Your Subliminal Message, I Repel!

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A blank page is like a challenge,
it screams at me to speak,
And to look inside myself,
to find what makes me so unique.

I am a wonder and an enigma,
and not just muscle, tissue and bone.
There are depths that beg exploring,
to take a journey into the unknown.

The time for introspection,
is when I just can’t figure out,
what makes me who I am,
and what I think I know, I doubt.

Is there some fundamental flaw,
or a lack of fortitude,
that keeps me vacillating,
about what I do and what I should?

To all the questions in my mind,
am I looking for success,
as defined by a society,
with a perfectionist complex?

Your lies should not define me,
nor should you control my thoughts.
You keep me guessing and obsessing,
over my weight, my looks and my warts.

The outside has no substance.
It’s just an ever changing shell.
And when next I see my image,
your subliminal message, I repel.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

This one is about the need to stop identifying with a society obsessed with perfection as defined by said society via Hollywood movies, magazines and models. Real beauty is what is in your heart. The beauty of your heart should be more desirable than some image that has been displayed and upheld as, perfection. This is why we have lost sight of what is truly important. If we look inside ourselves and find that there are things that we can change about why we hate certain people or why we are cold and callous, then that is a good start. Beauty begins from within and if your heart is beautiful because you are caring, compassionate, empathetic, sympathetic, loving, kind and concerned about others, step in front of a mirror and that inner beauty is what you shall behold.

Will We Ever Wake Up?

I quite often find myself wondering why I write on social issues and about stories that are filled with people in despair and stories that are also controversial. I write them because life is controversial and for so many, filled with despair. It is not merely from reading the news that prompts me to write. I take a look around and see the despair, the hopelessness everywhere. It doesn’t matter if I’m in a big city or a rural area, I see the same look, the same expression. Being a sensitive person, seeing the suffering of others really moves me. I have often wished that I was a billionaire, not so that I could laze in the sun on some island paradise and order the most expensive champagnes and other fine wines and exotic foods, but so that I could do something totally useful with the money. Because let’ face it, love does not make the world go around. There’s not much of that left. Only money gets anything done. And so much is needed to get done and so much money is needed to get it done.

The donations that I give are just a drop in the bucket, not even noticeable because the need is so great. So many people are suffering. So many lack healthcare and the basic necessities of life. I think to myself, who do I feel more sorry for, people like me who knew of a time when life seemed so much more simpler than it does today or those who are born in this time and will never know what is only a pleasant memory for me. I believe that it is worse for me because it saddens me when I look around and see the selfishness, the materialistic nature of us, the fact that we care more about our things than we do each other. It is amazing that we have the technology that we have and instead of it being used for good, it is used to spread more hate, more quickly and continuously. It is unbelievable that we have the tools at our disposal to help one another by connecting instantaneously and yet, we bully people from across thousands of miles. We make assignations with people and then kill them. We shame former lovers who we think did us wrong by posting information about them on websites. We eat up what is fed to us on television and in movies. Young girls are starving themselves to look like models in magazines. Older women are submitting to the knife and the needle to keep old age at bay. We are innundated with ads that tell us what is beautiful and how much we should weigh, what we should wear, how we should style our hair. We make idols out of Hollywood gutter trash. We put them on pedestals and try and emulate them.

There is indeed something inherently wrong with us when we would rather hurt each other, hurl filthy words at each, fight with our own family members over statements made on a social website, than sit at a table and be glad we’re all together and alive. Whatever happened to family togetherness? When we have one person texting, another watching a movie, another one playing video games and all of this is happening while they’re eating dinner. While we are concentrated on our toys, on the passage of time, we pay no heed. And the beat goes on….