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Stillit sits there, bones and all, grounded in the monotonous planecolor unyieldingPoised to begin, possessing the knowledge of the end.
Heart Pounding, Beating out of my chest even. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Lips Quivering, Teeth lightly nibbling the inner lining of my mouth.
Lacking 2nd Cor. 11:4 “for if he who comes, preaches another Jesus, whom we have not preached, or if you receive a different spirit,
No one appreciates you when you are not thereNoise and confusion everywhereThey don’t know you are still here
Rebel against the system Don’t conform Down with the system Is all that is heard All that is seen along the walls in their grafitti
Her sleeves of compassion juice my mind Materalism tears seem to grow wings of kind this rain waxes new worlds oh the juice of my brain Set my sample fantasies on blind edge, broken heart
Welcome, young soul Enter, close the door All preconceived ideas Reject reality that frees us from Eternally enslaving entities
Seconds to minutes Seem too vacant For our empty minds, Full upon request. So many find pause Staggeringly scary. Fearful of the thoughts, Frantic for that box.
Running from, yet to Car, door Searching the holder and finding it empty.
I close my eyes. I breathe. I smile and embrace the wind in my hair. My heart is breaking so I seek peace. I pray. I want to cry but I can't. Look at my face- I will always seem okay
The circle The rustle of the blanket Pulling me away from sleep From silence But in the absence of silence In the midst of noise
A quiet morning resonates a soul like stones dropped in clear water.
Peace my child, peace within. I skipped a rock the ripples spin. I seek the truth I threw the stone, but still I ponder Where did it go? Peace within. Look at the lake
Water is relaxing As I sit In the shower Nothing can compare To the way The water feels like silk against My skin My hair
Psalm 41:8 New Living Translation (NLT) 8 “He has some fatal disease,” they say. “He will never get out of that bed!”
2 Cor 4:4 In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the Light of the Glorious Gospel of Christ, Who is the image of God, should shine unto them.
Psalm 139 For the choir director: A psalm of David. 1 O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me.
Ecclesiastes 1:13 New Living Translation (NLT)
Humble beginnings Misguided Ambition Starting at the bottom ... dreams in my hand All things seem possible ... my style is not cramped
Once again My heart has beaten into a fresh puddle of dawn The sun has licked my eyes awake Chance sits on the other side of my front door. Outside, the grass waits for my toes
Exhaustion seeps into my bones, The crisp morning chill sends daggers through my veins But I fight it, urging myself to leave my bed of cotton and clouds
Good morning great morning the sun is up it is burning my soul on fire raging like its storming grateful for the day i am earning
“Why don’t people know about this.” I think As my body soars away from my seat I feel as thought I’m filling the space like water once shaped to the pipes
Barren stems more than emptiness -within the confines of lost and broken,resilient as beauty is -Hope that awakens in white flowersto kiss you dreams that you areso welcome to take.
Be the one well traveled, hold truth higher than your comfortand your faith will set you free.
I stand on red earth I clasp my hands together, Raised up like an Aborigine Proud as a yogi, feeling the intelligence My ancient ways to present, I present to you as my talent
I asked the Beings hopping up the pebbles of my spine if their pattering feet left watery prints on bone -if such shadowed
Life is a beauty, a strange, strange beautiful beauty with its tangles and snares thrown about its many rooms. Its colors, like a sea sick rainbow spewed throughout each and every room, nothing
All I need is a Place to Clear my Head Sitting on salty rocks at a peaceful beach where shell and crabs are within my reach.
I awake, and the dreams or terrors of the night leave me. You are there to greet me each morning, to assure me of my safety As Your peace fills me. Just as You provide for the animals that live outside the walls of my home
I struggle through that crowd That marches through the day; It’s rambunctious and loud— A chaotic parade.
Air that breathes in life
Air that breathes in life
The whirr of electric life is electric thoughtblurred by mathematicsconfounded by chemistrydisgruntled by retrenchmentinhaling a textbook on its deathbeddisappointed by renovationstearing apart
Birds chirping Dogs barking
The cool grass under me, the soft songs that leaves of trees play as the wind travels through them
The cool grass under me, the soft songs that leaves of trees play as the wind travels through them, the sporadic streams of sunlight that hit my closed eyes, creating alternating red and black blurs in my mind: these are sensations I tune int
As I gaze into the jeweled night
It is dark here, in the recesses of my mind.A cold dampness leaches out of the cornersAnd turns my bones to brittle ice.The fog pulsates with my breath, but forever obscures my vision.
An ageless voice echoes Like light upon water; Reflection: When a mind recovers
Trees swinging side to side
The moment I close my eyes Smoke creeps into the air suffocating me like an anaconda Like a sly Inland Taipan striking me with its poisonous venom, and then nothing...
Oh sun, Oh sun How he does rise To watch the cheerful play, See him illuminate the skies, And hide before each day, Oh sun, oh sun What warmth he brings, To ever leaf and flower,
You're not right for me. No one is right for me. I'm not saying it out of pity. I don't pity myself. I'm not tired. I can't even say I'm depressed anymore. I'm empty. I'm void.
Along with the wind My mind flows As a cool breeze Kisses my cheek And bright, colorful leaves Fill my eyes Such a beautiful sight Within walking meditatiion
Wind wispering in my ear, as I glide through the atmosphere of nothingness.. Not knowing which way to go, instead of searching, panicking, worrying, I just go with the flow.
1 Hands tied behind her back. Society wants to keep her down, beating her brain with ignorance and burying her in debt. A fury of thick red, yellow, purple and orange brush strokes surrounds
Beneath the HemlockI am at easeMy heart calmAs my mind. Beneath the HemlockI am at peaceAs I sitIn the soft grass and shade.
Whenever I attempt the act of relaxation, In the forefront of my mind there is always a slight hesitation.
Somewhere, far off into the horizion... A valley rests between the mountain ridge, Untouched from time. Streams, Like liquid silver run gently as day melts snow. Here an old song fills the air...
He looks up and sees the moon. It looks beautiful tonight.