The measure of value today is defined in many ways. Some use the
measure of money, power, or even physical appearance. On the shallow side of
things. The good looking and most attractive, receive the most leniency.
Economically, the one with the most zeros and commas is the biggest fish. Also,
the one who has the most influence and control is considered the “top shelf”,
if you will. However, the evidence of true value is measured in departure, over
the essence of presence. For instance. You don't know how devastating a
hurricane, until you see the carnage it left behind. You don't know how important
someone is to a team, until they leave. The old adage of, "you don't know
what you have until it's gone.” We see it in business. We see it
relationships. The applause is great when the performer reaches the stage at
the beginning. But true measure of appreciation is most evident in the ovation
given at the end. The importance of leaving a mark, cannot be stressed enough.
The effect that one may have on the many, can be astronomical. The fact
remains. What you are and bring, is significant. But what you leave behind, is
evident.
Wednesday, February 1, 2017
Poetry (You Call Me)
You call Me Master, but choose not to obey,
Read My words, but ignore what I say,
You call Me the truth, but choose not to speak Me,
Only in peril, do you decide to seek Me
You call Me the Way, but will not let Me lead you,
And rather hunger, than allow Me to feed you,
You call Me the Light, but choose not to see Me,
Until it is dark, you feel you do not need Me,
You call Me Life, but choose not to live Me,
And make your own interpretations, on what credit to give Me,
You call Me wise, but choose not to listen,
The number is countless, on the messages you are missing,
You call Me gracious, but choose not to trust Me,
And ignore the signs, of what the obvious must be,
You call Me mighty, but choose not to fear Me,
You take My name in vain, and do it sincerely,
You call Me noble, but choose not to serve Me,
And often prove, you do not deserve Me,
You call Me just, but openly shame Me,
So if I condemn, how can you blame Me?
Make no mistake, I am above you,
But despite all this truth, I still love you.
Eric D.
Monday, January 2, 2017
Poetry (Sometimes)
Sometimes
Sit
and wonder what life’s about. Sometimes.
Get
so angry just want to shout. Sometimes.
The
pursuit of happiness is a strange route. Sometimes.
Try
to believe, but have doubt. Sometimes.
Tired
of being the bigger person. Sometimes.
Prefer
solitude over conversing. Sometimes.
The
mind is known to play tricks. Sometimes.
Words
hurt more than stones and sticks. Sometimes.
The
past is hard to let go. Sometimes.
Can’t
stand being last to know. Sometimes.
The
lie sounds better than the truth. Sometimes
It’s
just not enough to have proof. Sometimes.
Simply just don’t have the nerve. Sometimes.
Get exactly what you deserve. Sometimes.
Have
to get it off the chest. Sometimes.
It’s
not enough just to do your best. Sometimes.
One
makes a pair. Sometimes.
The
pain is too much to bear. Sometimes.
Life
just simply isn’t fair. Sometimes.
Truth
be told, don’t really care. Sometimes.
Act
before you think. Sometimes.
It
can all happen in a blink. Sometimes.
Even
darkness blinds the hallways. Sometimes
But
sometimes, sometimes feels like an always.
Eric D.
Eric D.
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
Knowledge Drop (Embrace)
Who are you? It is
the rare question that is both, universal and personal. So naturally, the
answer is going to be subjective. The definition is yours to determine. One of
the biggest problems some face, is when they cannot answer it at all. And those
that cannot answer it, find themselves being led by a nature that really isn't
their own. Simply just not comfortable. Some change their voices, just to speak
to certain people. Some pretend they know about things, they really don't care
for. Some lie on their age, weight, accomplishments, or feel guilty about
certain interests they have. Depression and anxiety, are among the various
traits that contribute to a person's uneasiness when they know not who they
are. The only cure of such feelings is to embrace, you. Embrace your corks.
Your deficiencies. Never be ashamed of your strengths. Work on, but don't back
down from others noticing your weaknesses. Embrace your uniqueness. Once you
embrace what, you are not.
Only then will you realize exactly, who you are. Then suddenly, that skin
feels mighty comfortable.
Eric D.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Poetry (A Message From...)
As you grow in this world,
Young boy or girl,
This is your oyster or pearl,
The ride is rough
You'll have days and nights
Love and spite,
Wrong and rights,
The ride is rough,
They'll be truth and lies
Darkened skies,
Light for the blind,
The ride is rough
Times of despair,
Hateful glares,
Those to be aware,
The ride is rough
They'll be moments of joy,
Wins and Loss,
Nothing without a cost,
The ride is rough,
You'll have to give your all,
Answer the call,
Fear not, to fall,
The ride is rough
Stay warm when it's cold,
Stay cool when it's hot,
Like it or not,
The ride is rough
Difficulties will mound,
Like wax on a candle,
But it's nothing you can't handle,
The ride is rough
Monday, December 19, 2016
Poetry (Cry)
Cry
Cry
for me young,
Cry
for me old,
Cry
for me timid,
Cry
for me bold,
Cry
for me weak,
Cry
for me strong,
Cry
for me night,
Cry
for me dawn,
Cry
for me dry
Cry
for me rain
Cry
for me healthy
Cry
for me pain
Cry
for me memory,
Cry
for me sorrow,
Cry
for me today,
Cry
for me tomorrow,
Cry
for me joyous,
Cry
for me sad
Cry for me mom,
Cry for me dad,
Cry
for me taste,
Cry
for me flavor,
Cry
for me family,
Cry
for me neighbor,
Cry
out with meaning,
In
all that you see,
I
cry for these things,
As
they cry for me.
Eric D.
Eric D.
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Knowledge Drop (The Moment)
What makes a bad
day? It is an interesting and general question. Many options can be thrown out,
as to what a bad day is. But in actuality, a bad day is an accumulation of bad moments.
No one wants to give credit to the saying of "live in the moment",
when it's something that isn't beneficial. With that said. It is the moment, or
the accumulation of, that makes a day bad. A good day can take a terrible turn,
with a detrimental occurrence. Conversely, a much needed win can change the
whole tide. It is the moment that counts. Approaching life as a stream of
linear moments, gives perspective on how to approach it. Break the stream of
bad moments with a good one. Sometimes helping someone, can fill the desire of
feeling needed, important or relevant. Laughter. Seeking a kind work. A relate-able
source for a sounding board. All are examples to a vast array of options to
break a stream. But the general principle of breaking the moment of negative
streams. Or, form a stream a positive moments, for a fantastic day. The moment
to moment approach is but one way to rationalize, adjust, regroup and prosper
in this conundrum called life.
Eric D.
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