Breathe Me To Life {Poem}

I’m faded in ways

Cue the shame

And no, drugs are not to blame

Caught up in a daze

My soul ripped from me leaving me empty

Nothing left but a void that’s screaming

But no one can hear in a vacuum 

Is it too late for a wasteland to heal?

Searching for a former glory that never was

Now all that’s left is the next hit for a temporary buzz

Now back again at square one

What to do when everything is so wrong?

Trapped in a cycle in which I will never belong 

What is the meaning in a world without soul?

Perhaps it’s in the same place where mine may be

Where love is weak and fear is stronger

Sometimes I wonder why I even bother

Perhaps I’m dead 

Trapped in the limbo inbetween 

Peering in on all the beautiful things I cannot reach

A place of stunning souls

There I could see yours shining brightest

I may not be able to reach, but I am not yet blind 

My sight reaching farther than where I’m confined

With an inhale I may tremble

An exhale I may fall weak

My legs unable to carry

Yet my arms will pull me to you

I’ll give you my labored breaths 

Perhaps they will give you what they never could give me

For in you I find my soul again

Every word and every touch pulling me back together

Even at the seams once weathered

Thinking my tears left me drained when they filled an abundant ocean instead

Thinking I crashed the seas alone when you were the wind that carried through my sails

With every caress traced a road map of every part of you I conquered

Every whispered word a verse of a song while I could not hear the music

Perhaps not all things must come to an end

For our embrace shall be imprinted into eternity 

Perhaps not all stolen is lost

You showed me the way back home as you dragged us along

In the emptiness and cold lies a flame that will one day expand

Reaching the end of a chapter we found the rest of the story.

The Devil Within

So many people see the Devil as an entity that rules the lower levels and vibrations, but what if he is someone you know? Rather than residing in a far away place perhaps he inhabits those closest to us?

When someone who is supposed to love you and protect you happens to be your worst nightmare instead, who then do you turn to? Perhaps the Devil is not a thing, but merely a sickness of the mind and soul, passed from one person to the next like a contagious disease. One can teach and isolate the dark side to a captive audience, but it is up to them to make the choice. Will they carry on the sins of those before them, or will they break the pattern?

They can try to break us, but it is up to us to choose to drink the poison or dump it and save those around us including ourselves. Some choose to lend a home to the Devil just as those before them did and because they did, but others of us choose the alternative route for the same reason. Some carry their demons to victory while some carry them to their graves. Some of us in the newer generations shall take on the sins of those before us and finally lay them to rest forever rather than passing them on to the next down the line like the rest. The cycle shall end with us. While those before us were met with the Devil and agreed to possession, we will slay him on sight. Every decision is either feeding or starving the demons within. We are all capable of actions less than noble, but the more we starve them the closer they are to fading away to their end and our freedom; our beginning.

Some will choose to flood themselves to be left as an ark for the wicked, but many of us can still choose. We can choose to dehydrate and starve the damned instead of fattening them—-to end the cycle of pain; the reign of Hell, to weaken the hold of the reins the Devil has on this world until he too cannot grasp any longer. The day we cleanse the last vessel is the day the Devil dies; the sickness. Perhaps the Devil is a lot closer than we may think, but to purge the sickness we must choose to heal before it is too late.

The Devil’s Kiss {Poem}

There has got to be more than this

All the famine; the shame

The booze, money, and fame

Every day is always the same

Playing the same old game

Reaching in the dark yet always seeming to miss

Another dollar and another soldier to maim

Another spoke in the wheel without a name

New monkeys every day to tame

Sentenced to slavery if that is whence you came

How to recover as we fall deeper into the abyss

Sealing the end with the Devil’s last kiss.

The Other Side {Poem}

We have come so far in this world

Only now so close to the next bomb being hurled

We went from horses to cars; planes and boats

From furs shielding our skin to diamonds adorning our throats

The land once so grand and serene 

The grass will no longer be green

The sky a radiant shade of blue

Paint it gray is what the nukes will do

Log cabins to pillars of glass and steel

Those in power choke-held by the Devil with a deal

At this time it is a little too late

Too many bit on the bait

Cause of death annihilated by greed and pride 

I’ll see you all on the other side.

Respect the Journey, but Don’t Fear the End

All too often I see people all around me (especially on Facebook) who are depressed and anxious about where they currently are in their lives and where they want to be.

“If only I was there then my life wouldn’t be like this.”

“If only I had done that differently then I would not have lost everything I valued.”

Guess what? You’re not there. If you were supposed to be there right this second then you would have been there. If you had been there too early you would not have gained what you have gained from going through the storm where you are first. If you had not lost everything then you would have no room for something better.

You cannot speed up a quality life. You can’t skip the scene nor enter any cheat codes—you have to get through the game first. You can skip through the tutorial, but you will have to reference it anyway otherwise you will learn the harder way instead, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The prize comes at the end of the journey, not before.

So why rush through it? Why run to your end? You won’t have anything else to work for—no more purpose. It’s over. You now have what you wanted, but now what? You’ve just ended your life, friend. You’ve taken your purpose prematurely, but you’ve also ended your journey with nothing left to pursue. Soon you will get bored while wishing for and daydreaming of a new journey to replace the one you cut short. The fun isn’t in the ending but in the game itself. Once your past becomes more exciting than your future you begin to die. That’s it. You won’t have a future but the inevitable end.

The end is nothing to fear, though. One should not be so afraid of endings that they never take the time to cherish what they have accomplished. For an end to a lifelong journey of selfless servitude (within passion, love, and reason) can mean you have fulfilled what you have come for. If someone still needs you then there is still work yet to be done. I know that there is a need for this type of blog (even if people don’t yet read it nor know it exists) as the world still has plenty of growing to do. It has been getting steered in the right direction, but it is still slow-going enough to hit worse hardship.

The day that no one comes to my work (or there is no need for work similar to it) is the day I and we will have succeeded at my and our collective mission(s). When my work is no longer needed nor required then that means the world has finally become what it was meant to be. If it is still needed by the time I have nothing more to give, then another will finish the job one day.

Sometimes the journey is the blessing, and sometimes the end is—or both. Do not rush to the end as that means you will miss out on a wild ride, but do not fear the end as you have contributed all you can and have lived a life that succeeded in something. Celebrate your battles and accomplishments. Love it all.

Exploring the Meaning of Life

The meaning of life has been debated for centuries since our brains could deliberate such concepts. Why are we here? What is right and wrong? What are we supposed to do? What’s the point? Why the hell am I here? What about my dog?

Some would say it is solely to have a good time, to have sex and make money, find your dream career, to get married and raise a family, pay taxes and slave away at a job until you die, et cetera. Everyone has some kind of idea in their head, but nobody really seems to know for sure (they will say they know for sure, but don’t listen to anyone who thinks they have guarantees because those who guarantee know the least).

Some think that there is a reason grander than us, while others believe we are nothing but a jumble of atoms and stardust that got “lucky” enough to randomly come together to evolve and create our destructive species for no reason at all. Just soulless beings here for no reason to just die and cease to exist.

There are a few questions that come to mind when we consider both points—on the one hand you have the belief that it is all random. Everything we see and experience around us is nothing more than a lucky spark of life and evolution that exploded into existence. Everything from the way humans and animals have developed to the man-made and natural that has come to exist. How can such a complicated and vast Universe be created by random? Under what conditions could this have been made possible on it’s own? How could a world like this just mindlessly and unpurposefully just come to be? Why did it evolve this way and not in a completely different way? Wouldn’t you think it could be far more than just happenstance?

Then we have the possibility of purpose. A purpose first implies that there is something or someone behind it. Who or what could this be? Some would say there is some guy in the sky while others say that it’s more of an energy rather than an entity. An energy all around us and within us. This other energy is without one particular form as it is everything instead that we all come from—God vs Source or “God” energy. But who created that then? Also, if we are referring to God then would there not be a Goddess? A feminine energy to help in baring the world as a man cannot do it alone God or not, I would imagine. Who then created the creator who created the creator of the creator? This also implies that the world is only a couple thousand years old which definitely is not the case. I don’t believe that there is a vengeful ruler, personally, but I am not here to judge anyone’s beliefs—just here to learn and speculate.

Now we have Source energy. Some would suggest that there is a source energy that has always been and always will be—that we are all-knowing souls living a human existence, and we all came from this source. We are all one, and we are each a piece of this source broken off that needs to return to the natural state of love that gets corrupted with time from birth. So then why did this “source” create us? How did it come to be? Why did it come to be this way? How does it work? Some say that perhaps we are the Universe getting to know itself—that we came here to learn. At the same time, though, we are supposed to be all-knowing beings, so why would we need to come here to learn if we supposedly already know everything there is to know? Are we not as knowledgeable as we thought? Or are we here for other reasons? Could we possibly be continuously reincarnating souls that come here to learn new things? If we are, then what are we learning?

Perhaps we evolve on a soul level, too, rather than purely evolving on the material level. Perhaps we have lost the way and have to relearn our true ways. We may all have different reasons for coming here—different purposes whether it be inspiring the masses with music or dedicating your life to end world hunger. Perhaps all of those micro purposes come together then for an even greater purpose for the macro that we all share and work towards—a world of unconditional love and peace for all. By all I really do mean all.

We cannot guarantee anything—not even ourselves, but the one thing we can count on is love. There is no other way—nothing else to work for. Love can look like many things. Whether it be a mother’s love for her child, a vocalist pouring passion into his/her music, a painter spreading love across the canvas with each stroke, it all translates into acts of love for yourself and everything within and without the Universe. Love is the reason we do things if we are a normal functioning human being. That’s why I write for this blog after all even if nobody reads it.

With all of the killing, starvation, slavery, hate, et cetera there is a clear need for more love and spiritual evolution. We are evolving too quickly materially, but we are not catching up enough spiritually. All of the suffering ailing humanity can trace back to an overabundance of material advancement in a world where people are not spiritually evolved enough to handle that without using that material “success” to harm another. We don’t need bigger bombs we need bigger hearts. More loving rather than more hating. Once we evolve our souls, hearts, and minds then we may finally overcome humanity’s myriad shortcomings.

So then I would perhaps come to the conclusion that the meaning of life is simply to love unconditionally. Do we really have to have a who or what? Does it really matter all that much here? That part only matters when you reach the end. Perhaps love is all we really need, and all we really need to know. If we needed to know right now then I would imagine we would know. If we come in knowing too much it ruins the movie—the mystery. You don’t learn shit if you come in with the preconceived idea that you already know everything. Just do all things with love and compassion for the macro and you will begin to find your way to your personal micro.

Hope in a World Lacking

Everywhere you look you find examples of negative occurrences. People inflicting harm upon one another, people lost and confused, incessant bickering about trivial matters, and on it goes.

The world feeds on this negativity. It sells and gets views. The problem is that the more we see it the more it poisons us, and the more people begin to lose hope. We internalize it and lash out to others. We love to hate others and hate ourselves. We cause harm to others and ourselves. We have lost the way.

Fear and hate have led so many astray that most of us don’t even know ourselves anymore. The demons of the past overthrow our minds and souls and eat away what we could be; eat away what good could come of our present and future.

So many feel helpless to do anything about the state of their own lives much less the state of the world. Hope slowly trickles away as we turn away from our own hearts. I myself have felt helpless in my own life. Feeling stuck and imprisoned in my own miserable existence. I’ve let my life go as many people have. I thought that this is all I was destined to have. I didn’t consider the possibility that maybe I could get up and take charge. I didn’t know what the next step was nor even how to carry out said theoretical step. Guess what? I still have no clue. All I know is I have to try something, anything. That is the only step that I know for sure can be taken. All this time of beating myself up for the failure that I had thought I had become, but I am only doing and can only do my best. I forget that I am still young. Even if I wasn’t young it would not make any difference whatsoever.

We berate ourselves for not having all the right answers right this instant. The self hatred polluting our homes and souls for not being able to be, know, and do everything that we think we should be able to be, know, and do. I can say that that has been my own source of tremendous frustration—-panicked and frantic searching for the perfect answer to make everything the way I think it should be, but I forget that if I had all the answers then I would probably have no reason to be here living this particular existence. I’m not here to know I’m here to learn. We’re not here to know everything and be perfect on the first try otherwise there would be no point to be here. There would be nothing to learn. It’s okay that you don’t know. It really is. That is why you’re here. You are here so that one day you will know what you need to know, but it will be learned by experience. Knowing won’t just come it has to be worked at.

Besides, let’s be real. Nobody learns by being told anything. That’s why people never take advice. That rebellious teen whom you have told time and time again to stop doing whatever they keep doing, or that one friend you have warned that the new guy she is seeing is a dick yet she swears he’s different. You can give people the best advice straight from the heavens, but you can guarantee they either won’t listen, or it will just motivate them to prove you wrong. They just never listen, do they? People usually only tend to learn their lesson when everything all goes downhill to the point where they cannot choose to be blind anymore. They have to fully personally experience something before they can finally learn their lesson from it. People (usually) only believe what they can see and/or can feel—what they can experience in some way with one or more of their senses.

There are no shortcuts, no cheat codes, no bribing God—nothing. We’re all here to move directly through life. We’re here for a specific reason that is tailored specifically for each one of us; something for our own reality—no one else’s. The lesson may come early or late; easier or harder. They don’t come when or because we want them to—they come when we need them to. When we are ready, it will come. I know that is an annoying and frustrating concept to have to accept, but the Universe does not run on our time. Don’t worry if the answers don’t come to you right now. They will come eventually.

Just relax and prepare yourself for what’s to come. Take the time to focus on and take care of the parts of you and your life that need some TLC that you have been neglecting. Don’t compare your journey to another’s journey because their journey is not yours. Theirs was crafted for them and only them. Be okay with where you are at, or if you’re in a tough place do what you have to do to keep your head up. Your best is good enough. Things may look bleak now, but they won’t always be. Your time will come. Maybe not today nor tomorrow, but it will come one day. Please, be patient for yourself.

Cultivate hope like it’s the last thing that will keep you going because it is. Don’t let it fall scarce. Hope is the drive that keeps us alive. Let go of the need to control every outcome. Not knowing is not a bad thing. It is a blessing. Be ready.

Savior {Poem}

Glistening gates

Paradise awaits

Instead of God stands the Fates

A single eye

My answer a wicked gleam with a side of a smile so sly

I begin to fly

Soon I realize I’m falling 

The blinding light fades to crimson as I hear a faint calling 

Soon it becomes clear to be a mocking behind wails and bawling

A small jolt overtakes me as I halt

I see around me many other souls trapped with me inside an infinitely massive vault

A voice echoes within that I am at fault

But, my dear, there is a chance

A figure appears so striking with but a glance

Approaching with such grace as to dance

How could this be?

As the light fades and my eyes can see

The savior was not He

The key to my salvation was me.

Infernal Kiss {Poem}

Words so sickly sweet on my lips as my cravings pull me in

Not realizing I’ve been poisoned

The taste satisfies for but a moment

Soon I want to claw out my stomach and wrench out my heart

A wildfire chasing the trees

Consuming as it moves from one to the next

Until it reaches you where there is no oxygen for my flame to burn

No more love to feed

The orange mass licks and reaches as it flickers and fades

The hot kisses only singeing your skin

The one thing keeping it going pouring water on it

He thought water was what I needed

A thirst that needed to be quenched

He thought I was the trees, but I was the flame burning them

He the kryptonite to my being

Snuffing me out

Until there is nothing left but my aching soul

Nothing more than a heartbeat slowly dissipating

My ecstasy became my demise

For our love was like fire and water

The light in my eyes steamed away as we got closer

Evaporating with you into the skies

What ascended you

Descended me.

Sevanna Simonette

The Pursuit of Happiness and the Cure for Pain

Everybody is always looking for happiness. Endlessly searching as if they are on a quest to finally find Bigfoot. We buy a new flatscreen, a new iPhone every year as if the “changes” are worth it or even really needed, more makeup to hide ourselves to the point of not even being us anymore, a bigger house for a small family who doesn’t need it, and on and on.

We continue buying stuff all the time, hopping from relationship to relationship to escape being alone for one second with ourselves, looking to the bottom of bottle after bottle to find the cure for the pain—-the deliriousness that we are supposed to have at every waking moment but don’t. We largely have the media and guerrilla marketing to thank for this feeling of missing out on something. We’re being sold that happiness is in the unhealthy ownership of another human being in the disguise of a relationship or the collection of another piece of garbage that was probably made in China at the hands of slave labor anyway. If all this was meant to make us happy, then why are we all not sipping piña coladas out of coconuts in Hawaii with not a single sign of stress to be found?

The pursuit of having more is not sustainable. It is no more sustainable nor healthy than fossil fuels, but that is for another article. Every person I have met who only pursued(s) material gain was not happy. They were/are all miserable.

Happiness is not some elusive cryptid that has yet to be discovered. Happiness can be found in this moment as you are reading these words. It all starts in appreciating what you have right now. Not what you will one day have, but what you have right in this moment. I know it’s an annoying concept, but it’s true nonetheless. We all feel happiest when we are grateful for everything we have and for everything we have learned. It doesn’t have to be big. It can be gratitude for a flower on the path of your stroll through nature, or that bird that swoops into your yard every morning to sing. Anything can be a blessing if you appreciate it enough.

The ailments of many people essentially begins with ingratitude for what they have. When we are feeling upset we are rejecting something—-we don’t accept something that has occurred. Alternatively, we feel happiest when we are feeling gratitude for something—we are accepting something. So, the next time you feel upset, instead of thinking about how much you hate your life and everything about it, try just taking a moment to reflect upon what gets you out of bed instead. Think of the things, lessons, and people whose presence have made your life more worthwhile, or further yet, find a way to appreciate the lesson a negative occurrence might be trying to teach you. Find a way to win either way. Don’t let loss be an option when you could be a winner no matter what happens. A valuable lesson can be found anywhere, and it won’t be easy, but a miserable state of existence does not have to be permanent. Don’t wait until it’s too late. You won’t be able to do anything when you’re on your deathbed.

One must also recognize that one is not a failure for not being deliriously happy at all times. That is nothing but an illusion. The only permanence is impermanence, and we humans were not meant to feel only happiness. We have a wide spectrum of emotions that we are meant to feel. If we were only meant to feel happiness then that would be the only emotion available to us. All of our emotions are there to be felt at one point or another. The key is balance, and one must be careful not to identify with these emotions because they are what we have not what we are. That’s why it is important to say “I feel…” Rather than “I am…”. Emotions are nothing more than reactions to the world around us. They become a problem when they take control such as in the case of depression, anxiety, anger issues, et cetera—all things that I have struggled with. Emotions are there for survival and learning. We cannot know light without darkness and vice versa. They are a tool of life rather than our identification. Your I.D. reads your name rather than your ruling emotions.

There will likely come a time when (if you live your life according to your spirit and authenticity) you will experience satisfaction with your life, and that is ultimately what everyone dreams of to some degree. What most don’t consider is the fact that once you reach that point of satisfaction that is ultimately when your life ends. That is when your contribution and life’s work has been completed. There is nothing more for you to give (besides charity and volunteer work at this point). At this stage many people will feel happiness or melancholy for not having anything else to do or feeling as if they have not done enough, but here again lies the problem of ingratitude for what they have already accomplished. Don’t rush yourself to the end. Take the time to savor life’s pleasures and even the sorrows one bite at a time rather than in one sitting because once it’s done, it is done. The day we are happy is the day our journeys have ended. Satisfaction is the last line of the last page contained within the story of your life. For one must recognize that happiness generally doesn’t exist in the world of the creator/artistry of anything, and if they have created anything while high on the drug of happiness, it is likely not beautiful enough to move a person. Inspiration comes form pain, not fortune, and that is precisely why pain is needed. Everything has a use, so please do not berate yourself for not being delusionally happy all the time. Simply create and appreciate.