INTRODUCTION

If it were your choice, would you fly or fall

From above the great clouds or into the shallow deep

To feel either the light brush of wind or the impact below?

What would you know?

That could stop the descent from high to low,

As there are no hands in reach that would catch

Such a weak, fragile, ignorant body,

Falling forever until death lays out the surface.

Yet, why wait and wither when we can wake

From this nightmare, this corruption that has taken hold

In every child’s soul, maturing into the modern man?

What is it to be imperfect, but ideal?

What is it to be at peace and happy?

The answers are not hard to see,

But difficult do many make them out to be

When within careful mind is attention the key.

Whether it is popular to be angry or blind,

Man does not know he controls his mind

Of emotions and flaws, vices and virtues;

All are in control when he is conscious.

But skeptical, it is hard to perceive

Sensations conditioned into sense

That it appears invisible to the eye unaware.

Seven lessons taught, seven lessons told

A metamorphosis of mind, we shall behold.

ENVY

“Their

Lives live like lyrics

From popular radio songs

Where the guy gets the girl,

The girl is the prom queen,

And they party the night away.

Success

Seems to seduce those who fail

Who go at such lengths to prevail,

Yet what is it in its moment

That feels so fine, taste so sweet;

What does it truly mean?

Should

I stand still, watching them gain

Again and again, repetitious,

Always comparing the scale,

Watching their side stand strong

As mine catapult into the air?

Not

Many like them know the pain

Of watching others win as I lose

In this competition of competence,

Where mine don’t measure

To their minds complete.

Bring

In the cars and the clothes

As my cries contained creep

From crevices and cracks

That I hide through sinister smiles

Conveying careless comparisons.

You

Have more, you have it all,

And in this picture, you stand tall

As I shrink down to this little form:

Invisible, unworthy, inadequate;

To you: I am worthless.

Pain

Punches the powerless,

Deepening bruises self-inflicted

From this mind that cannot mend

The idea that we are all different

And success is deemed the same.

But

I remain, sobbing still and silent,

No action neither planned nor taken,

Waiting for success to land in my palm,

Focusing too much on the artists

Instead of using such lyrics as

Motivation.”

WRATH

“Get OUT of MY way,

You insolent little brats,

Always whining and complaining

About the shit you don’t have.

Well BOO-fucking-HOO,

Do you know what I will do?

Nothing,

But SCREAM as smoke smolders

From vacant volcanoes

Full of fiery fury, feared infernos

That will BURN all who get in MY way.

What could THEY say,

Always whimsically walking

Along narrow sidewalks,

Singing their shit lyrics

And humming their shit tunes.

They approach soon,

And yet they don’t MOVE?!

There are two sides to this sidewalk,

CHOOSE ONE,

MOVE OVER,

AND GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY,

And have a “nice” day,

With sarcasm, I’d say,

Because all who are happy,

I find rather sappy,

And should honestly SHUT UP and turn away.

Why be “kind” when everyone is miserable?

What difference will it make

Except the time it will take?

We all have our paths that we tread

Leading to the moment we turn dead,

And if others on this way meet, I’d rather not instead;

Just keep walking, go ahead.

And who gives a DAMN

If they find me “unpleasant”,

“unhappy, “impatient”, and etc.?!

Let me give you a guess?

NOT ME!

Yet, always, ALWAYS, they somehow do,

To be so fucking happy to RUN INTO YOU,

Not paying attention, not a care at all,

“Sorry for that,” they will call,

But I’ll just shove them away,

I won’t let this small scene go,

Until they know,

That patience must be practiced,

But until then, GET OUT OF MY WAY!”

LUST

“What’s with the stares?

Examining from breast to waist,

Thinking: ‘Damn, that’s hot,

How about you come over tonight? ;)’

My apologies, I’m not going to be your tool

Of sexual desire, but then, let me get this right,

You’re going home to masturbate tonight?

Alone, sad, wishing that you had ME, too bad.

And no matter the trite lines or winks given

Will it persuade this woman, yet I’ll listen,

Allowing you to buy me drinks, all men

Think that they have shot, but oh no

That hand of yours is all you got.

And don’t think I’ll get drunk,

Find your puns funny,

‘I’d like to HOP your bunny‘,

Oh how clever, you’re a loser.

After a few glasses, I’m gone:

‘I’m not Pocahontas, John’,

Yet you’ll search the world

For that one, that sexy hottie,

To find her gone with her body,

And breasts so plump, hair so fair,

To reach and grab if you so dare.

Why are people so physical-focused,

On the shape, on the curves, on the body,

Unable to perceive the point of passion.

There is more to the body, what of the soul,

The character, the dreams, the mind

Of this ‘woman’ that to your eyes are blind,

To busy bound to these big breasts to see, that one day

This girl will take your offer; take your drinks and money,

Come back to your shitty apartment, touch tongue to tongue, body to body,

Heated in fiery passion; you expect to gain entrance into intimate bliss, but what you don’t know,

Is that distracted by what you wanted to see instead of looking underneath this deceiving surface

Lies similarities between the two of us that make this exciting exchange so awfully awkward,

But you told me you were open-minded, compassionate, and great in bed;

I guess those were all lies now, right? Just to please that head?

To light the flame, but then put it out, what remains in the ash?

Your wallet’s empty in exchange to use this body you did ask,

So no time to waste, if only you paid close attention,

You could’ve seen this secret that I forgot to mention.

But another sexual addict cured or scarred

In this relentless, continuous lesson learned

That we must be alert to fake desire earned.

And maybe it’s wise to look up (or down)

From those ‘perky poppers’, and see the truth

Before preparing to lust in fantasy so false.”

GREED

Dust settles on stones,

Turned and burned to gain

The gems grabbed in greed.

Then again, held in hand,

Hot from the heat of another…

What

Is really obtained in this pursuit

For provisions, power, and pride,

Where “my mountain is bigger”

Beats “can we climb it together”;

One falls, the other wins.

Did

You intend to leave a man,

Homeless and deprived,

Leaving outside a foreclosure sign

In such despicable design

To claim “what is mine”?

You

Fought and kicked down

Enemies, spitting at the body

To establish what once envied

Now become reality through

Knuckles bruised, faces red.

Gain

All that you want

Despite the taunted

That will haunt those who fell

To the ground underneath

Your powerful foot.

In

Less stressful childhood times,

Remember sitting during lunch

With a pack of gummy bears,

Sorting out shapes and colors,

Asking, “Would you like another?”

The

Selfishness has grown greatly

Through each passing year

That makes it sad to hear

That with this newfound greed:

Is selflessness near its

End?