Recházame

Está correcto. ¡Recházame!

 

Today, or rather simply moments ago I wrote a poem and added it to my Time collection poem “VI”. And it was inspired by la canción “Recházame”por Prince Royce, but other than an amazing song and poem, it has led me to realize something about those that we have at one point in our lives been enamored with and that realization is what I now forsee the theme of Time to be. My previous collection Brevity was all about the ills of a forbidden love but I now understand something that will alter the perspective of my poetry, life, and hopefully yours to some extent as well.Perhaps to the extreme it is seeing as nobody really and truly wishes to be rechazado, pero it can be relieving to know how much freedom can come with the feeling.

 

Everyone at some point along this topsy turvey roller coaster we call life has cried, and most of us never like crying, because the majority of the time it’s for bad reasons, but I may be weird for saying this but I feel that crying is the only way to truly cleanse your soul. Now, as you are sitting as you currently are, stop, and think about all of the reasons you have cried. Good, bad or in between. And then think about all the times you smiled. Isn’t it so much easier to remeber the times you cried than smiled? That’s conjectured to be becuase wa as humans are triggered to remeber pain easier and to be doubtful than to remember joy and be hopeful. It’s quite paradoxical, but I believe it to be true. So perhaps if the world view of crying becomes less negative perhaps it really will evolve into that true and thorough cleansing that every individual needs.

Yet, the aforementioned was simply a brief dissertation of my recent self-discovery. Love. Everyone wants love, to love, to be loved, but do we really need love? Some suppose that it IS a necessity, and others don’t, but love I now am starting to believe is more of a convience and encourager than an absolute bonafide necesity. Don’t confuse that love is now on the bottom of the totem pole of ones life journey, but perhaps it shouldn’t dictate your life. So in that sense in the bubble of being completely infatuated with some guy or girl, and letting that keep you up at night, then maybe you need to be rechazado in order to save yourself from your own love.

It’s hard to understand love and it’s hard to give it, but so easy to receive it. Love my fellow lovers is of dual nature. Perhaps a hellish fiend and a holy angel. Perhaps a tainted vile, or a glistening antidote. So, I encourage you to make you a cup of cofee or scotch or whatever the heck you like and sit down with a legal pad a pen, and recházate. Start writing all those things and deamons you want to release, and cry to wash them away. But as you do so, feel not powerless, but empowered! This is something most are afraid to do which is face their enenmies and fear, but the biggest enemy and fear that I have noted that we all have is ourselves. You perhaps are your own worst nemesis.

So what really resides with the message of this in some close relation to the above, are the three things below=]

And one more thing, ¡Recházate !

Rechazame

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The Serenity Series, Letter 2: Love Is

Love, the question of all man’s existence: the indescribable thing that no one knows what it is. Why does one love? How does one love? If there is in this modern-day crisis such a thing, what the hell is it? Can it be found if sought out by the best of excursions? Can it be unearthed by a woman’s affection? Or is it a feeling of a moment that is result of a benevolent deed?

In all these things it is unknown to any man unknown to any woman; unfelt by any human and unfathomable by any mind. It cannot be labeled for it is not a thing [although every connotation of reference defines it as such] that is tangible or perceptible. Nothing upon this given  earth is accurately analyzed so therefore how is it even quite possible to apply ones inhibitions to something that cannot even be identified, classified, or neatly distributed? There are many philosophies and cynicisms to arrive in the ballpark of what this “existence” is. There are ideas that state that love is a feeling that comes by the affection of others. There are philosophies that relate love to the inhibitions of the God-given soul, and even spew that love doesn’t even exist –the thoughts that of a cynic­–however, nobody has yet to be able to answer the questions “Why” and “how” genuinely without referring to it as some sort of reaction to human libido. Those references demonstrate shallow thought and are more describing sexual attraction than that of a “pure love” that may or may not(yet according to them, does) exist.

Now as seen from all religious aspects and the zany idea of billion upon billions of people that populate the planet Earth, love, exist whether we as stubborn individuals like to accept it or not. It is something, rather tangible or not. It is something rather visible or not. It is something and what exactly is that something?

Love, is nothing that is tangible, it is none of these things yet it is all of these things. It is nothing. It is something. It exists to that exists it is unsearchable, unfathomable, indescribable. Love…love…love exist from no man. Love exists from no woman. God is Love, and love is given not taken, not abused. Love is not a kiss in the rain. Love is not a word to name ones feelings. Love is forgiving after he/she has hurt you over and over and you do not know why. Love is accepting the pain and torture you receive. Love is keeping that person in your thought ever hour upon minute upon second of each day. Love is not saying it, love is not doing, not feeling. Love is ‘loving’. It is nothing that can be described as “something”. It is something that is obtained by nothing. Love is no one but God, but love is given to us as a precious gift in which we as a whole afflict. So I tell you the truth, do not feel, do not lie. Do not search; do not abide by the creed which is mandated by your accustomed mind. Love as love is planted in your heart, do not force it; do not wonder. It will come to you if you take a gamble, and believe in love’s purity and wholesomeness.

Love is a binding death in the abyss of ever. Never to be lost, never to be scorned, never to be forgotten, but always…”is”.

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Forgiveness

I’m sorry, excuse me, perdon, pardon me, disculpe, …please just forgive me. No matter how you say it, it all means the same thing. Often times we do things that we regret and more often times we know we are going to regret things and for some odd reason we still do them! And knowing this, we always at least hope that by saying “I’m sorry” things will automatically be A-okay again, because we expect to be forgiven for anything that we do but when it comes around to forgiving others, it becomes some sort of challenge and, or ultimatum.

Forgiveness is important in all aspects of life, but in relationships it is one of the top things that is needed for a healthy and long-lasting bliss. Quote, I once said “when you’re really in love, you’ll forgive that person you love no matter what they do to you” time and time again. You’ll try to be angry at them and not forgive them. For me, forgiveness is easier for me than for most people, but for the majority of people, forgiveness comes as a heavy task to deal with.

There are four types of forgiveness that rest among the population: 1) ‘Forgive’ but not forget 2) People who don’t Forgive 3) Those who truly forgive and try to look past prior faults and 4) those who WANT to forgive. Now, guess which one is the most rare? Yes, probably type 3.

I’m sure that you have heard someone say at one time or another that they forgive but not forget. But in reality isn’t that just as bad as just not forgiving in the first place? I think so. If you forgive and consciously are retaining the faults in which others have made you are naturally inclined to hold that against that person. So naturally no, 100% forgiveness is very, very uncommon, and at times naturally isn’t the best thing always either, but in general socializing and loving relationships, there is a different degree of sentiment and values and therefore the situation of trust and forgiveness should naturally differ.

This brings me to my next point, those who WANT to forgive. There are many people who justly want to forgive their debtors however, they find it socially taboo to do so. For example, if you’re boyfriend (or girlfriend) cheats on you, socially that’s something that is “unforgivable”. Regardless of how much you love them– remember, the assumption that love always forgives– it can be hard to forgive an action such as that (or at least to admit it) when as previously stated, it is socially taboo to do that.

Socially taboo or not, love, forgiveness, trust, and discerning all go hand in hand when it comes to relationships, and if you seek to embark on passionate scape. Forgiveness is hard in life, but not in love. If the feeling to forgive should ever arise, trust that feeling. Listen to it. It will be one of the most important things that you might ever do.

 

A Poem Again

Last poem I have about Sampson, maybe not my last one but this one is la fin of being the old-me and moving on slowly, and just being honest to be real.

Not a poem, not a ring

Not a cost, nor a thing

May profess my love for you.

Not a song—

It’s not a game—

Nor a lyric shall be sang

For  nothing speaks ‘I love you’

Than what three words from voice can do—

I loved you well,

I love  you still,

A hallowed hall shall forever be a place for you.

There, in my heart is this place

A special home of yours

An abode, held near and close to my soul

Not time, not distance

Not height, nor depth

Ever’ll sep’rate you from me

Yet in theory you shall be gone—

In my heart still are you strong!

Your mem’ry and eyes stay absolute

Never earth, nor air

Never love, or care

Never hate, or pardon

Lies, nor truth…

Never a poem nor a song….

Never height nor depth

Never distance, near or far

Forever nothing to steal you from my heart

 

Silver Bracelet

Now THIS is my favorite poem. Yet again it is about Sampson and this holds in 4 stanzas not my entire emotions but it’s pretty damn close to how I felt–or rather feel– about him. Trust me you’ll love it.

From the very first time that you I saw—

From your glor’ous eyes and blessed arms—

Have I been in love with you

A holiness about your smile

And an innocence in your heart;

I have ever so longed to dwell in companion

To the guiltless nature born you within.

Years have gone and days to follow

Yea have I spoken a lovely word

From afar I have you admired,

And from off have I cried this solemn tear.

Strong have I failed to stay;

To weakness and its depths have I fallen!

But know it do I, I am still in love with you

A token of my heart I did give to you

A silver piece from me to you

Does it glimmer as do your pure, sweet eyes

Its gleam to make my heart beat free—

Yet of this trinket wrapped still ‘round your wrist

I can only feel there is still a chance;

A chance that I can still love you

Tears have I fought

Lies have I silently told!

Days and years from me have fled!

Life of mine it wanes

Near’r my death arise

Aye, be there still that silver bracelet

With your name embossed forever there …

And my heartbeat in its core…

Whispering my zealous love for you…

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