True Nature It never questions why never overthinks nor apologise for the act of being. It is never doubtful it always knows where to go what to do and how to be me. It will withstand the tests of Time because it has te manual and how to use it. It doen't try to change what has been ordained but instead makes sure to make way for what is true, what is real, what is you.
Category: Poetry Corner
Tend to Your Own Garden
Tend to Your Own Garden If you look to the right there are beautiful yellow roses vibrantly shining like hope eternal. They are scattered everywhere but they shine brightest in that corner. They are cushined by the softest most tender of grass like a warm supple blanket without it the roses would sag and wilt defeated by the harshness of its empty bed. And immediately infront like royalty a colourful array to rival all of joseph's coats, some tall with heads held high some shoter peeking from behind their protectors, Tulpis all A tall glass of love. They all were created for what they are and grew with the knowledge of who they are.
Take Action!
Take Action! stop waiting on the tide to turn ride with it. stop waiting on the perfect time stat working with it. stop being a passenger start taking the wheels. stop taking instructions start compiling your own to suit your needs stop feeding off other people's energy and develop your own. stop doing everything stay still for a minute and wait to stop getting ready and stay ready. dreaming is easy living is life!
The Plan?
The Plan?
the dream plan
get a board
make a vision
put it down
visualise
then wait for the universe
Oh,
there is more?
prioritize
organize
flexifize - oh not a word?
Okay scratch that one!
Now, set your goals
you must know those
and by damn
take action?
Action plan!
Okay let's turn this page...
God's plan
You must be saved
from your own disgrace
to find the grace
take hold of salvation.
the vision board cannot contain
a plan that is divine.
So what to do
what goals to make
and which dreams should you be running to?
root your knees
at prayerville
and let the truth flow in.
But this plan
lacks your control
half it's truth will never be told
hard to grab and hold,
hard to follow and obey
but to expereince this plan it's the only way.
Whose plan?
So much to consider
so much to do
so much paperwork
when you are only human,
and there is only you...
Born Again
Born Again Each night I shed my skin and take it off look within to see what remains after each imperfect thing I could be condemned for. Out of the ashes I am leaving to capture life and begin anew on this same narrow road prepared a long time wholly good and wholly mine where cracks and crookedness are all apart of a beautiful design. on mended wings- broken once- will spread them wide to take flight above the hills and many mountains to a destination predetermined.
The Season of Violations
The Season of Violations I first feel the biting cold sinking its fangs into my soft supple flesh. Tearing at the meat it hits bone, and sinks further. aAn electric shock that would have knocked me on my knees - if I were not already there- wounded deeply by betrayal. The hole they threw me in is so dark - it was not for my colourful coat that they condemned me- but for my young flesh, youthful blood. Stones have been thrown down at me with no space to dodge them I take them inside of me forming nuggets of rot hate and decay. For a moment I had seen a thread of light, but it was snatched away from me my violations left to fester for some time longer. Seasons come and seasons go or do they go and come? I do not know. My limbs refuse to move to be tempted by the winds of change, by possibilities. But could it be the season must end? I must be restored, and one day soon I must and will snatch back my true self, and wield this jaw of defeat as my weapon of victory.
Fatal Narcissi
Fatal Narcissi Foolish human beings who think we are gods see the writing on the wall and still proceed to tear asunder through great blunder those valuable seeds that contain our dreams. Potential lost like garbage tossed on the wildly improbable and obscene. We mourn our folly that one great fall that leaves us to pick up the pieces like a never ending siege.
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