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!
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!


I'm still tired from yesterday's tired. Today isn't looking so good, and  I've already used up tomorrow's tired. Somedays... | Work drama, Drama  ideas, Memes
Juliana Jenkins-Gaciarek

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.

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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,
but able to be restored.
My song-
only I can sing it -
the right way.
Oh the song!

Break All the Narratives

Break All the Narratives

Before you can  break those chains that cling lovingly
break all those narratives.

All those time you would be
things just could not turn out right.
Why the curse had followed you 
from Eve's womb.

Stories told
of you
to you
about you
but never by you.
stories which condemned you
before you even tried.
They sought to bury
in the petrid soil of hopelessness - 
where you were told you belonged.
Never your story
never you.

it does not matter.
It does not matter
that you had to claw your way up.
That at your slow progress you shed all your feathers.
It does not matter
that two turned three and three five and five seven - perfect score.
You have changed the narrative.
Replaced the broken empty vessel to carry all the wisdom you need
to carry the water that restores.

When no one can help you
it is okay.
Okay to walk alone
okay to say goodbye to all that would entrap you.
It is okay to stop listening to the stories that do not define.
Okay to stop telling them as if they were family heirlooms. 
It is okay to forge a new story - 
one where you are the director and writer producer and teller.

to finally break free from the web of the lies you were told to be.