I am here again

Don’t worry about failures, worry about the chances you miss when you don’t even try.

Jack Canfield

Here I am again
In-front of an empty canvas
exploring the realms of creativity
and imagination.
I am here again
on this poetic stage
seeking to fill this page
with the glory of my journey
to that place where many an artist
shy not away from showing their face.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Culpable For My Own Demise

If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.

Katharine Hepburn

Today, I take the time out to apologize to myself. I realize now that I was culpable for creating my own downfall. Liable to looking at life through the lens of negativity, it’s not a wonder suffering became my reality. I see now that my thinking kept me down. Never pondering nor questioning my thoughts I became a man with a brain he never uses, to gain wisdom will keep him from pain. My ignorance has cost me my innocence, but I’m glad it wasn’t in vain, because at least now I have the common sense to use my intelligence. ~ Laza

Hi there, thank you for reading my post. In case you’re wondering today’s post was inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). Today’s word was ‘culpable’.

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What to do | a poem on Hedonic Adaptation

When you feel like quitting, think about why you started.

Anonymous

What to do
When you hedonic-ally adapt
To the things you love to do?

What to do
When the things you love to do
Have already been mapped by your mind?

What to do
When like a robot you are no longer inspired
By the things you do, because they’ve become automatic?

Do you stop
Doing what you love to do?

Or do you do
What you love to do, differently?

Oh! tell me
What to do
To stop myself from getting used
To the things I love to do.


Lest they become automatic
And I no longer have to be inspired by them.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace