Cup of Suffering This cup has blood on it the stench of fear and dispair reels hovac on it terrifying it into submission. This cup has seen storms and strive that has made dents in it dents as wide as the ocean as deep as the deepest chasm. This cup has drowned many- a-sorrows many- a-tears. This cup while full promises abundance a fee for your suffering. This cup promises healing, salvation another day to drink and be alive. This cup is blessed by the carrier of the light.
Category: Encountering New Experiences
Who I AM
Who I AM Who I am is not up for debate no no question mark here no room for self-hate. It is who I you we What each was meant to be one specific patent built uniquely. We may lose our way become controtionist trying to be a square inna circle and thinking, "how unfair I do not fit!" But unbend we must learn and readjust to recapture ourselves and show who I am.
From A Quiet Place
From A Quiet Place From a quiet place discern and learn process and unlearn stop pleasing start leading never be led. The enemy is in your head you must vanquish it there then without fear leap from that quiet place and brandish your Atlantis Spear.
Over the Rainbow
Over the Rainbow Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly And the dreams that you dream of Dreams really do come true... They do. Dreams do come true if you can get on the other side. But how to? How to get through the highways and byways of Hopeless Way. Do we sing it into existence? Dance perhaps? Should we check the fortune teller? The blind one in the tent? No. We need to find the Rainbow Bridge. Get over it and follow the candles that are lit to get to it.
Which Road Will You Take
Which Road Will You Take There are two roads ahead and both you dread because you asked for them and your prayer was answered. Now you must decide which is best and which will bring your end. Nothing gained without a loss this is what they say. But if one you choose know that the other you will lose. sweet sweat of blood river red remind you you are mortal. Now on knees deathly shredded you must seek relief from this decision that trapes you in delirium tremens...
With Your Whole Heart
With Your Whole Heart With your whole heart be yourself see yourself as you truly are. With your whole heart speak your truth tell your story even if no one follows you. With your whole heart give of yourself love with a love that will never end. With your whole heart do not cower but keep fighting with heart and courage. With your whole heart see the beauty under the trembling rot of decay. With your whole heart know thyself and wield your weapon based on your art.
A Place of My Own
What if there was a place that was all your own? A place that no one could invade at will, order for you or dictate what you could do. Finding a place of your own is often associated with your living situation. Moving to your own place shows your independence. However, sometimes, even after doing this we still have this burning desire to have a place of our own in this world. This could stem from feeling trapped in one or all areas of our lives. So we go on a quest to find that place.
Finding a place of our own takes many far and wide and along the way, some may get lost and are never heard from again. Some try to begin by looking back. Here, they may find the past a bitter pill to swallow and end up choking on their bile. So what to do but pretend, pretend as if we have the answers, know what to do, and make a mess on top of the mess we forgot or could not bring ourselves to clean up.
So is it that it is so hard to find that place? For many they spend their lives on that quest and end up going in circles, ending up where they began. But what if (hypothetical of course) we could cut through the noise that is this world and find our place? We would have to sift through too many things that do not matter but that now dominate our minds, heart and soul. We would have to let go of so many things to recapture our souls.
Now, this leads all the way back to each of us and guess what? It was always about us. That place we are trying to find required us to properly know ourselves. Trying to find something that was never lost now that is the joke because you knew all along with that that occupying that place was inside of you. You know the answers but they are too scary to contemplate, you have the plan but you seem frozen in that same place. You know you must come to terms with all of yourself and move outside of the world created for you by others who don’t really know or want to know you.
Finding a place of your own is half the work because first, you have to know who you want to be when you find that place.
