No One Left Behind Before now I had to let you go. Till now You carried your own load. From then You mended your own wounds. That time you bobbed and weaved hungry dead destroyed broken. And now a hand reaches out to you from now the light beats out the cold Here now your moment arrives to prosper. A moment strength lifts you high new renewed filled mended restored. The cold slips right off nothing touches you there are no gaps no hole for forced entry. gathered together like sand grains pulled out to sea we cling together finally free.
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Nothing More Powerful
Nothing more powerful or worthy nothing more in need of praise, there is nothing else that can lift you high way above the sky nothing. arise, shine, for your light has come a light that can never be extinguished it does not burn it blazes flashing liking lightening a rumble that shakes the foundations of the earth. You shall see and be radiant You will see the truth beyond those hidden walls. no longer will will you be blinded by fear and insecurities. It is a new day! Your heart shall thrill! Know sorry no more You have conquered the unconquerable. You have power. That little pinky can slay all your giants. at your core is power an inheritance, never bought cannot be stolen. Power. Who are those who fly above the clouds? You have been raised you have been raised. That power will carry you forever, and the light shall be everlasting; Shiloh.
The Feast after the Fast
The Feast after the Fast I crawled out of the belly of a whale still in tact. The green eyed monster tried to consume me, but in this basin I was lifted to safety. Though my ribs are exposed to the elements The rain comes and washes away the crispy foam left by my decay - fresh meat. I first must die to be reborn anew afresh restored. In order to be filled I must be empty. To find true happiness I must embrace mind numbing grief. These supple limbs had to be broken in many places, there was no other way. To reach my destination I had to take a leap off the cliff - don't look down. I had to lose it all to gain. Then when all is said and done I still have to follow and not lead.
That Island
That Island There the skies are always crystal clear Turquoise blue electric. The breeze blows in one direction fate is always with you. No one blocks your view, your progress is guaranteed and your path way clear because you have permission to shape it. You need no doors to keep you "safe" nor to lock the dangers that never were there. There are no secrets to spring at you tear your integrity to shreds; to leave the ground covered with your entrails your dignity seeping slowly into dust. On that island you can truly be free - be alone to thrive blossom bloom pollinate. The cool healing rancid water cures all that the world has unleashed. There is power in those waters. From the brink of death you are made whole. There is no fear no enemy no hate only you. That Island is your safe haven it is you. That island gives you power that this world has taken. Memories are everywhere, momentos lovingly left for you to find. To tell the real story of who you are not created by human hands but fashioned by that Great One. There is no time to abuse time each moment is precious each vital. Each necessary. There you will stay - for as long as you are meant to stay. Not cut down in a murderous rage of jealousy. You will stay. As the wind ruffles hair too dense to penetrate a crown too powerful to bring down. as it massages away the knots there, in that spot you will know peace.
Being Me
Being Me
I tried to crawl -
out of me
but it would not let me be
and hacked at loose ends
waiting to be completed.
All my insides spilled out
Plop!
Blood everywhere.
I tried to melt me
to shape me
but I dried too quickly
like that hunchback I am now deformed.
Then...
then I took out my brains
set it aside, neatly
to make space for everyone but me.
But somehow my wires crossed
short circuit
explosion was imminent.
Wires got misplaced
forgotten
lost.
For all I troubles they put me away
in a cold cold room
no windows.
Left to my own devices.
Left with nothing else:
"well may I could perhaps
be
me?"
Though shaped by this Frankenstein world
I am not a monster.
ill-shaped, wires crossed
I must find a way to be me.
Just Fun?
Just Fun? We didn't realise we were making memories we just knew we were having fun... At least that is all we saw we never knew things would end. We been through the storms rode the rainbow we thought to have it all. And we did for a time. We were blinded by the star that shone in the middle of the day. All we knew then - we were gonna make it, we were gonna do it all, nothing would stop us. So we went all out grabbed some fairy dust this kept us on able to dream a little long. Now the dust has settled become plain clay. We must face reality. And at the last when our time is done - didn't we have so much fun?
My Insecurities
My Insecurities They are my jailers and they hurt me. They keep me in a dark cold room where no light will thrive. In a corner I am shackled for good measure. Escape seems impossible. They are large scabs that never quite heal. There is no balm that can soothe them. Just under the skin, their onslaught of venomous magots reinfect me. They wield decay always. Hope never has roots to grow. Before I can think it possibilities vanish before my eyes. I have been mortally wounded no surgeon can save me. On the edge of light and darkness I perch. I cannot take flight because my wings of been clipped the sears of doubt have permanently anchored me. I falter and flutter in this glass bottle. I am trapped. Though escape seems impossible I must attempt it or die
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