with each passing day.
Life may seem ordinary and plain,
But in the mundane lies a hidden terrain,
A beauty that often goes unseen,
A subtle grace that’s forever serene.
With a shift in focus, we can change our view,
And find wonder in things we once thought were askew.
Ethics and morality
Ethics and morality, oh how divine,
Endlessly debated, like a never-ending line.
Elevated and exalted, they’re held up high,
Easily ignored, with a cynical eye.
Evasive and elusive, they’re hard to define,
Eroding and erasing, like a fading outline.
Endlessly discussed, but never quite clear,
Eliciting eye rolls, with each passing year.
Egomaniacal and egoistic, they’re often abused,
Endlessly debated, but seldomly used.
Empty and exaggerated, they’re often just talk,
Eliciting laughter, like a stand-up’s walk.
A different point of view can change it all,
Transform the mundane into a wonderland,
Reveal new perspectives, break down old walls,
Unleash the magic hidden in the bland.
It takes courage to see the world anew,
To venture off the path, to be bold and true,
But when you do, oh, the wonders you’ll view.
As someone who is not superstitious, I’ve always found it interesting to observe the beliefs and practices of those who are. While I respect their right to hold these beliefs, I can’t help but feel a sense of skepticism towards them.
Superstitions are often based on fear or cultural tradition, rather than reason or scientific knowledge. To me, it seems unlikely that wearing a certain item of clothing, avoiding certain numbers or colors, or performing a particular ritual could actually influence the outcome of an event.
Of course, I understand that superstitions can provide a sense of comfort or control in an unpredictable world. They can act as a coping mechanism in times of stress or uncertainty. However, I believe that it’s important to have faith in our own abilities and actions, rather than relying on superstitions to dictate our fate.
Ultimately, whether or not you believe in superstitions is a personal choice. For me, I choose to put my trust in reason and evidence, rather than superstition.
I do not believe in superstitions,
For I am a rational mind.
I do not seek out signs or omens,
For I trust my own thoughts to find.
Black cats crossing my path,
Broken mirrors and ladder fears,
These are not things that I fear,
For they hold no power here.
I do not let the number 13,
Dictate my every move.
I do not knock on wood,
To avoid bad luck’s cruel groove.
For I know that these beliefs,
Hold no truth in reality.
I trust in my own abilities,
And my own sense of normality.
So let us leave behind,
These superstitions of old.
Let us embrace reason and logic,
And watch our fears unfold.
Tunnel vision takes hold, and the world disappears,
The target in sight, all else disappears.
The totality of the task, the triumph it endears,
The tireless pursuit, that perseveres.
The tunnel vision perspective, is powerful and precise,
Pinpointing the objective, without any sacrifice.
Pushing past obstacles, without any advice,
Persevering through pain, with a heart full of ice.
The tunnel vision perspective, is not without flaw,
Perpetuating a prejudice, that leaves us in awe.
Polarizing the perception, without any draw,
Preventing a panorama, that could change it all.
But in the tunnel, there’s a truth to find,
A transcendental thought, that’s not far behind.
A truth that’s transparent, and easy to remind,
A totalizing thought, that’s easy to bind.
In conclusion, the tunnel vision perspective,
Is a powerful tool, but it’s not objective.
A technique to target, with a mind that’s selective,
A transformative thought, that’s introspective.
A tiny scribble, almost unseen,
Yet it tells a story of where I’ve been,
A footnote to mark a moment in time,
A reminder of a thought once mine.
A small detail, easily forgot,
But it holds a truth that cannot rot,
For every footnote leaves a trace,
Of the paths we’ve walked, the trials we’ve faced.
The many chase their dreams,
While the few have it all it seems,
But numbers don’t always mean success,
Sometimes it’s just a matter of progress.
Equality may seem hard to find,
But we can bridge the gap with our minds,
And make the many and the few,
Join hands and work towards something new.
Making a major career change can be daunting and scary, but for me, it was a decision that changed my life for the better. I was in a job that paid well and provided stability, but I wasn’t happy or fulfilled. I felt like I was just going through the motions and not making a meaningful impact.
After much contemplation and soul-searching, I made the difficult decision to leave my job and pursue a new career path. It was a decision that filled me with both excitement and fear. I had to let go of the security I had and embrace the unknown.
Starting over was not easy. I had to go back to school and invest time and money in a new skillset. There were moments of doubt and uncertainty, but I persevered. I reminded myself why I made the change and how much happier I would be in the long run.
The change was tough, but it was worth it. My new career path reignited my passion and gave me a sense of purpose. I was able to make a meaningful impact in people’s lives and it brought me a sense of fulfillment that I had never experienced before.
The journey was not without its challenges. There were moments of doubt and fear, but I learned to trust myself and my abilities. I grew in confidence and gained a new perspective on life.
Looking back, I’m grateful for the major career change that changed my life. It was a decision that pushed me out of my comfort zone and challenged me to grow. It taught me that change can be scary, but it can also lead to great things.
If you’re feeling stuck in your current job or career path, I encourage you to consider making a change. It won’t be easy, but it could lead to a more fulfilling and meaningful life. Trust yourself and have the courage to pursue your passions.
In conclusion, a major career change can be a life-changing decision. It can be scary, but it can also lead to growth, fulfillment, and purpose. Trust yourself and have the courage to pursue your dreams.
Read my experience in poetical form below:
I took a leap of faith And left behind the known, A path once set in place I now must walk alone.
The change was not easy, But it was worth the pain, For in that moment of uncertainty, My new life did begin.
I found a new passion, A purpose all my own, And though the road was rough, I never felt alone.
I met new friends and colleagues, Who shared my newfound dream, And with their help and guidance, My success began to gleam.
Now looking back, I see How that one decision made A major impact on my life And the person I have become today.
A path once taken, now left behind A new direction, I had to find The unknown future, looming ahead Fear and uncertainty, filling my head
But with each step, my confidence grew My passion reignited, strong and true I found a new purpose, a sense of drive A fresh perspective, to keep me alive
Though it was daunting, to start anew It was a decision, I had to pursue The change was tough, but worth the cost A brand new journey, and not a loss
For now I know, that taking the leap And embracing change, can lead to great feats A major career change, that changed my life And brought me joy, amidst the strife.
The day your faith was shaken,
Was the day you learned to doubt,
The things you thought were certain,
Were suddenly without.
You searched for understanding,
And found a new perspective,
The doubts that once consumed you,
Are now introspective.
A black and white world, devoid of hue,
A monochrome screen, a colorless view,
Life stripped of vibrance, a grayscale theme,
A world in limbo, a colorless dream.
Yet beauty persists in this monochrome sight,
Simplicity reigns, a peaceful delight,
A different perspective, a new point of view,
In the monochrome screen, beauty shines through.
A poet’s soul is for everyone to see, Bared open with vulnerability, A canvas for self-expression and creativity, And a mirror of the human complexity.
Through the words we write, And the emotions we convey, We share our authenticity and might, And connect with others in a relatable way.
For a poet’s soul is not just our own, But a reflection of the human experience, With the ability to touch hearts unknown, And bring comfort to those in need of clearance.
With empathy and introspection, We delve deep into the human psyche, And share stories that offer reflection, And a new perspective that is worth a psyche.
Through art and communication, We reveal universal truths, And connect with others in a powerful relation, That is deeper than mere words or proofs.
So a poet’s soul is for everyone to see, A gift of expression and connection, A reminder of the human reality, And the beauty of our shared introspection.
I hope you enjoy it!
You only saw dead flowers, But I saw so much more, I saw the beauty in imperfection, And the growth that came before.
You saw the wilted petals, And the colors fading away, But I saw the transformation, And the resilience on display.
For even in their withering, The flowers showed their strength, Their ability to adapt and change, And to go to greater lengths.
And as the blooms fell away, Making room for something new, I saw the hope and renewal, That comes with a fresh view.
So don’t let your perception, Limit the beauty you can see, For there is growth and change, In every moment and every degree.
Take a step back and look closer, With a different perspective in mind, And you’ll see the resilience and beauty, That we all have the ability to find.
I’m surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.
I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.
I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.
But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.
Your heart has no eyes,
It has no ears,
And cannot make decisions,
It relies on your mind to filter,
Through people’s ugliness,
Through people’s lies,
And decide who is right for you,
Because every time you get it wrong,
Your heart breaks a little bit more.