The Value of a Seed Look in my hand, what you see is a seed. This seed I hold though must be freed to live in its potential. This seed, will become a tree that will one day bear fruits and those fruits too will also have seeds - potential trees, if only you can see more than what is before you if only you can see not what is but what could be. Now it is tiny and useless it seems hard and of little significance even. But if you plant and water it, this seed will exceed even your vision of what it can be.
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From A Quiet Place
From A Quiet Place From a quiet place discern and learn process and unlearn stop pleasing start leading never be led. The enemy is in your head you must vanquish it there then without fear leap from that quiet place and brandish your Atlantis Spear.
Over the Rainbow
Over the Rainbow Somewhere over the rainbow Bluebirds fly And the dreams that you dream of Dreams really do come true... They do. Dreams do come true if you can get on the other side. But how to? How to get through the highways and byways of Hopeless Way. Do we sing it into existence? Dance perhaps? Should we check the fortune teller? The blind one in the tent? No. We need to find the Rainbow Bridge. Get over it and follow the candles that are lit to get to it.
Which Road Will You Take
Which Road Will You Take There are two roads ahead and both you dread because you asked for them and your prayer was answered. Now you must decide which is best and which will bring your end. Nothing gained without a loss this is what they say. But if one you choose know that the other you will lose. sweet sweat of blood river red remind you you are mortal. Now on knees deathly shredded you must seek relief from this decision that trapes you in delirium tremens...
Full Truth
Full Truth You must take root in the truth of you. Your wisdom in not in your tooth every decay begins with falsehood longer than the legacy you dreamed in infancy. Grow into you out of your cocoon out of the larvae of doom a moth to a flame liberatio! Beautiful brown butterfly soar leave the ashes behind and reclaim your time.
Together?
Together? Apart Together Apart Together... Nothing left to do it's all on you but will we stay true to the dream we both pursue? Apart there is no center where we can both enter on a common stage. On either side we stand with outstreched hands becoming an island that gets love from no one. Together can it be? can we build a bridge so he she thm and none can be we? Too late to be self-sufficent life proves our incompetence and laughs us into impotence. Apart? Together?
Hostile Takeover.
Hostile Takeover It was so easy... Winner takes all everyone loses here. Death is a dusty bed partner but the red hot coals of hate too sweet to put out of reach. She never saw it coming words sicklier than honey dripped from venomous lips like a cat-o-nine whip deadly stiff with envy and hate. It is too late to get back those yesterdays of feel good friendship and fairplay? Now we stand on opposite sides while blood and gore runs through our tomorrows as we heave regretful sighs.
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