What will we do
as the world implodes
like a festering sore
left too long
born of hate
and of strong divide
a chasm
too deep
too wide
we become pilgrims
no home
no known to abide?
The swirling lava
laps meanacingly
at our heels -
too late we heed
the hungry monster -
while it hounds at our backs,
ready to devour.
What will we do
while hate eviscerates
all good will
good intentions
good vibes
bleeding
wounded
beaten
discarded?
There seems no end
unless we can rend
the broken fence
of dis-
unity.
Can it end?
What will we do?
Tag: renewal of the mind
Motivational Talk
Stop hiding from you Stop being coached. Live. Stop being bound by life's broken curriculum participate in your healing embrace uugly revel in it to find your beautiful. Stop blocking the blows so your stars can shine bright. Stop lying about your chains take the key free yourself. Stop killing your dreams water them with hope. Stop accepting false narratives write your story. Now breathe heave breathe be born to yourself.
Long Walk to Nowhere
Long Walk to Nowhere You are free but your mind, you mind cannot see the destiny waiting for you to achieve. You walk unbound But the mind is bogged down to the ground by a stubborn will to see your smallness. So you walk around and around make a journey to nowhere so you can find your success although it was always there hiding under the rumpled doubts inside you mind.
Every Blooming Thing.
Every Blooming Thing. Every blooming thing is a treasure and all must grow and thrive nothing must be left below they must sway and dance day and night. Every blooming thing has beauty natural and not contrived spreading wide enough to gather all the bouncing shining lights. Every blooming thing must produce their talents must be used to give love and life and so be profuse. Every blooming thing must live so all their talents they can give to those weary beaten broken souls who need their fragrance to forgive!
The Next Season
The Next Season Leave all regrets in this season and be free for the next season. Regreats cling like cancer and eat all that is good and pure. Burn it out, and let peace sprout and consume your life. For this season will pass, the drought, my friend, never lasts. And when it does and the rain comes make sure to remove the weeds and replace with fruitful seeds that will grow and exceed the abundance you saw in your dreams. This season will build the bridge for the next season. What kind of bridge will it be?
This Season
This Season Remember this promise... Month of purpose month that rings true. So easy to rebel so easy to forget that life is worth fighting til the end. Seasons of forgetfulness a mirage melted when awake to the light that pushes away the dark that game to stay, to break you down a little more everyday. You who are no ordinary mortal stand in the truth of who you are. Detach and attatch rewire your thinking rise from the water that promised you doom and claim your true destiny.
Sun Stroke
Sun Stroke Welling up - ready to overflow... The first gentle stokes leaves me quiverying deep,deep inside. Then a gentle breeze caresses it cools me down and sets me off my feet. I revel in the embrace of each golden ring chosen to give and not receive by whose touch I can live. A flamming torch lit to the heavens what a lasting impression. Never to be extinguished again. As my eyes close from the pleasure and pain, of the vermilion hue, it reconstructs my view that allows me now to pursue the Joy from that first stroke.
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