Fill Me Up I stop at the well parched, too week to lift my basket i rest against it. Just a drop of hope renewed to wake me from deep sleep. I have gone grey before my time parched near dust. Here I know no prince charming to wake me up. I need no dare-devil to shake me awake. What I need is to be filled! Filled with love, laughter and life. I need you to pour into me all the good around you that you see touch, taste and feel. Fill me up so I will thirst no more.
Category: Encountering New Experiences
You, Looking Back at You.
You, Looking Back at You You I see you. I know what you did what you believed was true: "Thoughts become things" "Your power is in your thoughts" "thoughts create futures" "see what you want". You felt you needed to live this new age but they defeated you left you enraged when you could not create the page to write your new name on. So you drifted saw everyone else who was gifted with a purpose and a way they seemed okay but you did not. Take a good look now now that you're back look at you accept you and move on in peace.
So Much Love to Give
So Much Love to Give She has so much love to give to the world stored up in her basket. But the world refused it. So she sent it down the stream to protect it from the evil inside of all a we. She said "Momma River take care of it, and send it back whole". So much love to give to the whole damned world. She divined the stars and moon journeyed with the Sun and fought many a mansoons to find that love basket. She even stopped at the dreaded Poison Ivy to ask her the way. Now she stands on the head of Goliath silently, calmly, observing all before her to guide the way.
A New Dawn
A New Dawn Tremulously tentativly cautiously hope appears beaten back by the lean years. Unsupported by strong roots it still shoots strong in heart a stubborn will survival an unsung skill. Hope marches on, running jumping higher refusing to die.
Final Thoughts
Final Thoughts Any final words today? Any way to beat this rain as I go my way? Do you have words of wisdom after skimming off the scum off your system? Now that you see the light lend me your shades or does it fade with time? I will let you speak - but one more question. Was it worth it?
Forgive Me
Forgive Me Forgive Me for making you chase waterfalls the wift of what could have been the dust of my essences as I float a drift lost to you and you to me. Forgive me as I swerve any which way I have no say I must bend to the wind. Forgive me for being sick of the ugliness of life for earth's sweet relief I will pray. Forgive me for the dim smile I promise to come back from my woeful lacking. Forgive me I will soon be like the sea free to flow freely.
Dark Places
Dark Places Those dark places twisted spaces that are wasteland to make you understand that you are strong to go the distance because you belong. I love those dark places cool, wet and moist land fertile soil, that holds the promise of possiblity. Thanks for those dark places that makes you dance and shout when the sun comes out and chases away those dark clouds. The Sun, that linger long after it becomes undone.
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