Light Float.

When we succumb to the murky depths

We are forced to consider the weight of our values

Do we insist on keeping our selfishness; our arrogance

Deifying either or as part and parcel of our guiding principles

Or do we sever all anchors

Making our journey lighter — easier —

— To float — as we work our way

To the light.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: BisBiswas

The Art Of Slow Time.

I remember the existence of time

When the world sees fit to remind me.

Perhaps you’ve forgotten, But I haven’t

There’s only one way out — so don’t rush me.

I have all the time in the world; until I don’t

At which point

All the pressure in the world won’t matter.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: arcipello

Superbia.

The surest way to stop learning — growing

Is to believe the first solution we find to a problem

Is the only one.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: arcipello

Divine Refuge.

Worldly knowledge will provide you peace

— That is, supplementary, at best.

Find refuge instead

In the guiding principles of the Divine.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: Lharl

Illusory Time.

The future isn’t here yet,

Except …

Now it is.

To see more of this ‘future’

Would require us

To look back.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: Lharl

Spectrum of Perfection.

What is Perfection,

But the distance

To and from

Imperfection.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: Lharl

Beep …

Well hello there, internet stranger.

Feels a little familiar and also a little foreign to be writing here again.

I’ve thought long and hard about what this all means to me; whether I still enjoy it or not — and of course I do. That was never the problem.

The problem was how I was choosing to process my thoughts on the page. 

I am all for truth, but sometimes the core of what I have to say slips through the cracks because I say so much. This often leaves my audience caught in an avalanche of revelations. I will re-adjust this.

Perhaps offering truth in increments is a better solution for all involved. My mission is not to overwhelm but to connect. What I say will continue to come from the heart but above all, it will be filtered through the guiding hand of the Divine.

Other than that, I’ve been writing a few poems. I look forward to sharing them with you.

It’s going to be a good year.

 

– O.D. ©2023

 

Art  by: RHADS

SadFishing.

I left, because …

Even when the paths in front of us diverged

Going towards numerous possibilities —

Unspoken destinations, that had nothing to do with either of us,

You somehow always found a way to pivot all roads, towards yourself.

Without fail …

Every.

Single.

Time.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: AaronGriffinArt

People can be sad. People can be depressed.

But I swear, some people love turning it into a sport. What frustrates me is how it’s all catastrophized to elicit a specific reaction. Moreso, how attention is taken away from people that are genuinely suffering. All to focus on these “victims” that can simply do no wrong.

When I’m firm in holding my ground, consolidating my autonomy and someone is offended enough to make themselves a victim as a result. Wanna know what I do? I agree.

“Yes, you are a victim”, I say.

You should see how they react. They don’t like that.

I may have empathy, but not for pretenders. If you villainize me to make yourself feel better you are most certainly a victim. I won’t back-pedal and try to explain why you’re not.

I am the big bad guy and you’re just going to have to get cosy in my shadow.

Some might say I won’t win any allies by behaving this way. 

If the allies are anything like these “victims”. I say good riddance.

Blood Ties.

Fervently advocating for the guilty

Purely on the premise of them being family

Doesn’t make me loyal — It simply makes me complicit

Who you think you are to me,

Or what blood we share, is no factor.

If you actively infringe on the autonomy and freedom of others

You are forever nothing to me.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: AaronGriffinArt

Words From A Dying Star.

In the darkness,

Friction,

A spark — A flame

Thawing out the glacial cold.

Tormentor,

For as long as the soul is bright

It will not be snuffed

Like your poison-scented candles.

– O.D. ©2023

Art by: hudaamien1

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