Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more;
And all good things are yours.
Swedish Proverb
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.
Eleanor Roosevelt
My personal trials have taught me the value of unmerited suffering. As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways that I could respond to my situation: either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force.
Martin Luther King, Jr
Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy.... Formulate and stamp indelibly on your mind a mental picture of yourself as succeeding. Hold this picture tenaciously. Never permit it to fade. Your mind will seek to develop the picture. Do not build obstacles in your imagination. Do not be awestruck by other people and try to copy them. Nobody can be you as efficiently as you can.
Norman Vincent Peale
If you look to others for fulfillment,
you will never be fulfilled.
If your happiness depends on money,
you will never be happy with yourself.
Be content with what you have;
rejoice in the way things are.
When you realize there is nothing lacking,
the world belongs to you.
Lao Tzu
If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.
Nora Roberts
Experience is not what happens to you;
It is what you do with what happens to you.
Aldous Huxley
When one door closes another door opens;
But we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door,
that we do not see the ones which open for us.
Alexander Graham Bell
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Victor Hugo
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G.E. Wilson 2005
Letting Go
What do you do when your spirit has lost the will to live?
And the windows to your Soul are glazed with a misty sheen of vacancy?
What do you do when your heart beats rapid, but not for love?
And when every magnificent sunset fails to stir emotion?
What do you do when endless sighs are all that you breathe?
And the laughter has turned to tears?
What do you do when love turns to hate?
And the spring in your step now ambles a sluggish trail?
What do you do when you no longer hear the song of a bird?
But the voices in your mind that tell you to give up?
What do you do?
You seek help!
Poetry
Such Demons
An innocent child untouched by man's immoral affliction'
Walks naively through the realms of infancy.
A virginal mind exposed to the trappings,
A gullibility to consume such brutal lashings.
Tender is the heart so young,
Callously soiled by those who claim, to love her.
Abused by those who say they care, yet infect the mind with vermin,
Who so plans the nemesis of life determined.
A definite sense of apathy spans a face unblemished,
The blameless smile endures a lasting disguise, yet deep within lies a pain unrecognized.
She learns fast, a hurt concealed,
From love neglect, a cast iron shield.
Mask the wounds they will subside,
Yet surface to haunt, with a seething vengeance pride.
Such Demons,
Fail to hide.
‘Such Demons fail to hide’….
(This is why some of us need therapy. )
Rejection
An innocent child born unto my mother cries for Daddy to give her a chance,
Look into those eyes so pure, never once, a registered glance.
Aching for attention, she pleads a desperate cry,
Acknowledge that you love me, if not, then pray tell why.
Held high on a towering pedestal, she treasured his very presence,
Worshiped the ground he walked on, in the word of every essence.
She loved him as she joyfully played,
Each night beside her bed she prayed.
Ever in vain
She loved him through the dead of night, a peaceful sleep of calm,
Loved him in the daylight hour, longing for his arms.
A deprived little girl longing for Daddies affection,
Suffering the bewilderment of illogical rejection.
Deserted by sibling partiality standing alone in silent defeat,
No will for vengeful rivalry she rebels into silent retreat.
Now a woman of maturity stepping forward to face insecurity,
A quest for peace of mind from a cycle so viciously unkind.
The message to her father, so clear and blatantly bold,
Wondering yet, how could he be so impassively cold?
Now he speaks of a love for his daughter, yearning for redemption,
Lost and scarred are her childhood years from this love, he failed to mention.
G.E. Wilson 2006
G.E. Wilson 2005
G.E. Wilson 2005
The Nobles
Majestic scenes escape the minds that bear a heavy burden,
Reflections of the naked souls, that hide behind a curtain.
A struggle through the vines of life, portrayed upon the starving walls,
Their agonies embedded, midst the vanity of regal halls.
Absorbed by glossy eyes, a misconstrued perception painted,
Their genius untouched, reveals a masterpiece untainted.
G.E. Wilson 2005
Humanity?
Upon my solitary throne I sit at peace,
and watch the world at large.
A heavy sigh I breathe,
for those that cannot see beyond their armored camouflage.
With a sense of realism so incomplete,
Wrapped in a carapace of troubled conceit,
Rapacity and selfishness, uncompassionate mortals observing life,
Through misty portals.
No time to give, to lend a helping hand,
Benevolence from within seems so contraband,
A cry for help falling helpless on deaf ears,
a blind eye turned ignores the tears.
People with famine starve in far off regions,
Sickly ill with open lesions,
Conflicts through religious protest,
Wars of oppression, greed and repression.
Victims of abuse.
Beatings endured by an uncontrolled behavior,
With little in life, left to savor,
Traumatized and tortured through a fear to escape,
Prolonging the severity of identity rape.
Diseased riddled individual’s writher quietly in pain,
The filthy rich they have no shame,
While the poor sustain a struggle incessant of their needs,
As a child lay dying from a heart that bleeds.
Children of the night with no place to go,
No mommy, no daddy do they know,
No shelter from the turbulent storm,
No vital aid for modest reform.
The mentally ill suffer a painful tolerance,
From the menacing voices that plague their conscience,
Relying on drugs to maintain their sanity,
Whatever became of love and humanity?
(Lending a voice to the truth of those who cannot or choose not to see.)
G.E. Wilson 2005
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Growth
Existing in a land of grim oblivion, corrupt from the scars of life,
Naked daydreams reflect upon a present state of consciousness and strife.
Depression lurks, while darkened clouds emit a shadow over the desperate soul,
Splintered thoughts of a dejected philosophy curb to a silent anger,
That devours the tender spirits goal, while a barren mind digests
Every aching moment, of survival.
Imprisoned and chained by the negative state of despondency and oppression,
A supraliminal erosion of self satisfaction dominates the regression.
Forgotten is the destiny I chose.
The habitual discovery of life from which the Soul matures,
As the cruel ascendance of pain encompasses a weary spirit,
Deluding of all cures, anxiety and stress seep undetected from my pores,
Favoring demented suicidal thoughts to conceal confrontation,
Cowardly starving the soul of enlightened elevation.
Forgotten, is the destiny I chose.
Each and every obstacle a stagnant reminder of a trivial existence,
Met with the seemingly turbulent unknown, while destiny a waits.
Fractured, worn, and torn, from the deceptive onslaughts of pain my joyful spirit awakens. Twisted attempts of destruction make way for positive fulfillment, and powerful acceptance forsaken.
Fear not, such lessons of life.
Poetry and written expression allows us to unleash some of our inner emotion. We write best when we are in pain. One of the best forms of self therapy is to write down what you are feeling inside, whether through poetry or journaling. Not only are you "Getting it out" but you feel a sense of achievement. Feel free to share your poetry with us by sending it to: contact@unveilingthestigma.com
G.E. Wilson 2006
The World of Silence and The Silence You Shame
The world is full of abusers
The minority are here to be abused by you
Mustn’t disobey
Mustn’t tell
Or you will be abused by others
In the name of
Love, care, help or treatment
It’s not the real abusers
That create the worse reasons to be silent
It’s you and what you do
That creates the world of shame and silence
I must be ready
I have spoken out
Even in words
When they read this
They will come and abuse me again
Maybe it’s my fault after all
Maybe you’re right and I’m wrong
That’s a shame
or
Is it shame?
You decide
Shall I be silent?...
Like before
By John Harrison
The Game
It’s a good game you’re all playing
Your all going to get what you want
No matter what I do
The problem is I’m not a participant
I am the game
Play well for you can never lose
The game is not with me
It is me
It must be good to play
Knowing you will always win
don’t worry
Me… my life… it is the game
I congratulate you all
It’s a game everyone
Seems to know and play so well
I await you or their next turn
The next throw of the dice
To see what it may bring for me next
A game like any other
Winners and losers
They must be mindful of this game
As with all games it will end
But there are always other games
Now before and in the future
Some play and don’t even know it
But the dice is thrown none the less
Some know and enjoy
I live in the knowledge
Life is no game
Those that treat it like one
I have no time for
But the players are always there
Everywhere you go
So play the game
Play it well
But hope that you will always be a player
And not the game itself
Like me. Like us
The game
By John Harrison
The Meaning
Indeed, my friends we have all felt the pain,
The torment, the sorrow, the heartache untamed.
Endured the misery of parental neglect,
Through the eyes of a child compelled to accept.
Inferior consequence manifesting the reality,
Suffering the burden of basic vitality.
Precariously hiding behind the doors of perception,
Damaging the ability of a greater projection.
Abandoned young to face a world solitary blinded,
Saddened by divorce now a family divided.
Uplifted roots, no home or belonging,
An empty feeling from a sheltered longing.
The pain of love one has felt in quantum leaps,
Carried the heart fractured through malicious feats.
A gaping void from a beloved laid to rest
The remorseful guilt of words shyly suppressed.
Through desperation to conceal the pain,
Addicted tendencies ascend with binding shame.
Inconsiderate diversions create deceptive excuses,
Trapped in a mind frame, of wasted uses.
Those we love, we have hurt through insecurities,
Felt the ricochet of karmic impurities.
Our blood has boiled with rage and fierce question,
A static reminder of ones choice imperfection.
Attacks of anxiety have shortened the breath,
A mind troubled deep, with notions of death.
Challenging concepts adhere the mentality,
Forceful persuasions with perplexed calamity.
Some have bid farewell to mother earth,
Lessened the value of their own self worth.
Each hurdle faced with bitter seclusion,
Lost in a zone of remote illusion.
Plummeting deep into a pool of darkened symmetry,
Fighting with life, for a sense of sensibility.
With shadows of doubt probing the surface
A bright light awaits, to exile such curses.
Indeed, we combat these hurdles through the years,
With spontaneous relapse to analysis our fears.
Though painful and trying, these tests of courageous skill,
They deliver a course of adventurous will.
Bringing wisdom with each battle of defeat,
We advance forth to a celestial retreat.
In conclusion, they shape our existence beyond ambition,
Furnish our souls with an enlightened mission.
FINDING ME...
I cannot express the jumble in my brain
The hectic thoughts a continual drain
The churning feeling deep inside
An uneasy sense of red alert that makes me want to hide
My legs feel like they are about to drop
My head is busy oh so busy, refusing to stop
Pain down my neck and tension in my shoulders
Little obstacles look like mighty boulders
Body so tired and weary
Eyes staring blankly all teary
Where can I find me?
By Kate Swift
My mind is like a stormy sea
My thoughts crashing back and forth like waves
There is no peace
My mind is like a whirlwind
Spinning round and round making me dizzy
There is no peace
My mind is like a tornado
Destroying and unsettling all in its path
There is no peace
My mind is like a car in the dark with no headlights
Not knowing which way to turn next
There is no peace
My mind is like the sky before sunrise
Waiting for the light to illuminate the darkness
& peace to rise again.
By Kate Swift
Why face the world this morning?
Because the promise of a new day is dawning
Because those whom you love want you in there day
The clock still ticks and things to be done wont go away
Because if you stay in bed you save it all up for tomorrow
Then harder the task and more hopeless the sorrow
Live it for someone else if you don't want to live it for you
Press on in the darkness, press on until the light comes shining through.
By Kate Swift
