Okay...so this is kind of weird, but this features my friends, the animals and symbols halfway through this are all representations of one of my friends and some of their qualities. That is all, enjoy.

WHY WE FIGHT

We fight to win. We fight because this world is cruel and unusual and on a daily basis we deal the ignorant and racist and get subtle implications of detonation. We are warriors. Warriors bred to engage in constant battle against life and expected to not falter in our resolve nor slow our stride as we constantly walk toward that final gate.

            We have always fought. Since our birthing into this world the forces of chaos and discord have tried to end us, corrupt us, steal us from purity and force us into sin and savagery. From our sweet childhood of our friends telling us it’s okay to throw rocks at cars to our high school ventures where “friends” may try to force a joint or cigarette through your dentures.  And the end result is we either win or we lose, there is no draw, no medium difficulty, no straw to land in if you fall, and no semi-glory.

           

            We fight to achieve our dreams and to quiet the evil that, when it’s in our heads, screams. It screams claiming it has seen the future and fore seen that we are to fail, kill, pillage, and end up in a mental jail. Yet… even against the depression, against the corrupt nature of the world, against ALL odds we fight. It may not be right but it is our plight to fight so that we can make our own destiny can take flight…a destiny that we warriors carved with our swords of light, and truth..

            And it is not just us, all of nature lashes out in order to protect its own and leave proof of its existence that is devoid of darkness.

The Flower, ever standing its ground, refuses to barge and be controlled by oppressive parental winds, and while it may be repressed, its fighting so that sunny days may come again and its cheerful pollen can spread and protect its loved ones.

The Beauty, unaware of its own powerful presence looks to improve itself while at the same time searching for a soul mate whose love comes from just that, their soul, and not just their lustful desire to mate.

The Chipmunk, always oppressed and looked down upon by the very being who created it, fights to always stand up for what it believes in, against the harshness of winter and traumas, so that it may one day find the right path.

The Pixie and Fairy, tiny yet strong, command their lives with graceful force and fight against the dark voice within themselves that drag them down, knowing deep down how amazing and powerful they truly are.

The Clowns, joyous by nature, fight to never let heartbreak, depression, and the weight of the world get the best of them.

The Sheep flocks to happiness and peace, fighting to prevent bad thoughts and dreams from blocking its path, leaping over them as if a fence in order to enjoy a tranquil sleep.

The Eland hardly speaks nor shows emotional, yet it fights ignorance and hatred that is spewed toward its direction, never forgetting that being unique is a gift not a curse.

The Lightning Bolt, as odd is it may seem, is eager to fight against all evil to protect those in need, with a smile on its face it never waivers in its resolve to win.

The Panda, is confused….yet even in its confusion it serves as a bright beacon of hope to all it encounters and fights to keep this tireless light from going out.

And The Stereotype... fights to show people they are wrong, tired of being a statistic yet a pround symbol of the truths we hid from ourselves, it boldly and sleeplessly strives to achieve its dream: to find truth in a dark world.

            We all fight…not to hurt, or to kill, but to survive, and strive. To gain freedom from malevolent futures and detrimental paths…because we are human..

            We fight to make our own destiny…

True compassion

another poem for yall lovely people 

You know…we put so much time and effort into portraying how perfect our hearts are and displaying our capacity for compassion. Bragging about how they will always lead us in the right direction, being masters of detection and protection yet most people know nothing about what it takes to be truly compassionate.

Compassion is a curse, yes I said curse. It is a dark gift that forces us to do the unthinkable in our modern world and put others before ourselves, stack their own desires atop spiritual shelves and put their souls on line just to help someone else. Sticking ones neck out without fear of it being snapped or slashed, for in place of a bruise or gash there will only be…love, but we refuse to see that. To us compassion is to pity the man on the corner begging for coins instead of giving him spare change, and we have the nerve to call him deranged, when it is our motives that are weird and strange. We see our friend whom we have known for years, sad and alone, face covered in dry tears and we simply pass them by…never wanted to look weak in the eyes of reality that lie hidden somewhere in the sky.

“We never asked for this” you may say, pushing your inner guilt down. “We want to help others, but we do not know how”… So learn.

Learn to be the one who allows this amazing contraption inside us that is the heart resonate and connect with others instead of being a useless symbol in a love caption. Reaching out to people is not as complicated as it seems, for we have the means to love and banish the darkness surrounding a person’s soul away with our spiritual beams. Stop being afraid. There are people out there suffering and crying out for help, people going through the same thing as you and I, people just as human as you and I.

And please…do not just mark my words off as a desperate man preaching needlessly because that’s not the point. The point is we owe it to our own humanity to help others in any way we can. Our modern world has shaped us into a people that work to secure their own seatbelts, but never check the seats of those next to us, those close to us, and far from us, and we find it incredibly joyous when they get thrown from the plane instead of us. We cannot survive as a race if we do this. True Compassion is irrational, not factual and certain insane, because it involves being unselfish…something we as people have not yet mastered… but we have the ability to...to true be there for someone in need while they plead on hands and knees for a savior we can be there to support them and be a metaphorical floor to them until they learn to take off and soar on their own.

True compassion is love, it is being there when not asked to be there, it is an eternal gift that can always be re-gifted and shared …and it is something we are all capable all.

Think about it…