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Each one of these represent thoughts and feelings I have had. This blog serves as a journal for my consciousness. I can revisit and think how I felt before, and learn from myself. Writing my mind is an exercise that purges and purifies my heart. I hope you find something that resonates here.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

In The Back Yard

We go out after dark

we watch for stars to shoot - we shine

we go out in the tangled honey suckle vines

we hear croaking frogs and cricket's songs

we just pause

we listen

we absorb the humid air

we see dew glisten

we celebrate the night

under glorious moon

wish for time to slow

knowing dawn will come too soon.

Christina Anna

I remember the cloth

of Grandma's dress

soft cotton - worn with time

she smelled of ivory soap

and lotion

she sang while she swept the floor

notes of warmth and joy saturated her air

she knew what and when I needed

before I knew my self

she kept me safe

when the rest of the world was hell

she helped my good to grow

she suffocated the dark

she called me an angel

she knew me - and loved me

she trained me up in the way I should go

her love was a work of art.

The ABC's of Understanding

Almost is never quite there

Because people are flawed

Circumstances always shifting

Don't forget your reality check

Everyone wakes up after dreaming

Fools are born every second

Glad to be free

How could I be so blind

Instead of going on - I quit

Just because the wrong-way sign became visible

Knowing it would be frightful - I left the path

Loving my freedom

Mainly because the cage was shrinking

Now the chains are broken

Onward - I see a new horizon

Please God - protect me

Quit second guessing

Right now is all that's real

Seeing is not always believing

Truth is always relative

Understanding requires no pride

Violence needs a barrier

"Why?" the question with no answer

X-ray your intentions - I see through them

Zip up your damn bag and move on.


Attempted Murder

Your love is a noose

tight on my throat

dividing my mind from my heart

dividing my sense from my self

dividing my house from the world

dividing my essence from me

dividing my dreams from my life

I choked - broke free from your bonds

and fate resurrected me.

Give it Up, Man

You believe in miracles

or so you say

you are getting the help you need

or so you say

do you know what I have become?

You are a better man

or so you say 

the door to my heart's bolted.

You wont give up

or so you say

time will reveal your needs

are greater than your resolve.

You will never ever love another

or so you say

I find that hard to believe.

You will wait for me

or so you say

don't waste your time

I moved on.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

I wonder.
 
if I could stop I would

my mind just goes and goes

the time it swiftly flows

I know I should be glad

but often feel quite sad

I wonder.

I dream of things I’d like

to play, to swim, to hike

I dream of things I need

to write, to learn, to lead

I wonder.

I wear myself right out

I fear, I wish, I doubt

I need to stop this now

I just do not know how

I wonder.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

No Rest for The Living

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Breathe in.

The air is not so clear, but at least you're breathing.

Breathe out.

Let go of all the hate that lies dark and seething.

Stand tall.

Walk forward knowing good things are possible.

Wait.

Don't rush this life, your fate will call you.

Speed up.

Don't miss the chance when you see it coming.

Jump on.

The train is always running.

Stop.

Breathe in.

Begin again.

You're time is short so take it in.