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JudgmentNo matter what we do in life we're judged. Good, bad....we're judged by everyone...every choice we make or don't make seems to be examined as though we're rats in a lab trying to pick which path to go to reach the cheese. Those that do the judging, most of the time, think that they are entitled to think they know the reason behind whatever action you may have performed, therefore, forming a fabric...ated misunderstanding within their minds. Like a man that beats a woman; though the act in itself isn't justifiable, perhaps as a child...that little boy was beat everyday by his mother or father...or in a different view...witnesses his father beating the mother, or vice versa, and wanted to be just like Daddy and/or Mommy. The only thing that people see is a brute of a man seeming to have some sort of complex, taking it out on the woman thus calling him a monster...the same thing is said when the rolls are reversed and it is the woman that is deemed the aggressor...seen as the monster.
Lion of my DreamsI saw a little black kitty today and in the spirit of Halloween, I thought there might be a witch nearby. Laughing to myself, shaking my head, I just kept walking to my house where I knew my kitten was waiting for me. Fur of black, just like midnight, with a pale white stripe, as white as the moon, going down the back and covering the paws...it came up to me and purred like an engine. I picked it up and cuddled it so, but felt something really off. The next thing I knew, in my arms, wasn't a kitten at all...it was a spider. I yelled from fright, dropped it and moved back, only to have the blasted thing chase me. You better bet your bottom dollar I took off running then and just kept running....out of the house, down the street, around the corner, and then down another street. That's when I decided to stop, trying to catch my breath, but then I heard something. Looking up with a sharp movement of my head, I noticed I had run straight into an alley way. Dark it was, ever so dark that
Realm of SleepHave you ever been taken within the arms of sleep,
Your body ever so tired, exhausted, and weary,
Ableto pass quickly through the gates of dreams,
So taken by the weight of your slumber so deep,
Thinking that you'll never again wake up to reality,
Because within the world of hopes and dreams,
Things seem to be okay, to be at peace,
Such a tempting idea, such a tempting treat,
To never wake up, to stay within the realm of sleep.
ImportanceWhat is there to do when everything seems to be crashing upon you in never ending waves of stress and struggle?
What is there to try when all efforts at anything seem to fail before things are started, before they are even put into place?
What is there to possibly think when each and every thought seems to be nothing more than a silly notion?
And, what is there to ever say when each and ever word is neither heard nor listened to?
Nothing can be done when each wave has more force and impact than the body can handle.
Nothing can be tired, for the efforts clearly aren't enough and only seem to be a waste of time.
Nothing should be thought, or rather, each of those thoughts should be kept within and hidden away from the opinions of others.
Nothing could possibly be said for the words would only fall upon deaf ears.
No no no...
Even though struggle may exist within each path you try and take, there is always something to learn from the struggle itself....t
Through every stage in life, tThrough every stage in life, things always seem to backfire.
They always have that option to go completely wrong one way or another.
To open up one door is to close the other, leaving things behind.
But when things take a turn for the worst, there is no rewinding of time.
What's done is done, what's been said cannot be taken back or ever forgotten.
Perhaps, it can be let go, but most hold it inside, leaving it to become rotten.
Guards get let down, hopes are boosted too high, and dreams become too big.
But life always finds a way to tear them apart as if they never existed.
Then again, there is a bright side that many just do not ever see.
For them, it's more of a struggle to reach the end of THAT journey.
Even so, there's always going to be up's and down's to everything....
How many there are just depends on how one chooses to write their story.
Always The ServantA healer, despite their powers, is never seen as a grand wizard.
Just as a king or queen is never seen in the body of a servant.
To Love and CareTo love and to care for someone is to worry about them on a daily basis whether or not that worry is known by them. To love and to care for someone is to twist and bend til each party is sore from fighting and stress. But really, when nothing seems to really get through all that much...when is the right time to let that person be and just...slowly start learning to let them go? Perhaps, never, for the heart never really lets people go or lets that care for the other person fade away completely. Even if we try as hard as possible to make it all disappear, move away, never see that face again...eventually it'll strike you once more from a passing glance of them...all the memories and emotions draw right back up at the speed of light. Words might not be exchanged or an entire conversation could play out but when all is said and done, you did once care and love this person whether you like it or not. Whether or not it was a mistake in your mind. Whether or not the parting of ways was a sou
WishingTake the time and close your eyes for a mere second. Think of a darkened sky, the moon
in the phase of being new, and millions of glowing stars filling this darkened space. You
see the constellations make their appearances, make the endless river of sky larger…as
though it has no end to it. Now, you open your eyes to meet this mysterious scene before
you until…a streak of light flashes by, which hardly gives you the time to glimpse what it
was. You catch a second flash of glittering light, catching what it's supposed to be this
time. Well, what do you know? A shooting star to wish upon its glow. Once again, you
shut your eyes, but this time with excitement. Hands clasp before you and a silent air
takes place for naught but a few minutes as you're there left wishing.
What Makes a Dancer?The Dancer; perfect form, elegant and strong lines, and beautifully posed movements. What is it that makes a dancer, well…a dancer? Is it everything that was said before the question was asked? Is it the way in which a dancer comes out with a steady flow of steps to a song they've never heard? Is it how a dancer can create their own style? Or, is it how they can capture the eyes of an audience, getting those individuals to feel each emotion placed within the dance itself?
Many styles of dance exist around us. Jazz, Hip Hop, Funk, Bollywood, Salsa, and Ballet just to name a few. Each style has a different dancer. Every dancer has their own unique steps. In a way, dancing is like painting a beautiful picture. The different hues and careful brush strokes could be the dancer picking which steps to put in their painting to make everything flow and blend seamlessly.
One, two, step, two…one, two, three, turn…skip, turn, one, step, two. There are so many ways to compose a dance, so many ways t
You Told Me That You Loved MeYou told me that you loved me
And breathed life in to my world
You told me that you loved me
And you’ll always be my girl
You told me that you loved me
That I’m such a special man
You told me that you loved me
And we were part of His plan
Now you tell me you don’t love me
But you still let me believe
You tell me you don’t love me
And you never let me grieve
You tell me you don’t love me
That we can only be friends
Then you tell me you still love me
But never speak to me again
I hear it all
What you screech
Every line repeats
Until I fall in my defeat
Can I ever stop
The barrage of words
That crumples me down
Onto the floor?
What gives you the right
To drag my face through dirt?
Why, oh why do I listen to you,
Who brings so much hurt?
Your words bring tears,
Heat rising to my face.
I run out in humiliation,
Sobs coming as I race.
My heart is bleeding
My ears are ringing
My chest is pounding
My sorrow astounding
I can't take it
Enough is enough
The smile is cracked
The mask now gone
I'm finally beaten
Is that what you want?
I'm just a human
I'll never live up
Never reach what yo
Are running out
Like the future
That my heart
My black eyes
Her gorgeous march.
Breaking my hopes
Was our last
She ran away
My life turned grey
Living a plastic life
It’s easy to watch
An entire society
Like bricks in a wall.
Let me stay
Here with you.
I don’t belong
There to them
It was a mistake
Believe that I
My tears spillMy missing you,
my wanting you,
my needing you still,
my tears spill.
it´s all been said before,
you´d just walk in the door.
My love for you,
my dreams of you
oh if it could only be,
then I´d turn back the hands of time
and you´d still be here with me.
By Suzanne Karbach 19th July 2014
Secrets and PromisesI am here because of the past,
Because of a promise that is endeavored to be kept.
I can only hope that this dread won't last.
Since the past is also what's killing me the most.
But no one knows,
What goes on in my head.
The painful woes,
That have not yet gone away.
Secrets that can not be shared,
Buried deep, and very far.
Only if anyone cared,
But God knows no one ever will.
Hiding the truth may never feel right,
But I am only doing it for the best.
I am not going to win this fight,
For what is left of me, I'm broken.
Wedding VowToday, my love, I lay my hand in thine
And vow to spend forever at thy side
The path that lies ahead of thee now mine
My strength to bear thy cares and match thy stride
Today, my love, I wear thy wedding ring
I pledge devotion, heart and soul, to thee
I share what joys and sorrows time will bring
And cherish thee for all eternity
Today, my love, I pledge myself thy wife
And take thee as the husband of my heart
I gift thee all the moments of my life
That nothing in this world tear us apart
A Song for the StarsUnder the night sky, here I stand
To seek for beauty, peace and love
I once have known in human's land
But I now see in stars above.
Beneath the heavens, I look up
To see the wonder of the stars,
Wishing the night would never stop,
That I could always gaze at Mars.
After midnight, I'm still awake,
Thinking of stars and something else -
You whom I love, for goodness' sake,
And my love - none but stars can tell.
The constellations - they remind
Me of your eyes that I hold dear
In my memories, in my mind
All while I look at stars so clear.
In the midst of dawn, I still stand
To feel your presence once again,
Like when you roamed the human's land
When life was great and free of pain.
Early morning, I now look down
To think of you and other stars;
Although I may not see them now,
They're still there, like you always are.
Widows FearsIn a graveyard a widow stands
Remembering her lover who lays below
Under the stars
Weeping like a willow
The sky starts crying
In sync with her tears
This is why she had quit trying
Why she’d fallen into her fears
Keep your head up.The weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders,
crushing you down,
and making you smaller.
The more you struggle,
the heavier it gets.
My advice is:
Keep your head up.
When it pushes,
And when the world gets the message,
you will fly.
And when you fly,
you will finally understand what it means to be alive.
And that is,
to keep your head up,
and look at the challenge without flinching,
and once you rein dominance,
you hand it over to another that is giving up.
No one deserves what you previously felt.
Death's DaughterEverything to lose, nothing to gain.
There is so very little that remains.
A soul of light has turned to dark.
It's now littered with cuts and scars.
Noting to gain, everything to lose.
Death is the only option to choose.
He walks by her...he takes her hand...
She looks at him and knows he understands.
Coldness rest upon the skin,
Only seeming to sink further within.
She sits by a fire, begging for warmth...
But she wont...can't...feel it anymore.
Now, there is nothing to lose...
Now is there everything to gain.
Death now has a daughter in his home...
And there...in his arms...she'll always remain.
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