A Message from a Concerned Admirer

To the average.

Wait.

To all.

Wait.

To the human, aspiring to reach the destination in which life and its purpose graces the understanding of those that seek the answers to the questions asked.

To the average,

Those of the norm.

You will,

You will never know greatness.

Why you ask?

How about you ask better questions, like these:

What does it take to reach your aspirations? Your hopes? Your dreams?

Do you dare ask something that will allow you to see life above average?

Or will you coward and simply ask why?

…I’ll wait for your answer

Nothing huh?

I guess.

Nah, it is not enough.

I don’t believe you.

And that’s why you will never know what it means to be great.

Why? I will tell you.

Because the distinction you must make is the one you will never.

What is it?

What does it take? What should you do? What should you not do? Here is the answer.

The reality is.

The reason rather, that greatness will never grace your doorstep is because you can’t.

Wait.

You won’t.

Wait.

You can’t believe or fathom that greatness is you as you already are.

That the reality of your greatness is the very strength, and the more beautiful flaw of your being.

The reality that you are great scares you, it eludes you, it destroys as you only see yourself as your limitations.

This is to you.

The one that loves not themselves but the false one they hope to be.

This is to the graceless,

Those sucked of courage to love. to live. to prosper.

This is to you the average.

That fail to see the greatness in who they are.

At the end of this all I am saying is that you are great. Just be that and accept it.

-Something Said by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

Moment After the Storm

This is us.

To the carpet that caught the tears,

To the walls that felt the fist,

To the ears that heard the cries,

And the hope that suffered lies,

Know that this is us

This is us. The moment we prepared for.

This is us. The moment that we longed for.

I do not know the things that tomorrow will bring, or if tomorrow will ever come as people say, but today I know that I am.

If death were to reach my door, and knocked to say hello,

I could greet it with a smile and say I have lived accomplishing a life filled with purpose.

If death were to reach my door, and knocked to say hello,

I would say I have lived to see that struggle become my success,

My pain become my bullet proof vest,

And my-self defeating thoughts become my best friend leading me to becoming a better man.

If death were to reach my door, and knocked to say hello,

I would say Yes I am blessed for today I know without a doubt that I have and know a God, a family, and a friend who have been with me through thick and thin.

So to all of those who stayed, all that left, all that spoke in front and behind my back, to all those that didn’t understand, and to all of those that did, and to those that will do the things I just said. I say this.

Thank You.

This is us.

 – A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

My Rest Will Come

My rest will come once I am done the work I am called to do.

I ask for strength and the wisdom to know when to rest and when to push through the wall of limited human limitation.

I am in this to win not for myself, but for my future son who will bear the name of two great men, but for my future daughter who will bear the blood of a legacy of strong women.

Why don’t I rest?

I don’t rest because of the minds I can inspire,

I don’t rest because of the hopes I can ignite,

I don’t rest for in rest seconds, minutes, and hours for change will be tick-tock taken away.

I will rest only on those things that will prevent me from reaching my rest once my work is done.

I will only rest on those things that no longer need my attention.

I will rest on those things, so that I can complete the work I am called to do.

For only then my rest will come.

– A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

IT

I think not.

I am not.

Nothing but a bleak misunderstanding in the misunderstood understandings of a misunderstood world,

Void of all things self but everything of “It”.

“It”

“It” isn’t me but something else that shouldn’t exist within me,

It merely a protector of things that occur naturally.

The issue is I need “It” not anymore,

I need “It” no more than I need that glass or that flask.

I need self.

Self, which can be something in the mists of a bleak world,

A world that could be understood in the mist of the misunderstandings and distortions of the truth,

And a world that is void of everything with everything.

I can be. I am so. I think so.

– A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

In Times of Peril Stand Strong

Stand strong in times of peril,

The day will not wait for those who do not have courage,

To be a piece, a pawn and a king is to be more than that what must be protected.

Vision clear,

Smile at peace.

Your mind is your greatest ally.

Keep it strong,

Be fearless,

And let not even death dictate the magnitude of your steps.

You are in a league of your own,

Whole and complete.

The glasses that contain lenses to another possibility will not be worn until our children’s children’s children hear of your story in the 22 chapter of their textbook.

But know that even a butterfly can have an affect on the ripples of time, so don ‘t the overlook the actions of men and women,

Just Stand.

Stand strong in times of peril.

The day will not wait for those who do not have courage.

 – Something Said Like A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

Examined Life

If money were my only motivation, that would not be a life worth living…even if I examined it.

I am so happy that my utility is my own, and created within the rules of my reality in which I decide my wants, needs, and desires.

I am so happy that my reality is scalable and inclusive, so that others may create their desires with me.

You know, it is in the creation and within the possibilities that worth and the power of motivation can be brought to life.

Creating something to live for is achieved by finding the worth of living in the unknown.

The worth of living in the unknown, which is void of all things to be and only filled with things as they are and aren’t, is invaluable unless you decide to find the right value in it.

The unknown and us are the only things that are worth examining. If the unknown and us were my only motivation, that would be a life worth living…even if I didn’t examine it.

– Something Said Like A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

Accountant Please

We will all have to give an account for the lies we have convinced ourselves were true.

We will all have to give an account for our falsified doctrine purged in the flames of an internal misrepresentation of our opinions and deeply misunderstood nature about life.

We will all have to give an account for the hate we displayed,

We will have to give an account for words we didn’t say,

We will all have to give an account for our self-perceived righteousness

We will all have to give an account for our hypocrisy,

We will all have to give an account for the lives of our children, and children’s children,

We will all have to give an account for the lives that we ruined, for the standards we enforced that were unachievable and imaginary, We will all have to give an account for how we treat ourselves and each other.

The reality is…the check is already being cashed in, and the world is running on the bank.

The account has been pulled to be accounted for, and what is to be accounted for is our world.

Your welcome.

I am sorry.

 – Something Said Like A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

Matrix

I see that everything is good.

There is nothing in the Matrix.

Only thoughts and actions in response to what you create.

I see that everything is good.

There is nothing in the Matrix.

 – A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

 

An Aspect of Life

To Live…to Love…to Die…

To Give…to find…to Lose…to Choose.

An unknown undefined within the confinement of infinite possibilities is the boogie man.

To have truth and purpose is our greatest flaw.

To discern a truth…to create a truth…to belittle a truth…is our greatest curse.

However, in this also beauty,

That all of this can amount to our day.

At the end of it all it is all created by us.

…So…

Create to Live…to Love…To die…

Create to Give…to Find…to Lose…to Choose.

 – A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian

All I am Saying is that I Love You

“Wasn’t it better for me to choose than to decide…”

Her stare didn’t give the impression that she heard what she wanted to hear…what she needed to hear.

“All I am saying is that if I had to decide between two instead of millions…billions…that wouldn’t be romantic”

her stare didn’t give the impression that she heard what she wanted to hear…what she needed to hear.

“All I am saying is that if I was forced to decide between two with no options, and no ability to fully exercise my freewill would’t my decision not mean that much…?”

Her stare didn’t give the impression that she heard what she wanted to hear…what she needed to hear.

“All I am saying is that in the midst of finite infinite choices I could make I consciously,everyday with the full gift of freewill, choose the same choice…everyday…that is romantic…doesn’t that mean something?…shouldn’t you feel something.”

Her stare didn’t give the impression that she heard what she wanted to hear…what she needed to hear.

“All I am saying is that I am human. I acknowledge that at every moment, I could choose to listen to other options, I could choose to take another route…But in spite of all of that I choose one choice. You. I am not given two options to decide on, I have a vast unknown world filled with finite infinite options and possibilities.”

“All I am saying is that in spite of  being filled with unlimited capacities for good and evil, kindness and cruelty, honor and dishonor, love and hate, integrity and lack there of… I still choose that there will be one thing, one constant, one person in my life that will remain the chosen choice always. You.”

“All I am saying is that I can’t tell the future, for the future is only made in the present, so to say “always” is never a guarantee…but from my words and the vows we made, it is a guarantee but not.” 

“All I am saying is that in the midst of a growing world with finite infinite people I choose one. I do not decide, I choose. For in my choosing I am unlimited in all possibilities and not restricted by the results of a decision.”

“All I am saying is that when…”

Her stare didn’t give the impression that she heard what she wanted to hear…what she needed to hear.

“All I am saying…”

her stare

“All I am saying”

her stare

“All I need to say is that I love you and yes I will always love you. You are my one.” 

She smiles.

 – A Poem by Joel E. Ruffin Jr. – An Agoránian