Grow Into Yourself. It burns! Like hell sulfur. Limbs torn assunder. With each blunder guilt knifes me. Blood corrupted springs free to flow into a sea of redemption. Can I grow into me? Can I be free? Guilt a strict taskmaster. Too stern to cuddle a wayward child like me. Fire now tears into my flesh. Is this how it feels to grow?
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.
Grant Us Peace I know how it feels when the arrow pierces your skin hits bone and goes deeper within piercing the very soul. I have cried out in anguish throat raw with blood choking in the blood from remember what has been. I have died a little each time I realise life doesn't get easier because you will it so or because you think you know the heart of your most loved brethren. I have woken many nights with blood shot-eyes after seeing the mangled bodies of innocent lambs slaughtered just because of man and man. I know of bone chilling things that languishes without and within of a trauma filled void growing wider and deeper it seems. I have tasted the petrifingly dark taste of putrid flesh as it melts away from the wasted. So in this hour, another dark moment a constant threat that will be filled with many regret. Grant us Peace!
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.
Final Thoughts Any final words today? Any way to beat this rain as I go my way? Do you have words of wisdom after skimming off the scum off your system? Now that you see the light lend me your shades or does it fade with time? I will let you speak - but one more question. Was it worth it?
Forgive Me Forgive Me for making you chase waterfalls the wift of what could have been the dust of my essences as I float a drift lost to you and you to me. Forgive me as I swerve any which way I have no say I must bend to the wind. Forgive me for being sick of the ugliness of life for earth's sweet relief I will pray. Forgive me for the dim smile I promise to come back from my woeful lacking. Forgive me I will soon be like the sea free to flow freely.
Know Thyself A look inside should tell you what the mirror cannot see the truth if who you are. The eyes are deceptive only picking up the glitter but never the dust that comes after. No journey can be complete until you know thyself