Author Archives: Sean King
The Best Kind (Freewrite)
The best poetry,
is the kind that’s poured
out of our hearts like libations
The kind that upholds truth
like African Griots
tracing their lineage back to ancient Kings
The kind that fights for the freedom
of the common man
like an unselfish King
who’s passion is giving freely to his people
The best poetry,
is the kind that sings the song of life
over the drumbeat of love
The kind that’s born from the place
where the beat of the heart
intersects with the rhythm of the soul
and the words Tango with our emotions
The kind that’s expressed
with the humble confidence
of a child of God,
driven by purpose
unwavering
relentless
dedicated
and embodied with truth
The best poetry,
is the kind that simply is…
pure
compassionate
hopeful
dreamy
strong
courageous
brave,
and loving
like a mother and her newborn
The best poetry,
is LOVE…
Beautiful sunrises
and breathtaking sunsets
LOVE…
Honeybees
and hummingbirds
LOVE…
Morning breath kisses
and nighttime prayers
LOVE…
just LOVE…
What kind of poetry do I like?
I like the kind that is
LOVE…
The Choice is Yours
When I was younger, I had some friends that always seemed to be happy no matter what was going on around them, and to be honest, I thought they were either being fake or very fortunate to never have bad things happen.
I also had friends that no matter what was going on around them always seemed to be down with a permanent frown. I always believed they were over dramatic and wondered how life could ALWAYS be as bad as they made it out to be?
After much observation and many days (sometimes years) of trying to dissect my friends (Lol), I realized that my happy friends were dealing with the same kind of issues as my unhappy ones. The difference being, they made a CHOICE to take it all in stride and to radiate happiness regardless of circumstance.
My melancholy friends on the other hand, always seemed as if they sought sadness. As if there was no one or nothing in this world that could cheer them up. Over time, I would learn that they too made a CHOICE to allow their circumstance to ruin their days and nights.
Now that I’m older, I realize that I must come across as that happy person that people think is happy because I live a privileged life. A life in which everything is perfect. Hopefully, the people who believe that will understand, as I came to understand, that HAPPINESS IS SOMETHING WE CHOOSE to be, or not to be.
Own your life
Choose your happiness
Radiate your love
Embrace your destiny,
This is the power God gave to us. ~ Sean King
Perspective
How could I look at all the beauty God has blessed me with and still have the audacity to think that something is wrong with my life? I can’t.
That’s the thing with people that enjoy privilege. We have the nerve to feel sorry for ourselves and to ignore our good health, healthy kids, loving family, supportive friends, transportation, job, medical and dental insurance, the roof over our heads, God, and even the fact that we woke up and have been given another opportunity to do something amazing with our lives.
Let me just say, I’m thankful I grew up how and where I grew up. Thankful I grew up around people doing good and doing bad. Thankful I’ve been exposed to life and death, that I’ve been able to see people clawing and fighting for their piece of happiness and to be around people who’ve been given the world on a platter and still find things to complain about. I’m thankful because I understand just how preposterous it would be for me to wake up and complain about my life as I stand in the light of all that I have been blessed with.
Sometimes we just need to change the way we see things, not the things that we see.
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