O.K The beat The pulse Djembe carries the message. Tells me to take wings and fly. the pulse the beat carries healing to reach to teach and to preach. secrets hidden secrets forbidden buried under the lies. The pulse the beat given to me continues the story carried deep down in the bowels of my secret place. I feed on it whoosh I feel it whoosh. faster Each strings tells a story a symphonic legacy. Faster now the urgency... Ok enter.
Author: Simone
Loves to tell and hear untold stories about people, places and experiences!
Abort!
Abort The bud that threatens to bloom is no more From the efforts of foes have come its foeticide no more. "Abort!" they say save your life. Do not go down with the ship! In terror it cries at the fear of not seeing the light of not inhaling the toxic fumes that slowly kills and maims. The fault is too wide to cross or hide the unpardonable sin. So we heap sin on sin to over us in so no one can see we sinned. A foolish thought born of a desperate heart to right a wrong by doing more wrong. I turned to Time to ask Him to be kind But a piece of my soul He said was, "mine". I must decide whether to walk the blank or swim in my own filth. to take a leap accept defeat and abort abort abort!
It’s Your Time
It's Your Time Don't wait Time won't allow you to stop and look around. wait for you to get ready. Now is all you have. Don't wait to be led by those better than yourself. There is no one who can give you the promises no Moses to take you to the edge of the Promise Land. Don't wait for the perfect thing yet unnamed unseen unreal. Touch what is there until it turns from water into wine, bread from stone. Don't stop, to smell those roses they are rotting grab them from the stem in full bloom take them with you - then crush the to keep them alive forever like a memory that never dies. Stretch those once useless limbs until they grab and squeeze the juice you need to sustain you. Do be fearless and true, in all that you do, to slay your Goliaths.
I want to Be MORE Imperfect
I found myself reflecting on some wild expectations I previously had. I never said and would never admit it, but all my life I have worked hard at being perfect. Based on circumstances beyond my control and because of those circumstances being beyond my control, I have tried to do the right thing, to be what others said I was. However, the more I try the harder I fell and failed. I trying to be perfect I have taken countless Ls.
So, I have decided not to try anymore. I won’t try to eat the right thing all the time, because when I do I crave more of the things I try to avoid and that is maddening. I wont try to meet those deadlines, because something always happens to push them back. I won’t try to say the right things all the time, because I have grown to be the hypocrites I do not like. I won’t try to be nice when no one asked or expects me to be nice. I won’t try to be always right, because I now know the hard way, “The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but a wise man listens to advice” Proverbs 12:15. I won’t try to measure up to the next person, because I do not want to be anyone except myself, I think I am good enough for me.
Don’t worry, I do not intend to dream less and work towards what I am suppose to have but, I do not need to do it all and be all and have it all. I am content do display my many, many imperfections like a battle scare well earned. I have earned each failure because each reminded me that I am alive and that I am strong. In trying to be perfect I almost went mad, but I did not. Now I know I will bend but wont break or shatter and I take heart knowing this as I move ahead.
We Made It!!
Who knew victory would be so bitter sweet. Yes, so many of us for many reasons, especially because of Ms Rona were wondering if we would – many did not. Let’s have a moment of silent for all those who did not make it. Let’s have a moment for those who still cling to making it in 2021…
What a year it has been. Now we need to take some time to reflect on what we have learned about ourselves and about others. Let us turn those disappoints into lessons that will make us stronger and smarter moving forward. This year there were so many deaths to contend with, I truly came face to face with my mortality – I lost people I loved and at one point felt I would not make it – it was intense.
But here I am, still. And still, here you are. Let us just take the time to breathe deeply because we made it. Despite our differences, despite our challenges we are together in knowing that we made it for a reason. We are still here because we still have more to do and more to give. There is no room in this new year to doubt our place here, nor doubt that this time is our time. We must accept that the past has no hold on us, except that we must learn from it and the future is yet to come. All we have is each moment that we are here and we need to make it count. Make it count it just for ourselves but for others who will fall into our path.
All we have to truly carry into the new year is hope. When we say happy new year, we say it with the fervent hope that it will be so. Gone is the supercilious attitudes of last year, that we had a right to happiness, riches and boundless opportunities, because it is a new year. We have been humbled and now know how quickly things can change for the worst, ad keep getting worse.
But, hopefully we also take with us from 2020, a greater sense of confidence in our abilities and our stick-to-itiveness, a stubbornness to grow, thrive and flourish even in the most adverse of conditions. We climbed to the mountain top and we raise our hands in triumph. However, as we look out we see yet another mountain peak that we will have to get to and we have no choice to begin our descent to make our ascent to that new milestone. We don’t know what is to come but we know we that 2020 has given us a few more survival tools to take with us on the next stage of the journey.
Happy 2021, stay blessed and stay safe.
Death Card
Death Card Today I looked at a customized shell A shell of what was I cried I mourned and wept for the life once contained in that shell. I told myself - "it was okay". He has gone to a better place. My heart bleed blood red, green and gold the ugliest tears you cannot imagine. It had come face to face with its mortality. So fragile a light had been easily snuffed. He was poor and so he died cursed by inequity. Born to struggle he died flying. A fight from the womb like a warrior I saw death sitting stiffly presiding over its celebration. Its gray countenance a reminder of the road we all must travel. And I knew there must be more. Another story waiting to be told- on the other side?
The Body Bags
There are too many of those today
But no one seems to care anymore.
Those tube take you nowhere
except maybe purgatory
who knows anymore.
Do they tell the story
of life that bloomed with youth and vigor?
Does it share the scars etched into the feeble flesh?
Can it transmit all the challenges you overcame
battles won in God's name?
Does it say anything about the remains it contains?
Can it truly mirror the pain
never to be seen again?
That bag contains what time has wrought
But it can never contain ones soul.
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