Well, you can imitate everyone you know
I like you
you seem strong
have it together
know your plans
have a focus.
So I will take your voice
put it in my pot
The way you move
walk
and smile.
I will fix my face to look like yours
you belief in this?
I will too!
I can fix me
forget my fringe
they look frazzled
because I cannot find my center.
Keep talking
so I can know you
understand you
step into you.
But now -
there are,
so many yous,
years of collection
they are heavy...
so confused
don't know who to be
who to be
today I am -
tomorrow I will be -
no!
Can I take these off?
can I still be?
Tag: finding purpose
In Pursuit
In Pursuit In pursuit I chased but In got disengaged from the ordering of my mind. I looked for a sign it did not come so my sign I made But ended up dismayed When my sign led to a dead end. I ran and ran then ran some more to find a home secure but instead I ran through an open door and ended up on a desolate moore! Then from the corner of my eye now here's my sign though I but look here it was a big black fly! So now I roam far from home my pursuit now quite noisome.
You Need God.
You Need God. Simple things matter. Trees give oxygen they need nutrients water and sun. Birds fly in the air they have no fear but they need nectar, water and somewhere to stay. Fish need oxygen to shelter from the storm but to keep their lives afloat they must breath outside a boat. But people, need more than food, oxygen and air, to feed their very soul they need a kiss from heaven. To truly stetch, strive and survive they need God in their lives.
Never Too Much
Never Too Much You can never have too much Patience. Can you? You can never tire of love? Will you? You can never get sick of peace Grow frustrated by it? You can never be too kind. Throw up at the thought of it? Have too much self-control. Can it make you sick? You can never have too much of the good things. and the good things can revive you like a living spring.
Handcuffed by the Past
Handcuffed by the Past How could you think we would forget? You sinned have a fatal flaw broke all laws and now your daring gives us pause. You want to be forgiven redeemed and released but we will keep you imprisoned in our negativity. We will keep you in your place remember your disgrace no second chances with you ut us a cold case. We may not be God with no right to punish but by god! We wont let you flourish!
Fatigue
Yep this sums up exactly how I am feeling right now. When I get up in the morning and want to go immediately back to sleep. Then even worse, spending the entire day trying not to fall asleep, because if you do, you know you will spend the nigh tossing and turning and wondering and regretting. So for now I am tired of being tired, but what to do?
I have also been the one to find every reason why I am so tired. I self-diagnosed vitamin deficiency, boredom, stress, a lack of motivation to do anything productive and currently, chronic fatigue. The last one I had to look up, and I still am not sure how to explain it to myself much less someone else. However, I was told this about two years ago by my doctor at the time, so I guess I can still use it.
The point is, I am tired and I don’t know what to do about it. Maybe if I get out more – wait, okay let’s rethink that, or not. OR, let’s just give in and laze about all day everyday, until another sensation stings me and I am surprised into wakefulness. Let’s hope. Maybe if I think about the consequence of being this tired, it will act like cold water and shake me out of my stupor…….no nothing.
Oh well, so I guess I will have to take each day as it comes, until something excites me enough to get my blood pumping my heart racing and my eyes wide open.
Song in My Heart
Song in My Heart So faint and distant it comes from a ghostly realm where dreams go to die and are no more. It beats out of step behind a moldy door left to fester and perish no oxygen given a place where no hope liveth. But the song the song is in my heart covered under all the cobwebs have almost pushed it out into the cold... Then sings my soul... The song hangs on clings to the last thread of stubborn will. Or maybe a Spirit? But I must bring forth this song. Oh the song! From generational curses I must unearth this song. Oh the song! From death and hate I must dig up the song. Oh the song! The song the song! It refuses to die. It changes shape and space but it remains the same. A symphony of strange sounds proclaims its immortality. It rushes out from the dark places, requires me to sing victory. Because this song will never die neither will I. It is perfect it is true it is faithful All this also I must be too. I must find my new yellow brick road to claim my song. Lost to me But never forgotten, stolen but able to be restored. My song- only I can sing it - the right way. Oh the song!
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