Realization, The Epiphany Of...

"Whatever is dead, whether it is a dead body, mind, heart, or soul; recollection and realization can raise the dead. That alone is the epiphany of a new beginning." -Robert Warren

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Fellow readers I am having a special on this blog. Right here, and right now. I am trying something different for this time only. It is very unlikely you will see another post like this. My goal is to reach peoples minds through this and make people have a "wow..." sort of moment. Nevertheless, I realize that this is not going to reach everyone the same way. Hence, the style change for this special on my blog. Thank you for reading and I hope that this will blow your mind.

How this is different: I included both a piece and a description for the three poems. Elaborating on concepts that may seem elusive at first. Expanding on the ideals behind the poems I am hoping to catch the depth in peoples minds. Please +1 this is you really enjoyed it, share, comment or follow. Remember, it is the readers that writers live for. 

Written below is three pieces. Enjoy:

PIECE:

Treated With Sugar

Sweet life which we breathe

Is sugars rush from asthma wheeze? 

Chocolate treats in good of life

Omits some of dental strife

Candy coating of what people see

Candy cane twist of mystery

Gummy centers are inside

Of the sour that some seem to hide

Puckered face and a thirst quench

Sugar rush in just a pinch

Flavor burst in just a chew

How would candy describe you?

DESCRIPTION:

"Treated With Sugar" is a poem by Robert Warren. It is the story of how life can be both tasteful and bitter. Examining how people see both the best in life or sometimes the worst. This is a true example of how the mind can affect reality. Even the air we breathe. The way we take air in and release it affects other people. It is the air that causes both tension and relaxation. It is an energy from the force which is the human being. The human being is both sweet and sour. Many flavors and tastes, is there ever a way to make a candy close to perfect? Now what if that candy is a human being? Now what if that human being is you? -Robert Warren

PIECE:

A New Day

Sitting here typing to all whom may read

Everything that their life may need

A life full of needs is selfish in fact

It's about learning to give back

Sitting here is you a stranger all alone

May need people to fill hearts home

Reaching out fills the empty heart

It keeps society from tearing apart

Reach out call to others to learn 

It takes communication to make words turn

Turn, turn the wheel of you

Make the wheel turned by two

Pour out hearts water to spin the wheel

Of how people really feel

Flood the scene and walk away

With a new flood brings a new day

DESCRIPTION:

"A New Day" is a poem by Robert Warren. Looking at what it means to give. It starts with realizing that no matter who you are that at some point you have taken from the world. It is a poem not focusing on the sorrow of taking but rather on the meaning of giving. It is a poem making you realize that everyone is alone until they choose not to be. Going from being inside to being outside is all a choice. You can tell a blind man that they can`t see, but they may tell you the mind can see far beyond that of any set of eyeballs. The act of being alone is done through emptiness. When you go towards communities of people, friends, family, whatever, it takes words to truly bond. Interacting takes at least two people. Collaboration changes people when a group decides to interact. The change may be small but that is until you really understand the individuals. Sometimes people may fall way down, but it takes falling way down to be able to be picked way up. -Robert Warren

PIECE:

Dynamite

Blow, blow, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1

Explosion which looks like sun

 Blown temper up and gone

Unable to belong

Come here, Come here said the water spout

And it blew water to temper it out

The fire was out and it could not blow

Because water made sure it so

Water was boiling and about to heat

When air began to seek

With the swoosh to save the rook

Saved the water from the cook

Eat said the cook to the people he speak

Enjoy your food to make you weak

But the evil cook was all wrong 

It was the food making people strong

Lighting that spark that blew peoples mind

How could fired up people be so kind

The fired up people were set to cast

Memories in others that could last

Memory lane can you recall

How the dynamite started it all?

The fire that blew up was unkind

But it had some things on its mind

The water that put it out began to broil

To rid the heat of turmoil

The cool air saved the rook

From the sins that is the cook

When eating, people actually got strong

Fire became right from an evil wrong

Memory now do you recall

How the dynamite started it all?

DESCRIPTION:

"Dynamite" is a poem by Robert Warren. Exploding from the get go; this piece examines how fire was the cause of all misery. Coming from an explosive temper this dynamite is ticking out of place because of the fire that lit it. This personified fire ideology is looked at to see how out of place a fire can be before something good can come of it. This fire goes from being this bad thing to something that was actually quite empowering. Looking at how watching out after one another makes a difference this piece eloquently is meant to demonstrate how good things can be from the things seeming bad or wrong in life. It is a way to study oneself on an idea of am I doing the right thing? Then begs the question, are the people around you doing the right thing and can you help them in achieving the right from what appears wrong? A piece that can touch on a variety of subjects is written for you, the reader to interpret it as you wish. Remember, dying is only a belief. Think about that. If you believe it is alive, you can create the unseen. Whatever is dead, whether it is a dead body, mind, heart, or soul; recollection and realization can raise the dead. That alone is the epiphany of a new beginning. -Robert Warren

"Whatever is dead, whether it is a dead body, mind, heart, or soul; recollection and realization can raise the dead. That alone is the epiphany of a new beginning."-Robert Warren