Write Your Music, Right Your Life

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Reset
To the moment
Time to own it
Could be slowing or barely growing
Perhaps a mix of both
Why not left in the sorrow
Somehow with a heart still ticking for a greater tomorrow
Built today, it’ll be okay
Let’s say and agree I fucked up
Yet it’s not all written in stone
This is not the way my story has to go
I don’t have to repeat this path

The question never who do you want to be
But how do you see and breathe
Melting through dynamic destinies
Understanding the journey is a fleeting thing
Here today, and tomorrow a song to sing
So revisit that question as begging you to bring a new melody to the table

Steady a rocky mind stable
With your own words, your own voice
Your own choice to fall back into the moment
Take hold of your mistakes and begin to own it

Photographer: Green Chameleon

Before the Fall

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Denial
To the point it becomes impossible to ignore this downward spiral
as if I was given a trial and chose to throw it
poor decisions clearly show it
of course I know it
I see this light marking the path of right
yet in the mirror I cower at the sight
of looking into the resultant shape from these regretful nights
as if I could forget those who already lost their life

Ben had a smile for the ages
he’d be my age today
but instead he’s passed away
three years, now in a grave

I owe it to him to live brave
I owe it to him to live
with my heart on my sleeve

Self hate and disdain too easy to grow
yet instead let me update my flow
shift my perspective away from the hate that I’ve come to know
and return to love

Photographer: María Victoria Heredia Reyes

A Polar Life

Passion gets dulled in attempts to maintain conformity
fear of unknown constrict the range of possibility

Inability to embrace a dynamic perspective
fails the ultimate lesson that growth does not end
until death’s frigid fingers grasp the final breath
how often do we bet on having tomorrow’s time
too often blind of the blurry line
between an external environment and an internal mind
deluding ourselves with the idea of separation
when instead, it’s vibration

Once forgotten, yet now in flow
now aware of the inseparability of yes and of no
sense made from difference,
we live as both actor and the show


Photographer: Joshua Earle

I was inspired to write this after watching the amazing movie, Dead Poet’s Society.

The Grand Distraction

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Not now
not dead yet
none left to fret with work left to finish
cause I’m not yet diminished to the ashes
of burnt out passions
of past lives lost in forgetting
what is this-ness

Know this to be more than what consciousness can comprehend
no more pretending in how we view Society
in how we view the You and Me
the gap between our eyes that see
galaxies
hidden fallacies
carefully balancing
attempts to understand reality

With continous days unknowingly numbered
we play at living infinite


Photographer: Jordan McQueen

Thanks for Coming to Class

A moment to remember
it’s ok to let go
ok to let show that you don’t know
how your life is directed or in which way it flows
It’s ok to say that you’re feeling overwhelmed

But take a breath and look from a different perspective
Don’t forget today’s lesson
is simply to breathe
become aware of the oxygen
then let it all leave


Photographer: Israel Sundseth

Missing Ingredients

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All you need is a single thought
to enter a new world, one that you’ve brought into being
The difference between your dreams and what you are seeing
is simply a matter of time, not illusion
it’s time to shake this simple confusion
that ideas happen instantly
without the series of moments in between
the start and the end
we can no longer pretend
that desire alone is strong enough to bend
a world to your wishes

Photographer: Mayur Gala

A Reminder for Gratitude

I give up
as death’s already ‘round that corner
I’ve found myself a mourner for time that has yet to pass
Always looking at the top and bottom
never at the center
of our hourglass representing each passing second
with no chance at seconds

I fucked up
when I promised to do so much
Visions of grandeur – Side projects galore
I boasted to build it all, but ended up a bore
Believing words alone could bring dreams to life
Forgetting that only through day and night
can we truly shine light
on whatever inner gratitude feels is right