If There Is A Chance, Take the Shot

Gone. Why are you so scared of being you.

Blind. You let this desolated world tell you who to be, what to do.

Liar. Your not afraid to fall, you’re afraid to succeed.

Skeptic. Intimidated by this ability you have to lead.

Fear. So daunted by all your devils.

Hesitation. Scared to reach your highest level.

Run. You poor victim of destruction.

Asleep. So blind to the truth that you’re the one causing the corruption.

Lost. How can you be so content with your invisibility.

Trash. Do you love this life of no responsibility?

Tears. I dont give a damn if you feel like crying.

Death. Get the hell up, lets keep this world from dying.

Sick. The heart of this earth is beating slow, it’s infected.

Unprepared. Time to get your heart and soul ready for the unexpected.

Destroy. Shatter that bowl of glass,

Subdue. That holds all your tears from the past.

Battle. Open your eyes, and prepare yourself for war.

Uncertianty. And know who you are before you open any door.

Even if there is only the slightest chance that we could change this world.

There is still a chance.

All I need is a chance, and I will take the shot.

I know its worth the shot.

Theres a chance.

Note to self.

I expect more from you.

I expect you toss the past in the trash and live every single moment in the present so that you can change your future.

I expect you to take your heart wherever you go, and nothing else (no regret, no doubt, no fear) – bury those feelings, you wont be needing them.

I expect you to stop eating yourself up; as you keep speaking negative things, you’re slowly washing away all the strength you’ve been building over the years.

I expect you to see the beauty in everything, and everyone; but, be aware of the bad.

I expect you to know who you are, and to keep your heart, and soul guarded.

I expect you to lead, and not follow.

I expect you to give everything you have, and take nothing more than you need.

I expect you to know nothing but love, and to love passionately.

I expect you to know that perfection does not exist, and to strive for nothing but pure greatness.

I expect you to want it more when you are told its impossible.

I expect you to take every step that you can towards changing this world.

I expect you to listen to nothing but your heart.

I expect you to laugh. I expect you to cry. And I expect you to smile at the idea that there is always something to smile about.

I expect nothing less than everything you can be.

I expect you to take the shot no matter how small the chance.

I expect more, because I know you have more.

-Blueyed Gypsy

The Bridge Of Scattered Thoughts

Friends grow into enemies as the days go on.
And everything you once thought to be true will be proved all wrong.
Always changing your thoughts to keep your thoughts off the truth.
Who’s next to get shot, what’s next on the news.
The idea of love keeps changing, you keep feeling alone.
No place to run to, no place to call home….

When did you start looking past.
When did you flip the hour glass.
When did you forget that day you questioned it all.
That day you let your walls fall.
The day you laid down on the earth and looked up to the stars.
The day you questioned what you are.
That day that you saw the overall truth.
That day you realized it was you….

 

Abundance, its there if we wish, if we please.

What if we could have all we ever wanted if it was exactly what we’d need.

There is so much more light than what we are still able to see.

It was taking from us by the time we were three.

We are no mistake, we belong, we are every reason.

We control the days, the song, we control the seasons….

At the same moment that I exist as nothing, I exist as a part of everything.The person that you know me as is not who I really am and the person that I really am, I am still working to become.
The life I have for so long been preparing for is the life that I am now preparing to let go of. I am finding that all these things that were once so important to me are now things that I find myself only hanging on to because of the memory of their importance..

These things that we long to posses. These things that we fight for, that we kill for. These things that have caused so much hatred and anger. Judgement and fear… All these things created by man. We are made to believe/ we convince ourselves that we need these possessions in order to live simple, to live happy… to live a sustainable life. We rely on these possessions, these rules, and these limits that we ourselves created.
Some part of us is certain we would fail without them and because of that we do. We do not know unlimited abundance because we are sleeping within the allusion that it does not exist. This world that we live in has not given justice to the abilities of man. The things that we are capable of doing are far beyond what we are even able to comprehend! It is sad that we hand our power and energy to the things that would not even be here without us. And because of that, the magic within us has faded.

People keep saying that I am changing, but you see… I have already changed. Now, I am rewinding, going back to the beginning. Back to love.

The base of all creation is love. We were made through an act of love.

We are love and love is everything in existence.

I know this to be true. With everything I have inside of me, I know this.

With every breath that I take, I will breathe this. With every song, I will sing this.

With every movement, I will dance this and with every word, I will speak this.

Because this is what I believe to be true. And it is true to me because I believe it.

My words are scattered — my thoughts just the same — as I walk forward on this bridge from the city to the forest.

Here’s to the journey,

-Zena Sol

All photos taken by Impulse Photography

Love is life

Love is not a act or feeling. It does not come and go or fade over time. Love is a state of being. Love is life.

Truth is

Truth is no matter where I am, I am longing to be someplace different. Then when I am there, I want so badly to go back or go forward. What is wrong with me? Why do I find it so hard to just sit and soak up the beauty around me? Why must I keep moving at all times, why must i keep thinking of something new? Why can’t I just be silent. Be still. Listen

Truth is, no matter where I am there is always this feeling that something is missing. A feeling that something is out there that is still waiting to be discovered…

Truth is that i am always fighting to rid of my alter ego. The selfish, judgmental, and depressing being that dwells somewhere deep inside me.

Truth is, I have steel walls, burning fires and wild storms built up all around my core. Truth is, what you see in me is simply the person I am fighting so hard to be.

Truth is, I would hate to disappoint.

Truth is, even if my life was perfect, I would still feel some sort of pain. Maybe I enjoy the pain. It’s what drives me. It’s just enough to keep me fighting to be better. This little bit of darkness inside me that comes from no certain moment is what keeps me smiling, keeps me giving, and keeps me loving every day.

I will give until its easy to give, I will smile until its easy to smile, and I will love until its easy to love. Truth is, I will do all these things for the rest of my life because it will never be easy, but it will always feel right.

Truth is, I’m not okay with who I am.
Truth is, I’m so far from good enough.
Truth is… I’m trying
And I will keep on trying until I find the truth

This post is scattered, unedited, and imperfect. This is me.

The Wheel Keeps on…

Everything we are is because of all we have been.

Our present is a reflection of our past,

And our future will reflect our present.

Every moment that has happened created this moment,

And this very moment is creating the next.

There is no such thing as time.

There is no such thing as nothing.

There is no such thing as something.

There just is…

Everything is connected.

Everything is now.

Just Be…

This post is dedicated to Alexa and Josh. Thank you for all your love that you have shown my family and all the guidance in helping me gain knowledge of what is true. I feel I have learned so much just from the little time I have known your family and I am forever grateful.

Infinite Love,

Blueyed Gypsy

Vanity

A zoo within a zoo, cages within a cage.

Smile when they look at you, bottle up your rage.

How long must she pretend that her life has any meaning.

Her towers of materials are at the stage of leaning.

Made to seem so beautiful, made to catch your eye.

Made to keep you working until the day you die.

Every day, she lives the same day as her last.

Her present is her future, her future is her past.

She sits, still, as you touch that shiny bell dangling from her neck.

Do not be afraid, her beak is trimmed, she cannot peck.

This life is all she’s ever known, feathers of beauty cover her clipped wings.

She has never flown, she knows not what that even means.

But from the sky she saw the road and felt the wind, in her dreams.

Grew up in that cage of gold, told that she was free.

Her whole life being the perfect mold, until she saw that key.

Though her wings were broken, she decided she must fly.

She could no longer live like this, she could not live a lie.

Is it not true that a act of love made her grow from a simple seed.

Is it not true that to sustain a life love is the base of all you need.

All she has been told she needs she doesn’t need at all.

So what she did, she gave it all back, leaving her bare and raw.

She does not need man-made light, she will simply follow the moon.

She does not need the little heat lamp, the sun will be out soon.

Now that she knows the truth she feels she must tell the rest.

And though all will not listen, she will always try her best.

In hopes that one day the rain will end, and she will see a rainbow.

And all the little seeds she has planted will suddenly start to grow.

And a bundle of beauty will multiply from the those seeds that she has sown.

And they will help her carry that cage she was once locked in to the land of the unknown.

And all will be free.

And all will be free of vanity.

Today, I declare.

Today, I declare myself different.

I know that i’ve been selfish and impatient.

Recently my work has been plainness

But today, I will begin making greatness.

Today I make a promise,

To fight, to love, to strive.

To live every day that I am alive.

Today, I declare myself ready.

Ready for the universe to take me.

Take me wherever it is I should be.

Take my soul to a place where it can live free.

Or leave me here if this is where I should be.

Lead me down the right road.

I know that I will never be alone.

If I dare forget this one day,

I will read this again – I will find my way,

My way back to this life

Where I decide what is right,

And I create my own light.

There is a chill running deep inside,

Ahead of me, a great journey resides

Ive lived the normal life

And now I am done.

Im ready to sleep beneath the moon, and work under the sun

Im ready for the truth, whats left in the world.

Whats left that is real, that hasn’t been shifted or curled.

No, I don’t have wings, and I am not a shape shifter.

But I’ve got magic in my dreams, and a history of a drifter.

I am not afraid to leave it all behind.

I am not afraid to cross the line.

Today I declare. I am ready for it all.

Throw me in the air and have faith I will not fall.

If ever I am lost, I will look to the moon.

I am so ready to go, I hope I leave soon.

-BG

Own Your Own Soul

The moon, it came to me in a dream,

to tell me what was real. He said,

“life is not at all what it seems,

jump off the hamster wheel.

Don’t let your eyes be filled with doubt

by all this man-made light.

Bulbs will soon burn out,

but I will shine forever bright.

Finally posting my Blue Moon picture(:

You poor soul, don’t you see the plan

They are using hope to control this land.

They give you light so you fear the dark.

Keep you from knowing so a fire will not spark.

You are given an umbrella so you hide from the rain.

I love the rain<3

Put the umbrella aside, drench your face and mane.

Look up to the sky, call upon your soul.

It will burn bright, it will never turn to coal.

Do not be afraid when you are left alone in the night.

Do not run away when you see rain clouds in sight.

You are made of color, you are not black and white.

You don’t have to conform to the pattern of this life.

My moonlight, for you, will always be peeking.

On the day I am New, the stars will be speaking.

Now I will give you the answer straight forward and true.

The light you’ve been seeking is right inside of you.”

Love always,

Blueyed Gypsy