The Doors Of Opportunity

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

Mother Teresa

The doors of opportunity will continue to open
and close

So be ready to walk through them
when the doors of opportunity open

And don’t be sad or mad
when the doors shut you out
of the opportunity of a lifetime

For as soon as one door closes
another is sure to open.

Just be glad
the doors of opportunity will continue to open

And steady yourself so you’ll be ready to go
when the doors of opportunity open
to let you through.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

A letter to you, from me

Hi there, stranger–because you do not know, me, even though you are, me, and I am you–I trust you are not in danger.

And hope that you are well, I just wanted to tell, you that hell, is always knocking, at your door, but that heaven is always in your reach. You just have to stretch, your heart, and your mind, to their limitless potential.

I know you don’t know me–for you have never met me, you and I are strangers, even though I am you, and you are me–so you must be wondering who I am, to tell you that heaven is always within, your reach and that hell is constantly knocking on your door?

I am no spiritual sage, if my age of just twenty-three years doesn’t tell you that, then let me tell you I am simply a student, of life, who likes to learn, and live, life to the best of his ability.

I am not a success sensei, in fact, I’m studying at the local university in the city, but I’m not paying for my own tuition fee. I haven’t written any books, on self-development, nor have I any degrees.

I am not a philosopher, you will definitely find many flaws, in my reasoning and thinking.

I am only twenty-three years young, and counting, to my tomb I don’t know, when the clock will stop ticking. But as long as I am breathing, I try to live life to the best of my ability, but like every ordinary person I am not perfect, I have made many, many, many mistakes, and I am sure the numbers will keep increasing, but as long as the number of my learning is not decreasing, I am happy, to make as many, many, many mistakes, as it takes, to gain mastery, of this thing we call reality. 

Since I am no spiritual sage, success sensei, or philosopher, I’m just a stranger–even though you are me, and I am you–so you have no reason to believe my words.

It’s entirely up to you, to choose whether you will learn from the mistakes of a simple guy, who is lucky enough to have discovered his passion for poetry and language, and his love, for humanity, and all the beauty life has to offer.

A guy who loves you–for you are me, and I am you–and whose dream it is that you are living in a state of bliss which can never be dismissed.

A guy, who has been blessed with a brilliant mind and has learned, he is, a spiritual being, experiencing reality in human form.

I haven’t always been like this.

In fact there was a time not so long ago when I refused to learn the lessons life was teaching me.

A time of suffering, when my mind and my heart where in disharmony.

I like me better right now–and I’m sure you do too, because you are me, and I am you–so I am extremely grateful, for the many, many mistakes I’ve made, for they have led me to an appreciation for this gift, of life, presented to me, every single day, by the Most High.

I have aligned myself with the Gods, and the destiny they set in prophecy for me: to create my dreams, and to stare my nightmares in the face, and dare them to do their worst.

Perhaps I’ve read way too many books?

Mayhaps I’ve smoked way too many Marijuana joints?
Perhaps I’m just too high off life?
Maybe? My habits are getting the better of me?
Perhaps? I’m just deluding myself?

You have no reason to believe me. But I’ll tell you anyways–If you don’t already know–that you too have a magnetic mind that is geared towards attracting abundance and all that’s good for you, and repeling resistance and everything that is bad for you.

Unfortunately, we live in a society that does everything it can, to control our minds, and to use it to attract huge profits for itself.

The society we’ve been bred in has programmed us to act in a reactive manner,
Always focusing on repelling perceived nightmares, it has taken away our power to be proactive in attracting our dreams.

The good thing, however, is that you, my dear, stranger–even though I am you, and you are me–have, at any moment in time, the choice to take back your power of magnetism towards optimism.

If you are still with me, thank you for sticking by. I know this is an unusually long letter, I never intended it to be so. But I’ll go with the flow–because I believe God is speaking to you, through me, right now–
and he wants you to know that your heart will show you the way to heaven, and your mind will help make, the way that gets you here.

You just have to–like a poet–make the desires of your mind rhyme with the feelings of your heart.

I know, by experience it’s not easy to listen to your heart, nor to command your mind, for we live in a world filled with so much noise that it’s hard to hear the voice of God speaking, to you.

Yes, it’s not easy tuning into the intuitive powers of your heart, and the creative power of your mind. But know, this is a good thing, for it will be more fulfilling, once you have learned, to master the power God has trusted you with.

I’m sure you know that with great power comes great responsibility, so don’t be scared of your duty, to create your ideal reality.

This is indeed an unusually long letter, but rest assured it is about to come to an end.

But before I conclude I wanted to impress upon you the message that even though hell is constantly trying to knock down the door of your well-being, heaven, the haven of happiness is always within, your reach. No, you don’t have to die, a saint. You just have to reach out, and grab it by the balls.

All you have to do is follow the passions of your heart, the things which inspire you to make art; and to use your mind to find the resources which will help you on your journey towards reaching heaven.

In befriending your mind and heart, be not scared to make mistakes, for your success is not at stake. It was already written in the stars.

Just be brave, in facing life’s lessons, with the confidence that you will learn, and eventually graduate as cum laude from the suffering of hell.

In conclusion, this is not a get rich quick potion, nor is it an easy solution to the situation you find yourself in.

It is not an attempt to teach any moral lessons or brag about the fact that I have found heaven, because hell is always knocking at my door.

Instead, it is a symbol of my love for you–because you are me, and I am you–in which I try to inspire that fire within you, to burn, with a desire which will make you aspire to reach, ever higher, and higher for your goals.

This is simply my way of telling you that you don’t have to be a spiritual guru from India to reap the benefits of being in heaven.

In fact, the Gods have already blessed you with the power, to reach out and grab heaven by the balls. For you are needed here.

Yours in love and kindness
Lazarus

I am a tree

You can’t always be happy. But you can cultivate a state of perpetual well-being.

Lazarus Shatipamba

I am a tree
so best believe
of my fears I am free
to grow
and to reach for the stars
that glow
up high in the sky.

I am a tree
so best believe
growing brings me glee.

My roots are all grounded
in positivity
so the nutrients I take in
are geared towards nourishing
my state of well-being.

I am a tree
so best believe
I like to shed negativity
so that I don’t fall
into a state of melancholy.

I am a tree
so best believe
I shade those around me
with my positive attitude
and I share with them
the fruits of my gratitude.

Always reaching
towards the light
so you must best believe
that I seek to reach the heights
of my fullest potential
for I am tree
and growing brings me glee.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Hello beautiful people. Delighted you read my post today. I don’t have much to say, except to ask that you hit me with some constructive criticism or perhaps you can praise the poem to raise my mood in the comment section.

Either way, I’ll be glad to hear what you have to say.

Anyways, thank you for visiting a pensive poets blog. Have yourself a truly tremendous Tuesday (hopefully you already tuesd to be happy).

Happiness | a Metaphor

Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into visible.

Tony Robbins

Hi there friends! Glad to see you here. Hopefully the Monday blues haven’t had a clue how to sink their teeth into you.

As you’ve seen by the title today’s poem is a short metaphor that will hopefully open the door for you to enter into a state of mind where your perceptual parameters have been expanded.

If so, then feel free to let me know what your views on the poem are in the comment section. I’ll be more than happy to hear–or read–what you have to say.

So without further delay, here’s your poem for today…

Happiness
is heaven in the mind.
A haven
where you will find your thirst
for bliss quenched
and your hunger for joy
has been filled.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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You are in control

Your mental and physical health come first. Everything else is secondary.

Zat Rana

Hello there friends.

It’s been a minute since I last updated my blog.

Perhaps you’ve been wondering if something is amiss?

Rest assured everything is just the way it’s supposed to be. I can’t complain about anything. My recent period of inactivity was just down to me taking a few days off to refocus my energies.

But I’m back now and we can resume our adventures through my imagination together. I’m glad you’ve been checking in even though I haven’t been doing so. You deserve an entry in my Gratitude Journal for you love and support.

Today’s poem is one I don’t want to foreshadow with a preview. I’d much rather you read it and give me your views about it in the comment section below.

I know that sometimes your emotions will get the better of you.

That anger may run away with you and win the race of emotional stability
And that sadness will surely lull you into feeling blue.

I know that jealousy can certainly cloud your vision of reality
And fear will definitely paralyze your thoughts, so you can’t think clear.

I know lust may lure you into the bedroom of doom and gloom
And that although bliss may make you feel as though nothing is amiss
Your anxiety will eventually come along to dismiss your bliss.

When this happens, do not pull your hair in despair
Instead know that you have the intellect to dare
To control your emotions so that they never
Ever get the better of you no matter what.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Thank you once again for checking in on me, and for reading a pensive poets piece. I wish you all the best.

Time is precious

Pain makes you stronger. Fear makes you braver.

Retrieved from the Motivation app

Hi there! Thanks for checking in today. I’m glad you’re here.

It’s been a while since I’ve written a villanelle. I’m a bit out of practice with the form but I hope you enjoy reading it.

I would rather have a million seconds to spend
Then to have a million dollars to waste.
Because time is precious, and it you can’t lend.

You can still borrow money from a friend
But no one will give you their time in haste
So I’d rather have a million seconds to spend.

‘Every second in my day I’ll defend’
This statement in my head I will paste
Because time is precious, for it you can’t lend.

The loss of any time I cannot afford
Because I’ve got dreams that need to flight take.
So I’d rather have a million seconds to spend.

Even with all the money in the world
When dead, one can’t buy the time to good food taste
‘Cause time is priceless, for it you can’t lend.

Given a choice between more time or more gold
It will take me only a few seconds to decide
That I’d rather have a million seconds to spend
Because time is precious, and it you can’t lend.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Life is like the weather

Learn to weather all the seasons of your life. If you’re happy be grateful; if you’re not be thankful it will not last forever.

Lazarus Shatipamba

Life is like the weather

Sometimes its summer
and the sun shines its light
and all things radiate their warmth.

But life is like the weather
and so autumn will definitely fall
upon us. Trees will start to shed their leaves
and temperatures will begin to drop
because life is so like the weather.

So autumn eventually shifts to winter
when its so bitter cold outside
that you don’t even want to wake and get up
out of bed to face the day.

But thank goodness
life is like the weather
and that no matter how bitter the winter
may be there will forever follow a spring
in which joy will bloom like a flower in our hearts.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Good day guys, I hope you’re all having as good a day as I’m having. Hopefully the Monday blues have not sunk their teeth into you.

Today’s poem owes it’s inception from a post I read on Sobia’s blog (https://sobiajamshed.wordpress.com/2014/11/10/nature-is-the-best-teacher/). I only just recently started following her blog, but so far I found it nothing but inspiring.

Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me

A Cold, Cold World

Do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are.

Harold S. Kushner

I know
that it’s a cold, cold world out here.
That even with a jacket on
you may find yourself freezing
shivering cause it’s a cold, cold world.
But I ask, that you be bold
enough to share the warmth of your light
with those who are shivering
and freezing in this cold, cold world.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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The Blogosphere | A Place

Be patient, if something is supposed to happen, it’s going to happen.

Chiara Ferragni

It’s a world on its own
In time
I’ve come to call it my home
For not only
Is it the place where my heart is
It’s also where my craft is

It’s a place
to unleash my creativity
A place to hone my craft
A place to meet and greet
And get to know people that will show
You how to wow at the wonder of life.

It’s a place to get inspired
It is my favorite place

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Love You Forever

Success does not consist in never making mistakes but in never making the same one a second time.

George Bernard Shaw

I will
love you, forever

I will, never
stop loving you

Even when your physical beauty
begins to fade with time
and it becomes nothing but a memory of yesterday
I will endeavor to make rhyme
my actions with my words.

And so
I will, never
ever
stop loving you

For I made a vow
that I will
love you forever.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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I’m in love, again

Believe in yourself, push your limits, and do whatever it takes to conquer your goals.

Retrieved from The Motivation app

I’m in love, again
after so many years
I’m in love again
with you, so I shed tears
of joy, cause I’m in love, again.

It’s been a while
but I’m in love again
although I risk much pain
by being in love again
I will smile a big smile
for I am in love again
with you.

With you I am in love
and although I risk much pain
I know there is much to gain
from being in love again.

So I smile a big smile
for after so many years
it’s good to know my heart
has not forsaken it’s art.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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The Universe

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

Jim Ryun

The universe
is like a giant classroom
and you are but a learner
with circumstance as your teacher
and everyone else your classmate.
Even though not all of us are good academics
we should never despair
for so long as we work together
to solve our problems
the sooner we will learn
to live, our lives
to the best of our abilities.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Life Is Not Easy

Good things come to people who wait, but better things come to those who go out and get them.

Anonymous

No one ever said ”life will be easy”
So when the going gets rough
Just remember that life is not easy
And be thankful you have a life.

When the going gets tough, just remember
No one ever said ”life will be easy”
So find a way to hang in there
For so long as you persevere
Your salvation will be near.

No one ever said ”life will be easy”
So don’t expect it to be a stroll in your hood.
Although it is hard, just know it’s good
For you that life is not easy.

It being challenging makes you stronger
So when life gets hard just remember
That life is not easy and strive to be better
For so long as you persevere, your salvation is near.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

The Path of Most Resistance

When you say yes to something unimportant, you say no to something important.

Robin Sharma

I know the path of least resistance is very easy to follow
Because challenges and tough times are never easy to swallow.
But I implore you to follow the path of most resistance
Because although the difficult road means you are never at rest
It is the one that will guarantee you perform at your brilliant best.

I know the path of least resistance is very easy to follow
That it is better to experience happiness, rather then sorrow
But if becoming better matters to you, then do be sure
To take the distance that will offer you the most resistance
As surely, it will improve your level of persistence.

I know the path of most resistance is never easy to follow
Because the path of least resistance is way too easy to swallow.
But if you ever want to be the best when faced by a test
The be sure to embrace the path that offers the most resistance
For it will to your inner power bring you into existence.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Hi guys. Today’s poem was inspired by chapter 20 in Robin Sharma’s bestseller, The Greatness Guide. I’ve been taking it a chapter a day for the last few weeks since the lock-down began and i’m glad to say it’s been a good motivational read. It certainly lives up to its shine as a bestseller. But me, i wouldn’t sell it for the world.

In light of the chapters’ theme, i’m curious to know about times in your life when you found yourself in tough times, that put you under pressure and led to you becoming stronger then you were.

Beauty is in the eyes of the Beholder

If you want to achieve greatness stop asking for permission.

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Well, i guess that age old adage must be true
Cause every time i look at you I’m filled with wonder

This explains why I’m always perplexed and left to ponder
When no one stares at you the way i do
That beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.

So when nobody else looks at you i always wonder
If there is something wrong with me
Cause every time i look at you I’m filled with wonder

But nobody else’s mind seems to wander to places far
When they look at you, which gives me a clue
That beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.

Else why does my beating heart sound louder than the thunder
When i set my sights on you? I guess it’s be-
Cause every time i look at you I’m filled with wonder.

I’m an avid chess player, so unless i made a blunder
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me, so i guess it must
Be true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Cause every time i look at you I’m filled with wonder

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway

Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.

Winston Churchill

When your palms are sweating
And your tummy is aching
Because you are scared, of doing something
Feel the fear and do it anyway
Its good for your mental psychology.

When you are scared
Of doing something
Feel the fear and do it anyway.

Acknowledge your sweaty palms
And calm your aching tummy
With the knowledge that
Its good for your mental psychology
When you feel the fear, but do it anyway.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Good day guys! I’m glad you made it to my blog and grateful you read this post to the end. Sure it’s not long but you’d be surprised by how many people don’t actually finish reading what they started regardless of its length.

Today’s post was inspired by a post on Jamie’s blog (recycleyourpain.art.blog/). Jamie’s writing is not just inspiring, its also very insightful so be sure to check his blog out.

Once again, thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy the rest of your week

My Motivational Mantra

The ordinary focus on what they’re getting. The extraordinary think about who they’re becoming.

https://motivationgrid.com/43-awesome-rare-quotes-to-make-you-get-off-your-ass/
Like an arrow aimed at its target
I am headed straight for success.

Nothing can halt me in my progress
For i know that obstacles will bar my way
And that struggles will leave me with many a scar
But I am a visionary, So I can clearly see far
Into my future of becoming a star
That shines the light of its positivity
In this dark world filled with negativity.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

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More then the sky blue

Just like the blacksmith hammers the gallant knights sword into shape.

Tough times batter me into becoming better.

Lazarus Shatipamba

Do you know what it means for a poet to love you?
Even when your lipstick's smudged and your makeup's dry
He will love you as much as birds love the sky blue.

Tell her, the poet loves you much more then lies the true
When stupid cupid comes around to ask you why
You don't know what it means for a poet to love you.

When your friends come by your house to ask for a clue
How much the poet loves you, without even a try-
Tell them he loves you more then the sky loves its blue.

Say that the poet loves you many times, not a few
When they ask you to answer quick and on the fly
"Do you know what it means for a poet to love you?"

Tell all the people of the wide world the poet loves you.
Even when your own self love does begin to die
He will love you more then the judge loves what is true.

When potential suitors ask if you have a clue
In a voice that's very deep and volume high
"Do you know what it means for a poet to love you?"
Tell them he loves you more then birds love the sky blue!

© 2020 The Poets Peace

The Shining Star

If past history was all there was to the game, the richest people would be librarians.

Warren Buffet

Oh! What can ail thee, shining star in the sky?’
That have watched over me from a place afar;
With your wandering eye, there were the birds fly,
Way up high in the sky to hide from the war.

For many years have I been bright in the night.
Whilst watching over the warm earth with my eye,
I have seen many a thing has dimmed my light.
Such as when you humans make each other cry.

For many years have I watched you from afar.
And even from here I hear sounds as men die,
Rippling through the still air into my ear.
Making me cry as tears with my eye I spy.

And just as men get wounds fighting in the war.
And get nasty scars that cling to them for life.
So has this shining star been wounded with scar,
By what he saw that cut him like a sharp knife.

And so, this pain I gained in my side;
Is what ails a shining star in the sky,
At night when his light is not so bright.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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I

You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore.

Christopher Columbus
I am the wind that blows.
The river that flows.
And the mind that knows
How all this really grows.
Born from nothing
I permeate everything.
From the essense of your ring
To that of bees that sting.
Never made,
Hence i will never fade.
Though made into a blade
I will certainly degrade.
Out of time i stand
So my dreams never end.
Even when buried beneath sand
I am able to transcend.
I am the hand
That shapes the land.
The lad that does not understand
The concept of being grand.
My breath, stirs the trees
That sway with graceful ease.
Though i may be on my knees
I know i shall never cease.
I am the wind that blows.
The river that flows.
And the mind that knows
How all this really goes.

Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2020 The Poets Peace

My Morning Mantra

The great thing in this world is not so much where you stand, as in what direction you are moving.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Today is going to be a superfragilisticexpialidocious day

I know things out of my control will come my way
That someone may say something takes away my gay
And that the heat may make me sweat when all I want is to be cool, calm and collected

But so long as I am in control of myself
Then my resolve to make today
A superfragilisticexpialidocious day
Will be unshakable as the wind itself.

Contradictions

Rule your mind or it will rule you.

Buddha

Have you ever thought about the old saying “Ignorance is bliss” and contrasted it with the ancient adage which quotes “knowledge is power”?

If you have, you’ll know that life is very, very paradoxical in nature.

In fact, the way it juxtaposes its contradictions to make philosophers seem like oxymorons is simply astounding.

If you haven’t then you must be living a very blissful life, where you don’t get to break your mind thinking about things you’d rather not know.

Either way, it doesn’t change the facts. That I’m happier not knowing I’ll be dying tomorrow.

Imagine all the sorrow that would bring me.

But then again wouldn’t it be better to know?
Wouldn’t it be better to  go into that good night, mentally and spiritually prepared to take on its terrors?

Would you rather the bucket just kicked you, without the possibility of your mind getting ready to weather and use the pain to make you stronger?

I don’t know…why life has to be so paradoxically contradictory.

Perhaps it leads to the telling of many an interesting story? About how we die, but are reborn, as stronger beings, higher in the pecking order of Godliness.

All I know is that the border between ignorance and knowledge is very much blurred. In fact I can’t quite see it clearly.

But I’ll try to make sure I don’t cross the line and step into the unreachable territory of God known as omniscience.

I’ll try to tip-toe my way towards the bliss of ignorance, whilst also making sure I remain a sucker for the expansion of my consciousness.

Balance. It’s what the sages of a thousand ages recommend. Who am I to go against their wise words? Simply a fool.

So I’ll listen and align myself to “Ignorance is bliss” and I’ll make my actions rhyme with “knowledge is power”.

I’ll be contradicting myself. But hey, life itself is paradoxical.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately.

In fact, just this week alone, there have been at least a million questions Usain Bolting through my mind all hoping to win the race of demystifying thoughts.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

Where do they come from? And where do they go?
How do they affect me?
Why do I think? And is it even possible to stop thinking?

These are just some of the curious questions that have been wandering around in my mind, wondering if they will find the food which will satiate their hunger for answers.

Thoughts have always fascinated me, right from the moment I thought my first thought–I wonder what it was–to right now whilst writing to put my thoughts on digital paper.

In my quest to find answers, I’ve come across a few sources which claim that thoughts come from nowhere, yet also from everywhere. This may seem paradoxically contradictory, but it must be true considering that life itself is paradoxical.

If you think about it, you’ll realize that like something out of thin air thoughts just pop into our heads. We only detect them once they are already comfortable, at home in our heads. So subjectively speaking, where they come from is a complete mystery to us.

Objectively, according to cognitive psychologists, thoughts arise in the brain, when it takes in information through the senses. In this sense, thoughts come from everywhere, because our brain is constantly taking in information from our surroundings. This explains why seeing something can spark thoughts which either illuminate the dark, or add to its intensity.

It’s interesting to note that whether we know not where thoughts come from–nowhere or everywhere?–we still have the power to summon or banish them from our heads using our attention.

Thoughts, as we well know are a powerful force since they can seduce our emotions–which are what allows us to enjoy the beauty of life–into feeling a certain type of way.

If you don’t believe me puase for a few minutes and think of the last time you really enjoyed yourself.

How does doing this change how you feel?

Unless you are in a gloomy and perpetual state of chronic depression, you would’ve noticed that thinking about pleasant memories inspires your feelings to be pleasant in the present.
The opposite is also true, however, that reliving unpleasant memories results in you stirring up negative emotions in the pot of your psyche.

So as you can see–or feel–thoughts have an unbreakable relationship with our emotions. Therefore, as people always chasing after happiness, thoughts are actually our best friends–or our worst enemies.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

What type of relationship do you have with your thoughts?

Are they your enemy, invading the space within your face and conquering your sense of well-being?

Or are they your friend, entering your mind and inspiring your emotions to vibrate at the frequency of positivity?

Tale of the Academic Criminal

No matter how hard the past is, you can always begin again.

Buddha

Hi there, my friend and fellow colleague in the company where we walk the path of life.
Thank you for visiting my blog, I’m always glad to have you here.

For today I just wanted to ask ‘Have you ever committed academic dishonesty?’

Before you answer, let me tell you there’s no judge here–I’ve sentenced them all to life imprisonment in Alcatraz–so don’t be shy to speak freely. Of course we’re still talking about the highly frowned upon business of academic dishonesty created by “lazy students” and “broke nerds”, so I won’t hate you for lying in white. As long as your lies aren’t dyed in black, we’re good.

I hope my lecturers aren’t reading this–if they are I hope they understand a guys gotta make money, and a guys gotta pass a test–because I’m about to become cleaner than sanitized hands. No white lie,but I have–in fact I still do–occasionally sell my skills as an intellectual being with a not too shabby grasp of the ancient arts of reading, understanding, and writing to people who are in need of my very unique set of skills.

I’m not employed–in fact I long ago decided to shun a 9-5 job in favor of chasing not the rat race, but my dreams–and so I don’t have a consistent source of income. Neither do I receive an allowance from my parents, I’m not an expert trader or a professional swindler.

I’m just a student.

So where do I get money?

Most of it comes from my student loan which I’m very grateful for. Some of it from using my student status in the game of chess to teach other enthusiasts of the game. I write as a ghost here and there, but I won’t lie that sometimes, especially when my non-tuition fee is late to the party, and I can’t teach chess on account of self-isolation, I’m forced to become an academic criminal. And so I find myself committing the highly dishonest acts of doing someone else’s assignment, and writing someone else’s test–quite possible in this world of online learning.

As a student I’ve got my own assignments to write, tests to study for, and recommended books to read. But I like learning, and I love helping people–especially those in need–and so I’m usually hard-pressed to say ‘No’ to someone who is in need of my help to write their assignment–perhaps even pass their test.

I’m aware I shouldn’t be doing it. Do I hate myself for it? No. Doing other people’s assignments and preparing for their tests involves research that introduces me to concepts I may have never come across in my field of study. More than that, I get to help someone get closer to their degree–which will hopefully set them free–plus there’s money involved. A guys gotta eat, and drink, and do other things which make sure he not only continues surviving, but is instead thriving.

So in light of my dishonest behavior I wanted to know if you and I are perhaps partners in crime?  Yes? No? Maybe?

If not in this heinous crime of academic dishonesty, then perhaps there are other rules you broke? Like taking a stroll downtown in naked finery? Perhaps getting inspired by a marijuana joint?  Or covertly visiting websites not allowed in your country?

Whatever it is, feel free to share, confident in the knowledge there aren’t any judges here to judge and sentence you for your actions.

Shoes, shoes, shoes

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand

Shoes, shoes, shoes
they come in many hues


Shoes, shoes, shoes
come in reds, greens and blues


Sometimes shoes, shoes, shoes
come in purple, or pink
but my my do some of them stink–


a smell which walks into noses
and inspires them to forget the scent of roses.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth

Each day you must choose, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

Eric Mangini

Have you ever heard of the old saying “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.”? 
Yes? No?

Maybe? 


It rhymes with the concept of fighting fire with fire, and I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot lately. 


Am I for it or against it?


If I’m against it, would that mean I promise not to steal your girl, even if you do the same to me? Would it mean I have to smile and congratulate you even as I watch you walk a mile down the aisle with the love of my life? Does it mean I won’t fight back after you hurt me or those I Iove? Does it mean I have to stand back and witness the chaos you bring to my order?


If I’m for it, that certainly means if you make me bleed I will definitely put you in a state where you need the doctor, if not worse–your maker.


Being against it sounds philosophically and ecologically viable, but not very emotionally rewarding since it doesn’t satiate my evolutionary desire to retaliate, and get that sweet, sweet revenge.


In my musings, I’ve been thinking of how an average guy like me can get to navigate these potentially rough waters? 


Do I simply surf the waves of philosophical reasoning, and try to be constructive in the face of waves which seek to drown me in the deep? Is this much easier said than done?


Or do I give in to the desires of my emotional and reptilian brains? 


I don’t know. 


I’m still thinking about it.


I guess only time will tell, if my actions rhyme with the saying “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.” aka fighting fire with fire. 


What about you?

Creepy Crawly

Alone we can do so little, together we can do so much.

Helen Keller

Creepy Crawly climbing quickly
up the tall wall. Creepy Crawly
is climbing quickly up the wall.
Will he fall? Only God can tell
why Creepy Crawly is climbing
quickly up the wall
even though he may fall
to his hell.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Well hello there friend! I’m glad you joined me today.

It’s Monday once again, and thankfully it is not a blue one for me. I really hope it’s the same for you too, that it’s not clouded by any negativity. That instead the weather in your mind is sunshine and clear blue skies.

Today’s poem is a fabrication of reality. There wasn’t no creepy crawly climbing quickly up the wall that inspired me to write it. Well, at least not in the physical environment since it was all just in my head. The poem was inspired by my desire to play with alliteration. I wrote it a few weeks ago in my poetry journal, and since then it has been begging for me to share it on my blog.

And so, because I don’t have the mouth to say ‘No’ to poems begging me to be shared, I hope you enjoyed it and that it somehow lifted your mood from bad to good–even just for a second.

If so, then do not be shy to let me know in the comment section below–I’m always delighted to hear from you.

The Ugliest Of Them All

The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.

Thomas Jefferson

I am
the ugliest
of them all
my hair is nappy
my attitude crappy
and my mood unhappy
For I am the ugliest
of them all.
Yet I judge them all
based on what my eyes see
if their skin is too shabby
or if too much weight they carry
then indeed I do become wary
of having a relationship with them
even though I am
the ugliest of them all.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace