Remember the message, spread awareness (P.O.W.)

It is the last day of May. I know I spent the last few days, weeks even talking about “The Lonesome Road” but don’t think I have forgotten this rather important month. Even if my book has an important message, I couldn’t just let this last day go by without stating the obvious. We have months like these to remember, to make the unaware aware, to speak up to those who know less and yet there is a certain problem I have with these kind of things. As if it makes us use that one month to speak about certain issues, with such passion, with such numbers, and as time passes by so do the thoughts that were put on such issues. But time passes, it awaits for no one, yet these struggles stay. So let us not forget, let us remember, not just in May, but in June, August and December, through out the year, that we shouldn’t be afraid to speak up about our burdens, our struggles and we should not shun, but help, not forget, bur rally, not blame, but understand.

The message stands

Why is it so hard to care? Is it because the world is filled with enough problems, so we just choose on which one to focus our mind on? Or is it perhaps the question of some problems are just bigger then other? Whatever it may be, one thing is for sure, we should never forget. Forget how to be humans, how to be friends, brothers and sisters. We shouldn’t forget how to care, how to understand. Because I believe there it is hidden, the solution of all problems, no matter which one specifically we choose to fight for. Just remember to be human. As I said, May might be over, but as with a lot of these months were we choose to spread the awareness, we should never forget to care. This world can be much sometimes. Our environment can be harsh and unforgiving, but it is up to us to carry the message, to hold the banner and speak up, every month, every year and every day. Let us never forget to be there for others, creating a safe haven to speak, to talk, to show we do want to understand. The sad truth is one man can not change the world. But one man can make it a bit better. And isn’t that the whole point? If we all attempt to do it, if we all try, in the end there will not be just one, but many. And who knows, we might just change the damn world after all.

Be human

Mental health issues will perhaps one day be accepted as that, problems we don’t need to hide. As many problems, there is always a certain amount of distrust, or the lack of trust, when we try to open up, when we try to speak up. We often tend to think what the person who is about to receive that information will think. Will they judge? Will they just shrug their shoulders and say its nothing, man up? We create the environment we live in. We create the world we inhabit. It is dangerously reckless to claim we can’t do anything about it when we all have the power to make a difference. But it takes a step. A leap of faith that at first seems so insignificant, so small, as in why would I even do it, what difference would it make? To the world? Perhaps none. To one person? It can be life changing. Like I said, perhaps one individual can not change the world, but pulled together, we as a society, we can damn well do some damage. But we can not think that small, one step is meaningless. As if we all take one step forward, it is no longer a single step, but a jump, a leap inside of an ocean that could create a tidal wave. But, to do that, we must remember, stay human. Don’t let ego make your decisions. Every action matters, everything we do affects someone, we can not think so highly that we are alone in this universe, in this world, just look around and you shall see. Sometimes we all just need a hand, to stand up. Be it a tough life, a crappy day or just a bad luck weekend, offer that hand to someone who is down, and who knows? You just might make a difference.

To those who fell

I keep on repeating myself, I know. Sometimes I just can’t help it. But I felt how you are feeling and I still do. Everyday is a struggle. Everyday you feel like you need to find a reason, no matter how big or small, just to get through to the night. I know. Believe me. Sometimes you just try no to think about it, go on to work, out, just shoving your emotions in a corner, because it’s easier to deal with them when they come crushing back when you get home later, alone on the floor of your room, trying to deal with the crap you tried to just for one day, forget. This life, my beautiful people, is just a trial of run and error. We make mistakes. We all do. It is just human nature, no one is perfect. We all carry scars, just some of us have bigger ones. But even if we make mistakes today, no one guarantees us we will make new ones tomorrow. Trial of error and run. Your run this life, doing best you could, making mistakes, until one time you get it right. And even if now or sometimes feels like you can’t get it right, you will. You have the strength to stand right now, today. You made it this far. Through all the pain and suffering, standing today against the odds. You will make it through tomorrow. It is hard to trust. We look at humanity with open eyes and sometimes we want to cry. But we can not judge it whole with prejudice. Open your mind and your heart and who knows? Humanity might just surprise you.

And for the rest? Don’t judge. Extend your hand, make and effort to understand. It is already hard for us to speak about it as when we do, we speak with fear. Make us hope, as hope is what we need, to show that maybe, just maybe, tomorrow, the sun might shine just a tad bit more brightly.

Speak the message throughout the year. Break the stigma. Break the prejudice. Open your minds and heart. Understand. And be human.

Does your heart cry for me?

I love you.
For the eternal kiss I hunger,
For the grasp of destiny I yearn,
To connect two lost souls,
Broken pieces of one.

I wonder, in this restless night,
Does my face haunt your dreams?
Does the soft whispers of my voice
Tease that mellow heart that bleeds?

My mind belongs to you,
In every waking hour it calls,
For the name that occupies my soul,
For the tender eyes that see.

Through those windows of your soul,
I grow without a breach,
As to that beautiful heart that beats,
There are no limits to what it sees.

Last kiss eternal

In your devices I am trusted,
For the love that was given,
Kindness that was taught,
Compassion I saw in your eyes,
Through the scars that time wrote.

Though it was not said,
No tear uttered nor a moan lost,
I assumed the pain taken,
That resided deep inside.
But your heart never turned a shade,
As it was ever glowing,
You showed us what it meant,
To not take what life was given,
But rather live it as if it is your own.

Now I stand, bit alone and scared,
Thinking of the time we spent,
By your side I sit still,
Yet you are gone.

I do not know,
Where this life might take me,
Or if I will take it by the throat,
One thing is now certain,
Your love embedded,
In my heart still it beats,
I still cry as I did,
By your side in deep.

Moments I will share,
The time we had to see,
I regret nothing,
Except not saying I love you,
one more time,
how much you mean to me.

Through your heart I am awake

I often look at your eyes,
To see if I am still there.
Some time has passed,
But surely One thing remains.
An ember of hope,
Like a leaf in a river,
There it hides.
Behind the beauty that is your pain.

I stop,
Stare and gaze,
In hopes I shall find,
A reflection of my own self.
But to my surprise,
I only see,
A man who’s beauty transcends my own.

To that figure I lose my eye,
Trying to find who he is.

His smile clean,
His hope high,
With a clean demeanor he carries.
Jealous at the point unknown
Should I cry of envy.

But my eyes he holds,
Without the dark burden,
I weep under the light seen,
Now I wonder what you created,
The image of me that could had been.

Between the heart and mind

Stuck in this perpetual limbo,
Where the heart battles the mind,
One pulling the tether that bounds,
The other fixed in his position to defend,
The past mistakes I called love.

I stand at the distance,
Watching the never ending debate,
My mind caught in between the struggles of the soul,
To carry on which is the choice,
To love blindly
Or to hate reasonably?

And each one of them,
Speaks the truth as they know,
Perhaps that is the sole reason,
Why my mind trembles between this war.
Stubborn they are in their ways,
To each their side prevails,
Each a hero in their own tales.

Who is right? And who is wrong?
The one that is left standing.
As my mind crumbles in this constant war,
I fear that I won’t make it.
As the heart wants what it wants,
And the mind despises the decision the other makes,
I am left alone,
A sole man in this never ending tale.

Do we really matter? (The price of life)

There is always this one thought in our mind that lingers and eventually comes forth. To some it might be a whisper which can be easily pushed away and to others it comes as a roaring thunder that never leaves our sight, a seed that grows rapidly, unchallenged it spreads to the darkest corners of our minds where it thrives. And to us, the few that are unable to ignore it and make it go away, it becomes our great companion in the darkest days that come, a friend that possess some of the most reasonable insults you will ever hear, a supposed ally that will aid you in getting rid of all hope that you yearn for, all the friends you wish to be with, as he will convince you love and family are just an unnecessary burden. And in that enveloped darkness is where our own humanity is tested.

The world doesn’t care

The month of September is suicide prevention month and especially this week is the suicide prevention week with the 10th of September being suicide prevention day. First of all I would like to say as with mental health awareness month, I am glad we devote more attention to mental health and the bag of problems it brings. But don’t let it be one month, one year, one day… Look to the people you love the most, to the person next to you, read the signs and be open and ready to help. Be patient, be caring and understanding. I remember a friend of mine who went throught tough time and looked for a solution by opening to one of our other friends. And he got an advice I despise the most. He said to him why would you even think about suicide, it’s selfish, think about your family. To an extent I agree, as someone who unfortunately went on that road twice (almost three times) it’s those we leave behind that still feel our pain after we are gone. But what most don’t understand and what my friend who said that didn’t get is why does no one feel our pain before? Does it take those drastic measures for others to take interest in our suffering? They would think we only seek attention but in reality we are lost, wanting nothing more then to find our way back, wanting nothing more then comfort and understanding. But unfortunately my friends, the world doesn’t care. Mostly… As it is easier to judge then to understand. But not all share that enthusiasm to judge without a thought, no…  There are us who have been through the hell of self doubt you are going through,  there are us who know how it feels standing at the bottom in that darkness not seeing a way out. And trust me there is a way out. So don’t be hesitant. Reach out. To me, to others… I know there are lines to phone and I won’t judge their work (even if I have heard some dubious stuff about how they operate) remember that even in your darkest moments, when the world seems bleak, there are still people you can turn to. But as it is with trust, easy it is given, harder it is proven. It can be hard to confide in someone, fearing their reaction might change the view their eyes hold over us. And yes it can be difficult to dump that burden we carry on some, trusting them even with the slight sight of it, in fear they would run or judge, as much as it pains me to admit, there are still good men roaming around, willing to help, to listen, not for their own selfish gains, but rather out of the goodness of their own hearts. Because that’s how we as humanity redeem ourselves, that’s how we fix our own species and this world, by putting a bit faith in our fellow human and repaying that faith when it is given to us.

I thought I could turn off my consciousness
But there was a price to pay

How hard is it to get out of that hole? Perhaps some of you are right now in it, perhaps you know some that are, but let me tell you something, it is a living hell that doesn’t end. As how can one escape it, the perfect prison designed by the only person who knows your deepest fears, darkest secrets that keep you embedded in that cold black chasm, as the worst prison we can find ourselves in are the ones we design. I can lie, say that even when you manage to pick up the broken pieces of your mind and soul, even if you somehow draw enough strength where there is none and that if you manage to spark the dark pyre of your heart with hope that was nonexistent that all will be well after, but sadly it is not the case. Even if you manage to do all those extraordinary feats and somehow pull yourself up, the fight won’t be over just yet. I am sorry my friend, but it will never be over. Forever there will be scars, invisible to the naked eye, hidden deep in your soul, that in any given moment you look down deep, you will find yourself again in a war with doubt and despair. But do not mistake this as an act of discouragement, no… As you should be proud. Not all had the strength or support to stand back again. We all lost friends and loved ones to that struggle. I would dare to say us standing out of the shadows that our mind casts is a privilege. An honor. Even if sometimes we want to give up, even if sometimes we will have doubts in every and all action we make, no matter how big or small it might be, I feel we owe to ourselves to think better. Of us. Of the world. Of others. That it can be better. That we deserve better. I feel like we deserve to hope. But not foolish one that had put is in that hole in the first place. I believe we owe to ourselves to think that even if we get up, try again and again that after all the fucking struggle, after all that pain, that all of that wasn’t for nothing. That after all, even we the broken creatures of the doubt, deserve to be happy.

You will relapse. Might bend the knee under the heavy burden, the untold pressure of not knowing does tomorrow bring something bad or not. You might fall, not wanting to get back up, think what’s the fucking point? And that is OK. At the end of the day, remember, we are all the same. Just human. It’s in our nature to fail. To try. To succeed. To be happy. So let’s be, just that… Only human. A flawed perfection.

At the end of the day, remember, we are all the same. Just human. It’s in our nature to fail. To try. To succeed. To be happy. So let’s be, just that… Only human. A flawed perfection.

Final words of encouragement

I will leave you with this. When someone reaches out, remember, they are showing trust, so repay it by listening, taking notice, by caring. We all struggle with life. And if we can make someone’s life a bit less dark, then perhaps our own will seem a bit more brighter. Most of us fear judgement, so don’t be hasty. As we all seek one thing. To be understood. So show love, not pity. Show care, not judgement. And perhaps we all as a species can look for a better tomorrow. And that’s what I wish to you my friends. May your tomorrow be a bit less bleak, a bit more brighter and may the only tears you shed be the one of happiness. Love you all you beautiful people,

Harry.

Mother

My face you do not recognise
But your tears I see,
Even if they don’t flow
I notice the sorrow your eyes hide
Broken under my embrace,
Your heart i feel,
The scars it took and the burden it carried.

You, The one who guarded my spirit,
You, The one who guided my mind,
Your best You gave,
For my life to have meaning.

The debt that can not be paid,
Even by two life time,
For your kindness and love,
Mine now stands,
Offerd, without hesitation,
In your time of need,
I kneel weeping for the light lost.

The eternal question of love

I once said,
In your pain I have fallen in love.
But why is that,
Looking at mine,
You only see pity and sorrow?
Where I was mesmerised by beauty and grace,
You never saw past my mistakes,
Thoroughly digging it up.

Why? I ask.
I wonder, time and time again.
To what extent my soul needs to open,
To be viable for love?
Is it past its date,
Or perhaps it is to late,
As I never deserved love in the first place

Always for you

For you
my broken mind given,
Drenched in love and understanding,
Mended.

For you,
All the support I gave,
You took, invested,
Now yearning of your heart,
The once two pieces to be whole.

For you,
Always for you,
Every breath, every heartbeat,
For a reason exists,
A glorious purpose it knows,
As it smiles,
Awaiting,
For your embrace.

To love is to live

My darling
Do you know
The questions life poses?
The answer love gives
If you receive it clearly?
To what extent does my love grow,
If I die today,
Would I be resented?

My darling,
It is not the effort do die for it,
That takes a toll on the strongest of as all.
It is to live,
For you,
For us,
That tests the resolve of any man.

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