Panorama

By Javier Rhoden

Panorama is a collection of thought-provoking poetry that promises to take you on an unforgettable journey of self-discovery. With each turn of the page, you will explore life from different angles and immerse yourself in an array of emotions that will leave you feeling inspired and enlightened. Through the lens of vivid imagery and metaphors, author Javier Rhoden offers a bird's eye view of the world, giving you a broader perspective on human experiences. Whether you're seeking solace or simply looking for a mental escape, Panorama is the perfect companion to take you on an uplifting voyage of the heart and mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Javier Rhoden
• Release date: Mar 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798224971565

Javier Rhoden

This was the introduction to my spirituality and learning how to do things for myself. The extension of help I gift to others could only come from the capacity in how I’ve helped myself. It was then, I understood that as a human, experiences were needed for growth and this growth can only sprout from branching out of my comfort zone. At the end of it all, I wanted to build something more meaningful by planting seeds from the darkness of life, to watch it grow and spread among different people, thus generating light. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will die one day and in no way, would I want there to be any regret for making the same decisions the masses believed to be the right ones, meanwhile neglecting my gift as the last choice. After all, the goal in this life, my life, is to express this consciousness healthily.

Book preview

[intro]

someone who reveals insight on their life

can restrain you from making obtuse choices

walks of life are anthologies

for deconstruction, to enhance reconstruction

without reserves or means to withdraw

this is how to grow in omission from regrets

in living how you choose, absent apologies

without additives of sugar, open the mind to overstand

words weren’t materialized to offend, poetry

was creation to take whatever you can

from penned perspectives, to think and feel for yourself

this body of work is to inspire skulls in question with life

an artist must bring the world to their universe for it to become theirs

it’ll never adapt to one with billions of people

transmitting circles of psychological circumstances

not everyone construe visions seen on earth to pierce illusions

change comes from set examples, not undiscerning opinions

never become this tornado of presumption, remember

the world outside your head is vastly different

from one coveted within

while on erth, remain down to earth.

no matter appliances of hard work

success remains brittle, learn to be humble beforehand

difference between self-love and arrogance

is learning how to crawl out of quick sand

don’t hate yourself when called out, self-love remains coachable

it isn’t narcissism, if others benefit positively

from support in your jazz band, every soul has a platform

to build dreams with their own two hands

it’s mindset to not stay depressed, even when oppressed

the frame of mind is never stressed

negativity a sucker, positivity the nurturer

it’s self-reliance over codependence, not perfection

improvement of self is investment on worth

responsibilities are planted seeds from it

the last to grow on trees are fruits

don’t allow toxicity to brew

don’t follow trends to gain friends, there’s always a bargain

truly discern what’s being thrown to your blend

know when explanations should be gifted, know who deserves silence

descriptions cannot decrypt you without knowledge of history

as in his-story, hence why

life remains a mystery, see how to break it down

to two words for simplicity, closing e to o

for it to become my-story

with parables to motivate you through other narratives

don’t be phased by judgment if you’re the push

behind every move, life becomes a journey

once you progress in its groove

excrescence.

parents resided in aftermaths of divorce

you faded to rooms of unconcern

a world in combustion before comprehension

unbalanced and destructive, a fragile mind in rupture

partook in worship every sunday, but would be in brawls by monday

not turning another cheek resulted to a praying mother

forever grateful, but those moments felt like nothing was done

when situations demanded action, interaction was slacking

only to eavesdrop later, it’s impossible to converse with my son

invasion of space meant he got interactive

stubbornness mixed with hostility to outgrow familial apostasy

to lessen escalation of issues

home wasn’t where diseased hearts resided

it was where unsteady energy rested, this

a kind of bondage to specialize in keys

to speak secrets like grounded wordsmiths

had much to say but no one understood, always in the wrong

parents were programmed to believe youth to be ignorant, this

a glue to trap you in inner bankruptcy of dependency

despite engagement delivering inconsistency

these were cycles of hurt, to teach new meaning to ignorance

by observing those in presence of knowing

yet choosing to ignore what was seen

like a mother who denied responsibility

in saying something one day with after effects, only to deny it the next

to be called delusional was manipulation to hide stench of regret

like an older sibling who gave impressions of caring

but chose blinders in dire circumstances

initiative was out of production, yet it was questioned

why they weren’t confided in

you were disposed of due to grudges

held on because of something they did to you

if loyalty didn’t recognize blood, who won’t they abandon?

fake love penetrates deeper than hate

this was implant of unsolicited emotions

to make you feel crooked in what’s spoken

conditional terms dismantled religion

to dysfunction in spoils of hypocritical unions

exchanging one family for another, manifested as spirituality

a man in compromise of himself awaits death

personal development is resurrection from the dead

in environment of emptiness

levels of understanding shouldn’t be martyred

for sake of saving perspective of another

this is why no matter how old one may age

mindsets remain childish

people will refuse to revise their concepts

these are ones to love from afar

when their denial begin to travel unpaved roads

leave them to demises of cramped feet

use introspection as fire to purify toxicity

there comes a time happiness becomes settlement in peace

for no longer being bothered

so learn to go your own way

better father.

a child wants to pave his own way

talents are keys to success, what if

parents were carbon monoxide to invade

the very air you breathe?

it’s understood they know better by experiences

but no two perspectives are similar

what worked for them may not work out for you

it’s why you grind differently to ensure you reach new altitude

they think it’s useless attitude when behavior shows defiance

scopes of vision remain linear but your spirit is rather granular

they’re suffocating you in their beliefs entwined with the next person

unaware they gave birth to as your own individual

doubt your ideas so they push for you to have a different plan

what if expression in this world was all you had?

they’re bounded by time, the same shackles to entrap feet and hands

now you’re going by their clock

as opposed to what’s ticking internally

a child who knows no better but you learn of yourself

better than anyone else

am i wrong to believe there should be mutual respect?

what’s worthwhile won’t show itself quickly

it could all make a u-turn swiftly

all eggs in one basket, so you have no regrets

before laying in a casket

yet their way

their way is set in stone from what they’ve been told

unaware they’re the very blemish upon your soul of gold

would i be wrong to desire being a better father

who held his son accountable