Out in the desert stood a young fragile weed,
suffocating from the searing air of despair.
She thirsts for hope, for the water of life,
and patiently awaits her redemption.
Over the sky, a cloud passes near.
nature and pride has brought him to this place.
with the leverage of life he passes along,
drifting and floating nigh.
The young weed sees this noble giant
and meekly calls out his name.
Oh cloud! you are made of what i crave,
please extend your compassion to me!
"Why should i waste my gifts upon you," said the cloud,
"As if you are worthy of my remedy?"
My fruit is for the roses, who live past the mountain
And your place is out here in the sand.
And the cloud, gently swayed by the currents of guilt,
as he crested the mountainous ledge.
With the glimpse of the roses and a weed far away,
he felt the humidity of his heartbreak.
He returns to the spot of the heat and the sand,
of abandoned prayers and broken wings,
as he outstreched his arms out and supplied his truth,
he called out to the most worthy of all.
Wake up! It's me!
I have brought your salvation and joy!
But the young weed, she could not recieve his gifts,
As she lay, wilted in the sand.
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These are my thoughts. Hopefully my songs of despair will help you realize the intrinsic value in yourself. Perhaps my sonnets of emotion will have a direct impact on your current situation.
Who is GTS?
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Methods and Inspiration
GENERAL:
From time to time, I get emails from people asking about my perspective and my outlook on life. Let me say that I am not depressed or "emo" or anything like that. I am quite happy with myself, but need this outlet to "bleed" feelings into a medium.
METHOD: I do tend to keep things bottled up, and this is a valve to release the steam of life's frustrations. I achieve this by subjecting myself to emotional states; what you recieve is raw emotion. If anything, it is mood trapping and projecting at its most effective.
The downside to this method is that, like any other true empath, the energies can linger with me. Because of this phenomenon, my writings tend to be very draining. But in the end, it is worth it. I want you to feel the same pain I fell as I write.
INSPIRATION: At the end of each month, I will post what my specific inspiration was for each poem in the previous month. This is a nice way for you to understand my perspective, as well as read up on older poems and leave more comments!
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4 comments:
very beautiful.
Inspiration:
My father used to tell me old spanish tales, similar to the moral in Aesop's Fables. I remember listening in awe as we would sit in his recliner, sipping on cognac, while reciting these stories in perfect Spanish.
The most memorable "moral" that he told me was to extend compassion to those who need it, and not let my pride get in the way. Because If I ignore them, and feel guilty, it may be too late to give.
Then, after a brief pause, he said... It's like a cloud that ignores a weed for the roses.
This poem was written on the 7th anniversary of his passing.
Very nicely done, and the moral of the story is one we should all take to heart.
What great fatherly wisdom and tribute through your poetry. Beautitful.
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