Distant Places

Distant places call to me
cry out to me
every time a whistle screams
an engine revs a propeller buzzes
or a paddle splashes
the setting sun shimmering
across the iron rails fading
off into the far horizon
the current swirling and
weaving around the bend
the road climbing
the next hill
beckons me seduces me
pulls me like a moth
to a flame and oh
what a wondrous
magical flame

~ poem by Michael Traveler

In school I'm in honors world history and I was being dragged along dragging everyone behind. It was a group work and competition against other groups. I don't do good under pressure and I can't concentrate so I fall behind, get a little anxiety and feel terrible because my group is lagging because of me. And then I'm asked to hurry up or the leader comes back with my slip saying that I forgot something. SO you know what I'm sick of holding it in, I'm so sick of the criticism from others. I'm   just  so angry!

I've been dreaming,
Wondering lately,
I wonder if he thinks of his only child more than once in a few weeks.
I feel like he doesn't care,
Like he he doesn't try for me.
He never emails or calls.
But then there is a part of me that believes he does think about me more than once and awhile.
That he wants to get to know me,
And understand me.
This is another toggle rope game to see if my heart or thoughts will win.

 

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Duality is an illusion. An elaborate, deeply ingrained illusion. And as part of this illusion, we are compelled to serve either the "light" or the "dark". I think that modern, and even ancient(though to a lesser degree) religions are instrumental in the perpetuation of this illusion of duality. We live our lives, from the very womb onward, in a ghastly, well formed illusion of right and wrong. Right and wrong are relative. Morals, are relative. This does not mean, however, that one can go out and slaughter vast millions with no moral responsibility; moral responsibility is a social responsibility. There is no Light and Dark, the is only Absoluteness. All is one. Now, to further expand on this concept, what is god? An all powerful being. Sometimes kind, others terrifying. Gods are as varied as the people on this planet; and this is because we each create our own god. A god is an externalization of the "unacceptable" urges and desires felt by the one who creates that god. So when you worship a deity you did not create, then you worship the mind of the one who created that god, for humans are absolute. We are animal, and we have the mental capacity to create such vast, enduring figures, and it terrifies us. We cannot accept that we are simply animal. That we are no better than the feral cats and stray dogs. Than the lion or the gazelle. We refuse to acknowledge that we are not, in truth, any better than the creatures we look down upon as savage beasts. We, truly, are the most savage beast of all; through our "enlightened" way of thinking, we have become capable of the most hideous atrocities. We externalize ourselves in the form of a god, and worship that figure. Would it not make more sense to instead take that externalization into oneself and acknowledge it as a part of you? To see that, instead of being pitiful and weak and mortal, subservient to your very self; to take pleasure and revel in this realization that you are your own god. Morality is relative, create your own morals and live by them, and live to the fullest. Gods are us, take your god into yourself and become the very highest manifestation of what it means to be Human.

- Keltyn Ruddock

It's the little things 
i remember
the scents
the tastes
the warmth
of an old stove
the laughter
of our children
the touch
of your hand

~ "The Little Things" by Michael Traveler

Looking In The Past Isn't Always A Bad Thing, It Can make You Miss Who You Once Were, And Bring That Back, It Can Put You In A Good Mood :)

A Woman who Seeks

A woman who seeks,

Seeks for missing pieces,

Love,

Adrenaline,

Honesty,

Excitement,

Lust,

Someone to hold,

Someone to be held by,

Rapid heart beats,

Beauty,

Charm,

Adventure,

Knowledge,

Answers,

Smiles,

Touches,

Fun,

Natural,

Laughter

But most of all satisfaction.

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