If Only He Could See

It stayed so still.

The butterfly;

Its wings a piercing beautiful orange and black.

The color of the sun and the night.

Tenderly it fought.

Beating his wings frightfully.

It could not fly.

Feeling defeated it cried.

All the butterfly could see,

A flower in the distant it felt it could never reach.

If only the butterfly would have looked down,

He would see the colors of the flowers,

Already underneath his wings.

This flower, giving him a pillow to rest,

To bring him at his best.

If only he could see underneath his wings,

The joy it would bring.

The power and touch it would give his wings.

If only he could see.

An Apple

I was once on the top of the tree,

Shining,

Glowing,

My color vibrating.   – Awe. -

At one point the wind was shaking,

Blowing.

At first I just shivered,

Quivered.

The wind blew harder and still I managed to hold on tighter.

It was then that my skin shriveled.

My color slightly diminished.

I feared because I had never felt so cold.

An then it rained, it poured.

My, I could no longer hold.

I felt so alone.

I dropped, I hit the ground.

And there was nobody to be found.

I was no longer the apple on top.

I was at the bottom feeling there was no way out.

Time passed, I could not breathe.

Who was I?

I lost my roots, my leaves, all felt so incomplete.

I continued to sit on the ground and weep.

Time passed and a worm came inside of me.

Infecting me.

This disease.

Pieces of me were now missing.

The worm would not leave.

He was eating at my being.

Finally, right when I believed he was at the core.

When I could take no more.

When I had nothing left.

When too much rain had made me dry.

When my skin no longer shined.

When weakness ached my all.

The worm crawled away and the core of me could finally see!

THERE..THERE..IT WAS A SEED!

A TINY PIECE OF ME!

The seed would fall,

It was my call.

The seed would plant into the ground.

MY SOUL WAS FOUND!

It was then I knew,

It was true,

I was reborn!

I was free.

And soon again, I will be, the apple on the top of the tree!

I HAVE AN ISSUE:

I have an issue it is the presence of a life that I feel is being wasted. The system has created rules and regulations to guide us to complete conformity. The system manipulates us to join, to be one of them. It threatens that if you do not follow you will be left behind, trash. The system pushes this planed out life. IT SCREAMS! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY OUT! It lectures, it whispers…go to school… get a job. FOLLOW! FOLLOW! So for days, months, and years we sit there dazed in our chairs, listening to one who has “successfully” completed the stages of the system. We write what they tell us; we read what they think or what is considered to be “cultivating literary work.” We learn what they want us to learn. All of these restrictions, what classes to take, what to look at, the time to wake, the right way to take notes, nothing must be ignored. RULES.RULES. RULES; JUST MORE RESTRICTIONS AND REGULATIONS.

            Eventually when we realize that we have lost all of our freedom and that our creativity is lost, that we no longer know how to get through a day without one telling us what to do. By conforming we have forgotten the outside world, the part of the earth that cannot be explained with rules and guidelines in order to pass. The world is not an A. Nothing is that concrete. These people have lost all sense of life experience. They hide and forget to feel because all they have worried about is RULE RULES RULE JUST MORE REGULATIONS. But the world is not this.

            We are rotting away in our chairs when the sun shines. We are dismissing free thought when we are told what to write. When will they ask us to be honest? When will they ask us to write about our most intense emotions? How we see the world? How we want it to change? How we would like to change ourselves?

            By following all of these rules we are pushing away every aspect about what makes us- us. What are the unique qualities of our existence? By obtaining an education in the manner that we have taken it, we are losing ourselves.

            Although I believe education to be beautiful, to be an extraordinary capability that expands our minds to sheer incredibility. It is necessary to store the ideas of others, to learn the ranges of literature, the calculations of math, the ideas of philosophy, the mysteries of science. All of this is necessary.

            But the pressure, the way it is done, the RULES, RULES AND RULES makes the beauty of learning ugly and gray. It is though standard education that we lose the core of how all that is taught was created. We forget where passion emerges from, friendships, love and excitement, the aspects of life that cannot be a routine, which cannot be built into a dichotomy of A, B, C, and D.

            Rules do not create genius. Rules and standards create a restriction of boring nothingness. It creates millions of people to conduce the same ideas, to analyze the arts. The thrust or push to create is lost because creativity is not written with rules. Rules bring nothing but a paper of expectations and lies. The person is no longer honest. Honesty while observing the world is the spark of creativity.

            It is this creativity, this passion that will cause an evolution of thoughts. However, it seems that the current condition of the world, the apathetic nature of a rotating earth demonstrates the loss of the explosion of creativity that the planet once possessed. The need for change is so present but nobody seems to be able to reach for a solution. We all watch in silence, in denial, or in disgust, but WE ALL DO NOTHING.

            Why are we brought to nothingness? –Because the answers to change is not created by RULES RULES RULES AND REGULATION. This was their trick, the system created this plan in order to burn us into silence, to make us powerless. They have created this; they were creative, so creative that they take away our own spark of creativity.