Jessica B.

Posts Tagged ‘hope’

20191230

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20191230 at 23:55

Those who share, have something to give.

Those who share not, have nothing.

The fool will not look.
The lay cannot see.
The intellect will look.
The wise see.

Ear plugs made of ego, make the fool.

The wise prune the dead limbs by choice.

The fool go out on dead limb and prune by accident.

The fool cannibalizes their soul to feed their ego.

If there is no self-accountability given, there is no responsibility taken.

Ego is a gift held by fools and a burden lost by the wise.

A bully has back-up to compensate for an ego that otherwise has no defense.

The fool bystander fears the aggressor only when they have personal profit to gain.

I See You
Without your makeup
Without your muscles
With the bags under your eyes
With the softness in your thighs,
I see you.
Without your stoic self
Without your unapologetic self
With your hidden tears
With your vulnerable self,
I see you.
Past the violence you commit
For the harm you deny
Past the wall you have built
For the fear you feed,
I see you.
Beyond the smoke you toke
Beyond the drink you take
Through pain that feigns laughter
Though uncertainty that belies confidence,
I see you.
Despite your failures
Not in spite of your successes
So busy with accomplishments
So boastful of your efforts,
I see you
As the tender soul
As the terrified one
Who strives without
Who struggles onward,
I see you.
Never with an apology
Ever with the denial
Hardly the recognition
Rarely the action,
I see you.
For the day shall come
Only after the night concedes
With only the hope that
you’ll see another, too.

20150525

In aphorism, question, rumination on 20150525 at 23:55

Which is rarer, the jewel in the rough or the eye that sees it? 

Precious is the jewel that has been discovered, unlike objects of abundance, for its worth is, if only in that it is valued.

A blanket of stars is ne’er for sale, ne’er for purchase, only for beholding or forsaking.

If humility is apt to follow certainty, perchance enlightenment stands to follow uncertainty. 

The future is often more than we could hope for, if not what we expect. 

20131009

In poetry, rumination on 20131009 at 21:03

《the way》
dear little one,
the world is yours.
the world was yours
even before you belonged
to it.
it was, is, and will be
your redemption as often
as it will be your nemesis.
do not be afraid, for fear
will not carry your burdens
nor will it shelter you
from the elements.
have hope as much as will
allow triumph
over the ills of present,
but none so much that
you deceive yourself
of the realities of the future
or the consequences of the past.
days of sorrow will weave
a tight knit alongside joy,
neither with warning
nor with limitation.
you shall persist because
you know of nothing else,
not only because you will it.
for as a mortal, possibility
is as finite only as is time.
what tomorrow will bring you,
yesterday has already taken
away, with a fluidity that
surprises with subtlety.
you will love and hurt,
feel pain and transfer pain.
you will always forgive
because the alternative
is no alternative.
fairness and justice
will oft be at odds
with one another and for you.
you will not always deserve
your destiny, but you will
decide not to deny it.
for tonight, the sun sets low,
but tomorrow, high,
high shall the sun rise up.
oh, little one, until tomorrow,
good night.

20120510

In aphorism, proverb on 20120510 at 23:57

The fool’s truth is not truth.

Trust takes time.

Trajectory with misdirection, is a truth twisted.

The fool share their trash, hide their treasures.

Exclusion will betray you in time; inclusion is loyal, now and forever, to you and to all.

Priorities are more than hopeful words, they are actions, our past actions. In the history of our beings, can we view our priorities.

20120215

In aphorism, poetry, proverb on 20120215 at 23:54

Hope can ease your burden, but only you can carry your load.

For my news, I read the funnies. For my fun, I read the news.

Ask not a fish for the forecasted precipitation.

A fish’s forecast is cast.

To be imitated is to have inspired.

Who suprastands another, awaits a lesson to befall.

《prayer》
Could I want, what more
Than to realize the error in my ways
I pray it come before
the end of my days.

《unequivocal》
vanity = beauty + pride
pride = vanity – beauty
beauty = vanity – pride

《conflicted》
he said he didn’t like conflict.
i said i didn’t understand-
passive aggressive behavior
is more conflict than i could stand.

201108013

In aphorism, proverb on 20110813 at 16:29

Give once, receive twice.

Hope lies around every corner.

There is no perfect time, only the present time.

20110304

In aphorism, haiku, proverb on 20110304 at 11:44

Fact changes not reality.

Have inner peace or be without peace.

A fool campaigns under another’s name to bear a message want of aim.

《green》
I am the jade mistress
like the rock so hard, my eyes
green with your desire.

《the crush》
a little lass, with
hopeful heart, dared to dream and
so was sweetly crushed.

20101227

In tale on 20101227 at 15:33

《Flawed in the Eye of a Bumptious Camel》

In a land where the sun shone without reprieve, there once was a Camel so proud, that he would spit at the sight of another animal. For in his eyes, the others -they were all flawed.

A Little Bird, ever observant, came to rest on the head of the Camel. “Who are you spitting at today, dear Camel?”

The bumptious Camel responded with a huff, “Ha! Who does that Elephant think she is?” With a spit in the Elephant’s direction, he continued. “What a silly nose, it nearly hangs on the ground!”

The Little Bird smirked with wisdom unknown to the Camel, and responded, “Dear Camel, that long silly nose of the Elephant is quite a useful tool, don’t you see? She gathers water like a hose. And when no water there is, like a trumpet, she bellows!”

The bumptious Camel hesitated in concession but for a moment, turning next to the Lion. “Look at that scruff! Can’t a Lion tame his own mane?” And the Camel spit.

The Little Bird with a smirk, followed, “Dear Camel, that mangy mane not only makes it look kingly above all the other animals, but can you fancy it with a bob cut?”

The bumptious Camel could not disagree and chuckled at the thought of a better-groomed Lion.

But he quickly straightened his face and forced another spit, saying, “But what about the Giraffe? Such a long, gangling neck –what is a head doing so far from its feet?”

The Little Bird explained, “Dear Camel, when the rains visit no more, and food is scarce –only the Giraffe can reach those yet green leaves, so high up in the sky.”

Once more, the Camel scrambled to save the last of his all-knowing pride, and said, “The Rhino –what can be said of that sore-looking horn, smack in the middle of its mug!”

But the Little Bird was no shorter of words than she was of wisdom. “Dear Camel, that unsightly adornment of a horn might be nothing to look at, but it serves her well when intruders threaten with presence.”

Conceding at last, the Camel asked the Little Bird, “And what about you? What is your forte that feigns a flaw?”

The Little Bird asked, “Who me?” and with tilted head, paused in thought before responding, “Why… these scrawny legs of mine, I suppose. They aren’t much to look at, either -are they!”

The Camel timorously chuckled in agreement.

“But, when I fly…” the Little Bird expounded, “… ’tis as if I fly without the weight of any legs, -free to soar where’er the wind dares me!”

And with these words, the Little Bird set out for a spin, spreading her wings and tucking those scrawny legs right out of sight. This talent pleased the Camel, causing him to look down at his own not-so-scrawny legs.

But before the Camel could sputter a word, the Little Bird interjected, “Oh Camel, your legs are just fine, strong as the quadruped that you are! Your forte feigning flaw is not your knock knees, but only what you yourself cannot see.”

The Little Bird landed once again on the Camel’s forehead, this time facing backwards, her own tail dangling just in view of the Camel’s eyes.

At this, the Camel was instantly flummoxed, but equally intrigued.

With eyebrows now disheveled, he goaded the Little Bird, “Alright, Legs. Enough with empty accusations; Enlighten me, if you think you may!”

The Little Bird peered backwards over the Camel and said, “Have you ever wondered why you cannot roll around and scratch your back on the grasses of these barren plains, like the other quadrupeds?”

The Camel was dumbstruck, for the Little Bird had spoken the truth –though he had never paused to reason why.

“Look at this back of yours, Camel. It’s got a big bump on it, like you’ve been stuffed with a pillow!” The Little Bird bounced up and down on the noticeable bump.

The Camel spit in denial, then dropped his jaw with waning disbelief. He craned his neck to the side in search, as he realized that he’d never ever even seen this so-called bump. And he found his neck to be just long enough to catch a glimpse of what was indeed a most un-smooth bump. The Camel’s eyebrows settled into a heap of newfound shame.

The Little Bird flew up to this bump and said, “Dear Camel –this bump of a hump of yours, this flaw –is your forte.”

The Camel perked up a bit with hope enough to relieve his mounting shame. “Do enlighten me, Little Bird!”

“This hump of yours explains why you alone can brave the desert sands, without hint of oasis, for days on end. This bulky bump of a hump is but a reservoir, with water enough to endure time itself in light of the blazing sun!”

And this time, the Camel smiled a –no longer bumptious– smile and said, “Hey, Legs- so wise are you! Now, I see… the only flaw of mine, was in the sight of my eyes!”

20091201

In aphorism, idiom on 20091201 at 09:40

Not only in times of despair must we have hope, but also in times of progress must we resist regression.

A teacher is first and always a student, only then a teacher.

Who looks inwardly hasn’t the time to point outwardly.

Avenging breeds only revenge.

20090919

In aphorism, proverb on 20090919 at 15:18

Distance takes us away and brings us perspective.

Until we run out of judgment for ourselves, there will be judgment for others to spare.

Hope is fear, an interchange only of panic for apathy.

Beyond any fool, is the wiser.

May we be blinded by the truth,  never blind to the truth.