Reputation There goes the lie on spindly legs. It crawls about trying to find a route out of the doubts that it may not be who it seems. The Lie: We must protect Reputation - at all cost: kill if you must steal, fight and cuss. But don't let out the truth of what it is... Constructed to please the crowd now a monster too proud to be cowed by humilty. Knees stiffened back straight eyes fixed on success' frivolities. Now it goes through the door Head held high headed for the gate that leads straight to hades. Humility stand just a way off, waiting for those who seek, waiting for those who are meek.
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Honesty
Honesty Honesty says yes she was self-serving in serving. Honesty says yes she tried to get ahead on top of your head. Honesty says yes I made many mistakes and was blinded by pride. But - she is ready to make an effort to be better do better and remain honest that she is imperfect.
The Gratitude Journal
The Gratitude Journal I want to say I'm grateful, for this life for my many things for my many friends and for my many family true? But also, a slow Sunday afternoon sunlight glistening on dark and rich skin life breathe flowing in and out eyes to see nose to smell a shelter where I can dwell... And, sadness that brings joy sun to chase away the storms ignorance that births wisdom mistakes and failures that nip me awake and escape the destruction that awaits just around the corner... Most of all, I thank God for the gift of gratitude that rewards with beatitudes.
Position Yourself
Position Yourself Position Yourself and find the place where you can occupy the space intended for you. Position yourself to accept your calling knowing that in the morning you will know your calling. Position yourself ease into your place and be still in that time that you will find sublime, sublimely yours. Feel, know and hear the whispers of truth denied in the lies of death. Position yourself, stand firm, hold your position, for the battle is not yours...
Betrayal
Betrayal et tu Brutus? Was a wound ever so deep? "Ista quidem vis est!" But the damage was done. Faster than the bullet from a gun love, trust and camaraderie condemned never to rise again. On the tree of misguided self-righteousness a single groan signaled the end no more words uttered. Let us mourn what was that is no more. What could have been now stunted within the sin of betrayal. Now I must shed this skin of innocence spun in deceit. Now to get the salt and pepper not to kill you - but to find something new something that is true...
Vanity!
Vanity! Vanity! All is vanity! The world is a cesspool of vanity. What does it profit a man to gain paper that vanishes? Woe all is a wasteland of vanity. Walk the path set before you look neither left nor right least you stumble lacking insight. the babes are lambs to the slaughter, future sons and daughter lost to vanity. All that is before you vanishes on a breath breathing death of temporance when faced with timely delays. Yea know this, the golden trappings of bliss shimmers like fool's gold.
Peace
Peace Like an avenging angel from the east, bright blue light streaks across the evening sky. It comes unanounced unforseen and discreet to spread a blanket of comforting signs. No place is too far, deep, high or wide that it cannot reach, it must tear down diseased despair, Peace: my peace I give to you. So no fear can reach from anxieties you are released, just believe that you have received this gift so precious so vital to your increase.
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