Thursday, January 14, 2016

The Plan / El Designio

From a very early age
I have heard it again and again
Such a sensitive boy
Easily delighted
Easily upset
Those boyhood days
So often alone
Or in a combat zone
Taught that my feelings
Had no place
Fear, sadness
I worked hard to erase
From my freckled face
My home had all the drama
It could endure
Without my contribution
So my mind constructed
A most elegant solution
Absorb the pain
And lock it away
Stay quiet and plain
Keep out of the way

And what becomes
Of such a boy
When he becomes a man
He finds his life
His joy
Still locked within that plan
Every contact I initiate
Every time I reach out to connect
I cannot imagine anyone appreciates
And perhaps even objects
Like a misfit party crasher
To the world

But I lean upon
That sensitivity
Gifted me at birth
I use it to accept myself
And feel at home
On Earth
For my feelings are strong
And neither right nor wrong
And the more I feel them
The more appeal I see then
And when another sees my light
Dim and shy as it still might be
When they recognize my fight
And lend their heart to me
Fuel to my fire
For my need to aspire
To do what I can
To escape from the plan
To be as free as I desire

Desde una edad muy temprana
He oído una y otra vez
Tal chico sensible
Fácilmente encantados
Fácilmente malestar
Esos días de infancia
Muy a menudo solos
O en una zona de combate
Enseñó que mis sentimientos
No tenía lugar
El miedo, la tristeza
He trabajado duro para borrar
Desde mi cara pecosa
Mi casa tenía todo el drama
Podría soportar
Sin mi contribución
Así que mi mente construye
Una solución más elegante
Absorbe el dolor
Y bloquearlo distancia
Permanezca tranquilo y llano
Mantenga fuera del camino

Y lo que se hace
De un chico
Cuando se convierte en un hombre
Él encuentra su vida
Su alegría
Aún bloqueado dentro de ese plan de
Cada contacto se inicio
Cada vez que llego a conectar
No puedo imaginar a nadie aprecia
Y tal vez incluso objetos
Al igual que un aguafiestas inadaptado
Al mundo

Pero me inclino sobre
Esa sensibilidad
Me regalado al nacer
Yo lo uso para aceptarme
Y sentirse como en casa
En la tierra
Para mis sentimientos son fuertes
Y ni bien ni mal
Y cuanto más yo los siento
El más atractivo veo luego
Y cuando otro ve mi luz
Dim y tímido, ya que aún podría ser
Cuando reconocen mi lucha
Y prestar su corazón para que me
Combustible para mi fuego
Para mi necesidad de aspirar
Para hacer lo que pueda
Para escapar del plan
Para ser tan libre como yo deseo


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Tulis comments
January 14, 2016 at 11:51 PM

so deep and meaningful. love the portraits. sharing this poem.
New Post on my blog, do drop by soon ,<3

January 15, 2016 at 4:49 AM

Me hacia mucha falta tus poemas
Realmente hermosos y bellos
Un abrazo
Maggie D.
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January 15, 2016 at 9:18 AM

So beautiful!!!

January 15, 2016 at 2:11 PM

Que bela postagem amei arrasou com suas lindas letras,
bom final de semana.
Vídeo novo:

January 15, 2016 at 7:15 PM

Where is that coming from my friend? So deep but so beautiful and meaningful. Childhood builds us up as people but sometimes it could break us up too. But there's always tomorrow to live better and happier just as long we try to let go of a few past experiences that must have hurt us deeply.
You have that gift for words dear! Happy weekend!

January 15, 2016 at 11:11 PM

amazing post.. love it
Keep in touch

January 16, 2016 at 5:31 AM

Wonderful use of imagery and metaphor Shamu! You are definitely one of the most talentd writers that I know!!!!

love lots,

January 16, 2016 at 9:17 AM

LOved the way you wrote it with so many beautiful words and imagination!!

Wish you a very happy new year :)

January 16, 2016 at 9:50 AM

the story of a lonely boy, awesome, my dear
wishing you a nice evening

January 17, 2016 at 5:04 AM

That's really amazing!
Have a nice week-end!
Photographe Gil Zetbase

January 17, 2016 at 7:25 AM

I can easily see an inspiring and ambitious soul! Every poem that you write brings the sun in my heart! I love to read what you share with us, dear friend! Have a nice day!


January 17, 2016 at 12:02 PM

Hi dear
Great words, as always your poems are so touching
Thanks for sharing

January 18, 2016 at 12:58 AM

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kisses from Poland!

January 18, 2016 at 7:06 AM

beautiful and touching poem! Sensitivity is a gift, even if often it can feel like a curse....but we must appreciate and treasure our sensitivity because it can teach us a lot. For an artist the ability to be sensitive is very important! It can fuel our creativity and motivation.

In the end, all relationships are a gamble and we never know if our emotions will be returned...but life is a gamble we must take.

Once again....this is a brilliant poem! well done.

...and thank you for your meaningful comment about my last post. I read that novel in a very difficult period for myself and it really made me feel better, so I had the need to write something about that. I could help rereading it as the photographs were taken, so I guess my facial expression was in accordance with what was written:)

January 18, 2016 at 7:26 AM

Fantastic post dear! Hope you have a lovely day.

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January 18, 2016 at 7:47 AM

I love your blog, beautiful!

January 18, 2016 at 4:37 PM

Great poem, very deep and full of feeling. :) :)

January 19, 2016 at 9:17 PM

Beautiful poem, dear! Touched my heart as I too am a sensitive person. But I was not that sensitive as a young girl, it came later it seems.

January 20, 2016 at 12:24 AM

It seems childhood hangups and perceived criticism can stay with us long into adulthood unless we can choose to move on and let it go and live without fear. I spent my childhood feeling like I was a rubbish dancer as that is how my dance teacher made me feel by always putting me in the back row in dances. But do you know, as an adult, I've learnt other types of dances and know that I'm not so bad so I can let go of that!


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