The Human Race

On your mark, get set, GO!
& we are born into a race,
like no other race,
a race where the start line is startling,
and the finish line is certain but undefined,
a race you race because racing is, the only option,
call it, the race of all races;
The Human Race.

What is this race that we run it?

What is this life that we live it?

Let's take a step back, or two..

okay, we'll do two., and look at the big picture.

Yes, because it's easier if we learnt,

not from our own, in this race we don't own,

not by our own, in these lanes we race on,

but from the races of others, their mistakes,

and successes, their experiences,

and regrets.. hence we will learn.

We will learn that the race is too short,

short a sport to spot time fly by so quick,

that as racing is a constant process of crossing the finish line,

living is a constant process of dying.

That the distance the athletes covered before us,

is variant and short and needed more time,

time that was lost and never recovered.

& by that we will learn that the chances we get at pushing ourselves,

the chances we get at increasing the strides,

the chances we get at hitting the overlap,

are chances we might never get again.

And again, we will learn,

that we are the masters of our own destinies!

That we have the power of speed in our tongues,

and can determine,

how faster we run to our own destinations.

That we each have the hour to make our turns,

and we would never undermine,

how faster we'd reach profound acclamation.

And further we would learn,

that the further we could run,

is dictated by the further we could dream.

Nothing ever just happens, we would learn,

but as desire is to effort,

result is to dream.

We desire our dreams, that, we would learn too,

and if the dream was to successfully cross the finish line,

we would run, as if our lives depended on it.

Oh yes, but why, our lives depend on it..

It is, after all, The Human Race.

The world would cheer you on as you raced,

others would choose to call you names,

as the rest would be panting, heavily, beside you,

running for the same crown designed for you,

and praying hard, they would be,

that you tripped down, 

and reduced competition.

Selfish ambition.

Isn't it fortunate that we would learn,

that winning is not everything?

That we would learn that we win some and lose some?

In the words of Chetan Bhagat, we would learn that,

"Nothing is to be taken seriously" and that,

"Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it seriously"

We would avoid frustrations!! How awesome is that?!

We would learn that the people we race along with,

influence our racing capabilities.

That our capacity to achieve would be dependent,

on the friends we keep, on the company we race,

and the positive or negative effect they would have on us.

This right here, would teach us to love us.

We are our own lovers, we would learn,

no one would love you as good as you,

and this would propel us. 

This would make us accepting and acceptable,

accepting others for what they are in this race of humanity,

and accept that our worldly possessions are nothing,

but vanity.

Inasmuch as we seek to live in comfort,

we would learn that, the tracks ahead are subject to change,

and we would object to imposed conformity,

but versatility in expecting any changes whatsoever.

We would learn that to run long, 

we would need to learn long.

We would need to practice to make perfect,

in order to race against the clock,

and not against the flock, the others,

but carefully enough; as the slow and steady would win this race, 

The Human Race.

I'll cut to the chase, and put this phrase out there,

if life was a race, I'd tie my shoelaces, and take my space,

I would embrace my strengths and outpace my weaknesses,

I would erase my worries and face the rest,

I would run for first place, and outrace myself,

and then and only then, will I have fought the good fight,

will I have kept the faith..

and finished the race, The Human Race.

Surrender, not.

For when the road gets rough,
and the going gets tough,
I'll choose to surrender, not,
to the fight but surrender,
to the light that I follow,
the fight that I'm being fought for.
I'll be tough and get going,
I'll do enough to keep me growing,
just enough,
that  the light in me will keep glowing.
A friend once told me,
"Remember why you started"
and as a member of my own,
I chose then not to slumber,
and number sheep to my dreams,
but stay awake through the year,
January to December,
and gear up to my dreams.
I am a dreamer,
and a profound one.
See, when I was lost,
a pro at what He does, found one,
out of many,
and recreated purpose and strength,
will, creativity and immense
stability in the thoughts,
and actions? He's still working on them.
Like a potter to clay
I putter through my day,
not as casual,
but with peace that there is,
a better tomorrow,
shaped through happiness and sometimes sorrow,
in the open and sometimes in the shadows,
but like fire to Gold,
adversity in diverse ways,
has played it's part,
has trained my heart,
& I came out bold.
Tested and pure,
in control and secure.
And that's why I choose,
not  to surrender,
not to the sorrows,
not to the shadows,
not to the fire,
and definitely not to the adversity,
but to the strength I acquired,
the teaching I required,
and the journey that I traverse in,
everything that I admire.
In this mood that this caressing peace engulfs me in,
I could care less, but surrender, not.
I could bear less but forfeit, not.
I could break walls and regret, not.
I could stumble and fall but not stay down,
I could hit dead ends and still not frown,
but smile, full-time,
like a clown in the circus,
till I get my crown,
till I fulfil my purpose.

"Retreat, not. Surrender, not."

I want (Poetry.com)

Below is a poem I posted on the website Poetry.com, thanks to a friend's suggestion. The link to the poem on the website is http://www.poetry.com/poems/1153481-I-want

It's a good platform to check out what others have written and to publish your own poems and receive reviews, points and badges while at it. Get writing!!

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Hi Poetry.com,

I just met you, and this is crazy,

crazy, straight to the moon and back,

that I have expectations and ambitions,

(Wild ones) about this, our relationship.

This relationship we are about to grow in,

this relationship that we are about to throw ourselves in, to,

you and I, me and you. 

I am really excited, I won't lie,

and prepared to love you till I die.

I know, that escalated too quickly for your liking,

but trust me, I take my time,

to fall in love..

it's just that, it's., it's just that you,

yes, you. You came in like a wrecking ball,

and swept me off my feet,

and instead of wrecking me,

you gave me something to think about,

each time I close my eyes.

You make me feel like I can be your next and your last,

or your first with heartbeats so fast,

each time he hears your name.

Each time, he mentions you,

each time his attention is stolen by you.

Poetry.com, I have a future figured out for us,

and what I want in this relationship,

erm, this partnership,

ok, this somethingship,

is you to show your love for me,

to shower me with kindness and gifts,

make me your top poet,

rate mine, the top poems,

distinguish me, 

let me finish first Poetry.com,

let me extinguish the shine of the others from thine eyes,

because I'll work for it.

I'll win your heart,

I'll give you perfection!

You say the world? I will give you the universe,

I will deserve your affection,

no explanation here, I'm drowning in emotions,

and for the last time now, Poetry.com,

I pledge to be there for you,

to paint your walls with the most beautiful of words,

the most thoughtful of images.

I'll try to be funny, you'll love my humor,

I'll try to be creative, you'll love my ambition.

Let's be an item and let's rock this world.

oh and before I forget Poetry.com;

Valentine's Day is in a week's time,

*clears throat*

will you be my Valentine?

 

If Karma was a beach

If Karma was a beach, I would be so freaking rich,
but karma is not a beach so I'll just end this here.
Or what if karma was really a beach?
Like a beach, beach.
With the sand all over, and the rocks getting rolled over,
by the waves of the ocean.
I don't know how to surf yet,
but I bet I would ride the waves in the emotion
it gives. I'd get.
I would dive into the depths by the sides,
swimming, then fishing.
Fishing, then swimming.
Whichever comes first, I would decide.
I'm very sure I would make the most out of it.
I would even go collecting all the seashells,
o ba myself,
and give them to the little girl, Michelle,
She'd sell the seashells at the sea shore,
she makes the money,
she's happy and I am happy.
I'd go for picnics too, in my neck of the woods,
eat all the best foods,
and in the nick of time,
I'd be back on the glistening sand,
and tossing a frisbee.
The sweetness in these moments,
is like the honey from a free bee,
or the money that comes easy,
flowing in and calming me,
like the breeze from the ocean.
I'd play volleyball too!
or why not?
Catch a volley with some friends and some strangers!
mommy said don't speak to them, but we see no danger,
We'd play some soccer on the sands,
even if the ball won't bounce when it lands,
after all, it is the fun that counts.
We'd bury each other in the sand,
then build sand castles, I know you understand.
We'd write our names right in the sand,
and hope to leave a legacy chasing after the wind and the waves.
We would then relax and daydream,
or go back to my beach house's sauna and steam,
or gym, or take a ride on the Jeep,
Wrangler and head over back to Karma, the beach,
Just to watch the sunset, and take lots of pictures,
of the flawless mother nature.
When it's dark at night;
bonfire party!!!!!!
Yes, at the beach!
just because we would be rich ninjas and ninjas,
ain't worried 'bout nothin'.
I promise you, we'd have an awesome time!
Only, just only., if karma was a beach.

Karma on the real is a returning boomerang,
and because it draws back tides that were sent forth,
I'm forcing myself to believe that Karma is really a beach.
I'll sit here as I write this and watch the waves go forth then come back,
because Karma, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a beach.

"Now as a man is like this or like that, 
according as he acts and according as he behaves, so will he be;
a man of good acts will become good, a man of bad acts, bad;
he becomes pure by pure deeds, bad by bad deeds;

And here they say that a person consists of desires,
and as his desire, so is his will;
and as his will, so is his deed;
and whatever deed he does, that he will reap."
                             - Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, 7th Century BC

Fired up

I would tell you I'm fired up,
but how would you believe me?
How would I describe the fire that burns within me?
The flames of the joy that come with motivation,
that crackle and sparkle, with undefined clarity,
deep inside my heart of treasures and mind of tranquility.
Insanity? Yes! Please use that word to describe this situation,
because this right here is an insane condition.
Friends, what I am in is a frenzy!
It's crazy.. I could describe it but the description would be hazy,
but you trust me, it'll raise me. It will push me up when I'm down and lazy,
it'll get me to work, it will keep me busy,
watch this space, I've braced myself,
I will run the race and maintain the pace,
and in case you're wondering,
this feeling is unwavering.
It is here to stay and as far as I can see,
it's like an apple a day, that keeps the doctor away.
The following statement per se,
are words that I meant to say,
the sole message this piece intends to convey;
everyone needs motivation.
and I'll be kind enough to bring this to your attention,
that that phrase needs no complex explanation.
Through visual, audio and any other sensation,
let motivation be a natural conception.
let it be the fuel to reach your ambition.
let it be the weapon and ammunition,
let it deepen your set resolutions
let it define your determination
and help you reach your goals,
your final destination.
Sleep and dream motivation,
wake up, smell the coffee and look for motivation.
What motivates you is what will drive you.
Find it.

I would tell you I'm fired up,
and how you would believe me,
is how you would see me.
Motivation goes unhidden, in the long run.

Somebody lied

It was the darkness in the alley,
that stole, piece by piece, the life from his peace,
and turned his thoughts into a death valley,
or maybe, it was the darkness in his heart,
and the impact the hurt from his childhood had on him.
It was the vengeful spirit, rekindled emotions,
of unequal proportions, he sighed.,
looked back and realized, somebody lied.


She hadn't always made the wrong decisions,
now I'll omit the fact that she now has visions,
sleepless nights and her mind screaming for permission,
to get set free from her own inner locked prison,
of tormenting thoughts and wild ambitions,
she knows none of. 
The painless pain, that drains and sprains,
her sub-conscious conciousness, whoa, she's a mess.
But I guess, she never saw it coming,
She replied, "Dennis, somebody lied."

We'll sit here, figure out together when, how and where,
and there's where we'll be left asking each other why?
Why did somebody lie? Why would somebody lie?
I'll be honest, I won't lie; I don't even know why.
But the truth is, somebody lied. People lied.
Deception. It might differ with different perceptions,
but a lie is a lie. 
The truth sometimes hurts, is uncomfortable,
is a pain in the butts, is unbearable..
but once spoken, is key to doors that will close,
bridges that you'll cross, and pain that'll be avoided.

Allow me to drill and fill, you in with these words of wisdom,
and so he said, Napoleon Hill, with uncut precision;
"What the mind of man can conceive and believe, it can achieve"
an insightful expression of a sound mind, and a kind reminder,
of what's behind and designed to align,
to the wilful possession of dreams,
that define and refine an individual's future.
Tell yourself the truth. The more you know,
the more the lies will be evident lies,
tangible and disgusting as they turn out in the future.
It's honestly a perfect picture, without the someone in it,
let them be what they'll always be; the somebody who lied,
and whose lies died at the feet of the truth I found right.
Surprised? Pride? Me, proud? Me?? lol. no.. never.. somebody lied.

Mama - What she said

I'm growing old and you're growing strong,

for a statement, that's bold but you know I'm not wrong..
& to be clear, dear son, this is not one,
of those 'lecture' sessions, the ones I answer your questions with questions.
These are my thoughts, & I hope when I'm done you'll link up the dots. . . .
As a mum, I'm proud. Very, very, very proud.
So proud in my cloud that, if I was allowed to stand in a crowd I'd,
to the peak of my voice., shout out and, let the whole world know aloud that,
I'm proud that, I am proud. Yes. Proud to have you and your siblings.
Children I'd never trade for no amount of shillings.
No dollars on this earth could replace the worth of your birth(s).
I insist, if I was to re-do motherhood, I'd get the four of you still,
perfectly imperfect, and do things a little bit different.
Make things better. Make the future brighter.,
but trust me, this is the best. We are blessed, son..
it could have been worse.
You now know well, your father has been gone, not by his choice,

and not with his voice, of course, that's why I speak in his place..

trying to make you embrace advice he would have given,

for you seem, like him, ambitious and quite self-driven,

that the wrongs you've done in the past are forgiven.
Oh how I know it breaks his heart, (RIP), that he left me fighting alone,

breaking my bones, collecting stones,

thrown my way, to build a place,

even if not sufficient, then maybe just for a day,

get us a place to stay, a place to place our beds,

and to lay our heads.. He left.

He left a hole,

a hole in our pockets, a hole in my heart,

a hole in my soul, in our lives and it hurt,

a whole lot of reasons to give up but we did not.

a whole lot of hope.

& I'll admit, to the least, it wasn't as comfortable,

just affordable, it wasn't as you wished,

the food you dished, not as pleasant as the fish,

the neighbours cooked, not even as sweet as the adverts looked,

(funny) but we were content enough..

paying off loans, when all we owned,

in a distant place away from home,

was love.

and faith.
and patience.
Love, faith and patience., love, faith and patience,
love, faith and patience., love, faith and patience, Nothing!
We struggled our part and fought our battles,
we paid allegiance to the High Deity, where it was due,
and as dew on the morning grass,
He always showed up, ever faithful.
I'll cut it short son and say this again,
it could have been worse.
& now the world's ahead for you,
and your brother and sisters,
I smile when I think of the times I felt like quitting,
no kidding. Winners never quit and quitters never win, I guess
that makes me a winner and it's all I ever want for all of you,
to win. To stand tall in oppression, to rise high in depression.
I'll live long to see you succeed, love long enough to love more,
and when that day comes, let it be least of my concerns,
to hear you say these words; "That's what she said"