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We are all heroes, though many of us refuse to don our capes. I admire every individual I meet for their special set of characteristics and anyone who can share with me their uniqueness, is a hero to and for me.
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ENEMY OF CONFORMITY
by Manny Mann the Blogoholic
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Why do humans live as if their destinies are set in stone?
Guided by causes and effects instead of moving on their own
One thing leads to another like eternal falling dominos
Hope for the best, expect the worst, trust in familiar, fear unknown
Personally, I prefer to swim upstream against the flow
Outside the box, my P.O.V. sees many things that others don’t
Hidden between the storylines are secrets visionless can find
The best lessons are learned first hand, not by example or advice
Label me Grand Libertine, assassin of the status quo
I shoot first, ask questions last, come to conclusions on my own
Suppose we all saw eye-to-eye, egos would still obscure the view
Resolving differences requires compromise and paying dues
Why do humans think in terms of us versus the rest of them?
Divide-and-conquer is a curse of politics and religion
Rhetoric and propaganda spread like flames upon the wind
Accept the good, reject the bad, neglect strangers, embrace your friends
Personally, I prefer to mingle and erase the lines
Objectively, my grass is just as green as lawns across divides
Behind the scenes are pros and cons which equalize the left and right
The common ground is shunned by those who want to win without a fight
Label me a vandal, lumberjack of thrones on pedestals
I think for myself, therefore conformists brand me as their foe
Suppose we all were equal, competition stays insatiable
Declaring war is easy, victory through peace is difficult
Why do humans believe things they cannot prove or haven’t seen?
Twisting fiction into fact to redesign reality
Ignorance corrupts emotion, instinct, and intelligence
Suffer on, swallow the lies, ignore the truth, settle for less
Personally, I prefer to question everything I’m told
Essentially, one open mind is worth more than 6 billion closed
Epiphanies result from non-vicarious indulgences
Wisdom is the Golden Fleece of those who seek experience
Label me a terrorist, rebellious for a worthy cause
Persecution is familiar, pour it on, I will endure
Suppose we all were tolerant, judgment is inherent
Guess who will prove which is right or wrong?
Why do humans make the same mistakes others have made before?
History repeats, yet lessons learned by others are ignored
Tomorrows follow yesterdays in vicious cycles, round and round
Forgotten past, uncertain future, here-and-now is paramount
Personally, I prefer to shake things up and cause a scene
Implementing clever schemes to infiltrate life’s memories
History remembers those whose actions go against the grain
I’ll live .. I’m gone for doing nothing done the same
Label me a heretic, dissenter of dogmatic views
I defy convention, follow no one is my golden rule
Suppose we only spoke for self, words would go unheard
Like a whisper drowned out by united roars
Pencils down, this lesson’s over, what have you learned?
Enough to proceed with caution or crash and burn?
The thought of knowledge going out of style is hard to swallow
So I’ll continue trying in hopes to mold tomorrow
God bless mortals who use the gifts we’re given
Like the ability to make our own decisions
And express our own intentions
And create our own inventions
And so on…and so on…
© 2007 Manny the blogoholic
In loving memory of
Frances Irene Carter
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There once was a monk and in the course of his travels, he came upon a beautiful stone that shone like the brightest of the stars. He picked up the stone and put it in his pocket and travelled on. He later found out that the stone was actually a rare gem and was worth a lot of money. A few days later, the monk came upon a man and, upon viewing the stone in the monks possession, the man asked for it...the monk gave the man this precious, valuable, beautiful, rare stone...and the man went on his way. Days later the man came back to the monk. He thanked him profusely for giving him the stone and told the monk that he didn't want it, after all. The monk asked him, 'Why not?' and the man replied, "As rare and beautiful as this stone is, I do not want it...I would rather have that which enabled you to give it to me in the first place."
I feel like…I can do anything
As long as my mind is right
And the words in my head
Will seep from my pen
As my imagination takes wing to flight
A butterfly is what she called me
And I smiled at the thought it invoked
Cause deep in my heart
And throughout my soul
I felt it was truth that she spoke
See me float on a gossamer breeze
Words attempting to free my spirit
Can you see it…this energy
This illumination I've found?
I'll embrace it…when I learn not to fear it
Fluttering, go I
Pen stuttering, I sigh
As words attempt to escape
His words I remember
And I reach for forever
For promises of all that is great
Soaring wildly I see
How the wind through the trees
Coax the leaves into a joyous dance
And the wind beneath me
Reminds me I'm free
And my creativity gives me a chance
I look to my wings
Cause they guide me through things
Teaching me the meaning of flow
And each word my pen drops
Is an effort to stop
That which won't let me grow.
When you see me flutter by
A creative butterfly
Dancing on the winds of lifes breath
Remember my flight
My struggles and strife
And the pen that I'll hold til my death
© 2007 ♥ ♥T ♥ ♥" align="right" if a tree
fell in the woods
with no one round for miles
but i
was there to capture it
would you still bite my style?
would you
envision
yourself
there in my place
and tell it to all
with that
sneaky
smile upon your face?
stories of how
mighty winds blew through the land
as you stood there
waiting
trusty axe in hand
and from the toils of my labor
you try to build your fire
not even recognizing
that mine
burns
even
higher
if you needed
some of my lumber
all you had to do was ask
i know first hand
cutting it's no easy task
but every time i look
i see my lumber in your fire
with no thought
to how much
my cutting it
required
i'll tell you something
friend
we'll soon have a storm
and this lumber
that i've cut
will always keep me warm
i've worked for it
hard
something you don't seem to know
and the luminosity
of my fire
will completely
snuff your
glow
© 2007 ♥ ♥T ♥ ♥
seems like...
every time i speak
i rhyme
tryin to find, in my mind,
the time to define
that
which is me
tryin to debate why i wait to create
the state of mind to satiate
the great-ness within
looking for a way to convey
messages of grey on a day
when the sun's in my way
unable to say or portray
the way
i feel
i
move with a groove that soothes
and
the truth is
i use the blues as i choose
to peruse my own views
of myself
there's
a hole in my soul called unfulfilled goals
and i stroll through this life playing multiple roles
while watching the drolls mingle with trolls...
laughing...
not knowing for whom the bell really tolls...
i
am coasting this wave
bravely roasting the knaves
and your boasting only saves
you temporary face
i am victorious and proud,
defeat not allowed,
never bowed for the crowd or ignorantly loud
i'm just me
love
and joy
with occasional pain,
dancing in the rain while you
strain to gain the momentum i attain
and it's plain that your efforts
are in vain
i swim strong in this ocean
the exponent to your quotient
and with total devotion
i am Poe♥T♥ry in Motion...
© 2007 ♥ ♥T ♥ ♥
i've been told that
life
outside of here is awesome
the most beautiful thing to behold
with
the winds lifting me
and shifting me
far beyond what my mind now sees
and carrying me upon
a gossamer breeze
as i soar and float
joyously
fluttering
free
i've been told that
these walls that confine me
don't necessarily define me
but
will actually refine the new me
hold on and believe
in the heights you'll achieve
cause these walls....
they're just temporary
but i am impatient
and
i get tired
can't wait to get out of here
and sometimes i feel like i'm about to expire
but i hold on, in spite of my fear
the fear
of them being wrong
they speak of my destiny
as though they are prophets
predicting my pending beauty
they tell me i'll not remain in this place
but do they know? i mean, truly?
why don't i know
what they seem to know
and why is it taking so long
and why is it so damn important for me
to just sit here
acting
like
i'm
strong
when all i wanna do sometimes...
most times...
is cry
and far from my sight is this vision they create
of this magnificent butterfly
i just wanna be
what they say that i'll be
what they promise me time after time
i'll continue to wait
i've no other choice
and deep inside i know i'll be fine
this place can't keep me forever
there's too much that i have to do
and in all actuality i know they're not wrong
and these walls
will purge me anew
so
keep your eyes on these binds that i'll soon leave behind
when my time has arrived, realizing i survived
and, with my wings spread open wide
an accomplished sense of pride
my face touches the winds
and i rise
© 2008 ♥T♥