Knock It out Your Way It may get messy but don't be afraid to kick it out the way. They may say that it's not how you play the game but so what. Take the chance to get back control before your lose your soul in the blackhole of regret. To succeed it must be agreed that you have to strike first. Don't lie with fear and rise with despair take control and take hold of what you need. Knock all the doubts out of your way and keep them under your feet.
Smile Through Them Tears Yes, I know it hurts, I know you are raw from being beaten too long and too much. I know you are stiff already set in the grave your lips refuse to move when you are at the edge of the cliff. I know the rain has left you to gallivant somewhere else to bless and bring success to somebody else. I know you can't stop them anymore. So cry if you want to let it flow down and cover your view of possibilities. Get it all out, who knows, it may stop the drought and the doubts. Then maybe you can go about the business you came here to do.
Touch Do you feel me and now do you know me? I tingle brought awake - no! Do not withdraw you are my dopamine, you are mine for all time and the horrors of the wasteland will never encroach here. Like sleeping beauty you have stirred me awake and now I need you. Do not forsake me. Please feel me and see me and know that I am me. I can only come alive when you touch me.
Shame of Pride I hang my head in shame a shame milady. Beaten by the truth. Pride. The deadlest of all sins. Hubris leads me to my nemesis. No it's not a good thing I now fear looking within my very soul is in the balance waiting at the gallows. I must pull it back and cage this monster that sits atop my head. Who is greater than God? No man! Today I will learn that i am not. To think otherwise will set you down low. Instead I must cling to my shipwrecked raft drifting praying to be saved. I must be saved from drowining. I have not choice with Pride I carry the shame of Icarus.
It Will Be Worth It That pool of sweat and grime that you are swimming in, it won't drown you, it will give you life. That rush of blood, marrow and spleen that attacks you will not silence you they are fuel to propel you. You think you are defeated and you wish you had retreated back into the hole to lick your wounds and console yourself. But if you just stay awhile, face this trial head first to quench the thrist of those dreams waiting to be seen. Just wait it will be worth it after all when you are redeemed.
A Lazy Afternoon I sit at ease alert to all that is at play. The bees are busy beesing as a lizard jumps from tree to tree. In the distance music feeds the soul and a way off a broom sweeps your troubles away. Then, a laugh here a slap there reminds you to keep in line, while ants continue their march to ensure life is lived. To revive those who drift off a sharp crow or two attacks the unsuspecting victims. Now giant towers roam the sky serenaded by swirling birds offer the promise of much needed purification, while the breeze strokes every inch of skin it can reach whispering sweet lullabies. Nothing is out of step each occupies its space fully part of life's tapestry, on this lazy afternoon.