The Pied Piper Effect - By Paul B. Peddie

Imagery of crowded streets, uniformed individuals walking plotted concrete. Frozen in time while the protagonist floats around free.

Imagery I've seen a thousand times or maybe less, but imagery I've only understood to another level, minutes ago, or maybe less. Emotional wrecks, minds filled with futile thoughts, Pied Piper effect singing and dancing to their death.

A life entangled in materialistic thoughts and deceptive regime, hard labour to ensure they're constantly going downstream. Fable rewards, plastic achievements, competitive lifestyle, life without meaning.

Hanging onto faith, no hand free to catch hold of their life, wasted days, wasted nights. Foreign thoughts ridiculed, even when matched with systematic programs exposed to be leading the masses to impending doom. Proud fools, perspectives few, enormous egos, living tools.

Who then to save me but myself and I, floating freely through the carcasses, or as someone once said, the walking dead.
Eating the flesh of their kind, using their version of the Pied Piper effect to help pronounce another's death.

Filling my lungs until I breath my last breath, acquiring what I can for this life or the next. Cutting my own path, breaking free from the Pied Piper's effect.

May 29, 2017.
By Paul B. Peddie

The Abandoned Tiara - By Paul B. Peddie

I could've told you everything you wanted to hear, but I thought so much more of you and so I tried to tell you all you needed to.

Didn't turn out how I hoped it, but I would've done it just the same, set you free and you came back to me again, not sure what it meant, but I surely remembered how it felt.

If I was to have you, I wanted you to myself. I just wanted you to know me, I mean, there are parts of me I don't even know myself. You swore you fell in love, but I knew that was just the effects of the sex expressing itself, I wish we got a little further, for only then you'd see, that not only through the artwork that transports my soul, but love oozes through every aspect of me.

I wanted you in the mind frame of a Queen, for only then would you understand my stance as a King. See a Queen needed noone, she would've fought her battles and waited to be rescued by her King, it's either of two things, you didn't wait, or I just wasn't him.

Captivated by my body, you didn't get a chance to fully see my mind run free, kept it 100 even when I knew my words would cut deep, but what better way than to truly express myself, sugar coating never  helps, why advertise only my sweetness, if the "sour" parts are inevitably gonna show themselves.

Journey on Queen, the only thing constant is change, so I won't beg you not to, just that In all you do, choose the paths best for you, and if again our paths should cross, I hope it'll be as electrifying as our last.

By Paul B. Peddie  
May 27, 2017.

Like a rose - By Paul B. Peddie.

Like a rose in a garden of different flowers, concerned of her thorns, because not all possess them, unsure of how she'll rise above the rest and bloom bright, but as if it's in her DNA she knows she can, so she presses on.
If only it was as easy as a conversation or a song to flowers to help them grow,  I'd tell you beautiful,  that your thorns along with your natural beauty is what makes you a cut above the rest, continue on your rise no matter how fast or slow it might seem, and you'll see beautiful rose,  that you'll rise through the concrete if your heart so pleases.
I'd sing you the most beautiful song, every morning, all night long, and watch you grow, for you're definitely a beauty I'd hate to miss. Inside out, as beautiful as they all say and far beyond, for they see not the depth of your beauty.
I'm sure they see that your lips are indeed like the inside of a rose, and privileged the few who actually got to taste this truth,  but have they taken the time to examine your heart, your beautiful mind, and your appreciation for your heart's desires when given the chance to be yourself?
Days after you've gone I still smell your fragrance around, sometimes I wonder if I should let you wear my crown, a garden with you as the centerpiece, a garden that would always bring me adventure, pleasure, a peaceful ambiance, love in her own way, ease.
Beautiful, continue to grow, continue to give your young roses shade, this is my conversation, this is my song, should I not be able to sing to you every morning, or all night long. Your fragrance will be with me, our electrifying kisses, the warth of your hug, the way your body reacted to my every touch.
Beauty like a rose, I'm glad the day life led me to your garden, and what blossomed after your eyes met mine.

By Paul B. Peddie
May 19, 2017.

Our Truths - By Paul B. Peddie

Got this quote from a movie I watched, and my mind ignited when I heard it. "Our truths" are below it :P

"Belief is half of all healing, belief in the cure and belief in the future to come. So you must be careful in where you put it,  and in whom."

We must accept our truths, for sometimes holding onto our beliefs can only lead to our own demise. Set aside all you believe and realize what is evident, if what is evident is the same as your beliefs it will reveal itself without your involvement, without your opinion. Our opinions doesn't hold up against our truths, our opinions change with our perspectives, our truths never really change, but continue on to be what they are, our truths. We can wrap them in the finest cloths our minds have to offer, but no matter for how long, once that cloth is removed, our truths will be the same. It is merely a waste of our precious time unless we have accepted our truths, and once we've done that, our beliefs are seen for merely what it can be, a comfort to our truths. Whether we were deceived or formed our own beliefs, our truth remains the same, and in the end, if our demise comes at the hand of our beliefs, it will matter not how they were conceived, our truths will be the same, and we will have only ourselves to thank or maybe to blame, for the ending of our truth. It matters not how we reach the end of our roads, it is ourselves who make the journey, and evidently ourselves who take us to the end of whichever road we finish. Acknowledge and accept your truths, do not mistake them for your beliefs, grab hold and make the best of your truthful journey.

By Paul B. Peddie
May 11, 2017.

I Want To Be Free - By Paul B. Peddie

I am just a child, why can’t I live free? Free from hunger, free from abuse, free from poverty… I want to be free! Free to be all I can be.
Why can’t I fear normal stuff, like the monsters under the bed, things in my head? Instead, I fear monsters like Uncle Fred, my pastor Mr. Brown and my teacher Mr. Ned. I want to be free to speak, not because I’m small means my voice has to be weak.
I want to be heard, I want to have an opinion! I want to enjoy my days as a youth and then live till I’m old without my life being taken by someone who thinks they’re big, bad and bold.  I don’t know my father although I wish I did, but brother, uncle, cousin, I need your guidance and knowledge, so teach me to make a kite instead of letting me hold a gun and teaching me how to fight.
I need a role model, a mentor, a father, an outstanding individual, someone I can recline upon. And even if I can’t have that, I need a mother that is strong, a firm individual who will wup me when I’m wrong.
I want to play, I want to smile, give a little trouble, and play in the dirt for a while… I want a chance to grow, get a chance to get a good education, be a doctor, a lawyer, or even act in a show… Please, if I’m wrong I don’t mind getting scold but don’t let it be abuse, don’t hit me with anything your hands can hold, that’s cold…
Hug me and tell me you love me, keep me warm whenever I get cold. Tender love and care, all the attention in the world, that’s what I need, tell me you’ll give it, say you swear!!! I am just a child and I want to be free, so please, let me?
By Peddie
November 2, 2009.

No Price tag - By Paul B. Peddie

"How much is it? I wish you'd tell me the truth." She said, "happiness paid by love, honesty, truth..." I signed up because I thought this was perfect for me, see once I used to feel so unfortunate, so poor, without means of acquiring happiness I was bound to die a loner for sure.

Yet with time and self appreciation, with sights seen from my own eyes and not from the societal shades owned by everyone around me, I saw that I had what I truly needed, and that I was indeed rich, qualified, ready for love and to be loved since a tender age...

She listed the requirements and I ticked them off with glee, for once in my lifetime it sounded like someone was actually choosing me. See I had not the glits nor the glams, I had all that love required, except one key thing created by man, and apparently when that is missing, all applications run void...  It's not like I hid it, it was there for all to see, so I wondered what she truly wanted, apparently to fulfill a partial fantasy.

It seems the least of the union was indeed her greatest need, see it brought what she truly wanted, acceptance in the eyes of the masses, love portrayed not lived, love posed not candid.

After my world emotionally came crashing down, I dug through the rubble and found my crown. See somewhere in the midst, I lost my self worth, I'm a prized possession, chasing an extention of happiness, disregarding the main source.  

I found that it wasn't money, nor the lack thereof, but it was everything else I had to offer that made me such a catch, and those who lost me quickly found it to be true, that you can't put a price tag on happiness if it's really to be true.

And so I bask in my own company, enhancing my own traits, for whenever true love surfaces, it'll never seem too late, for I mastered the art of "Me" and in that time got my validate. First I erased the figure, then I tore that price tag off and chucked it in the trash. I'm a prized possession, and I decided never to settle for less once I learned that.

By Paul B. Peddie
May 4, 2017.