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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
in the big blue.
So alive in the surf,
so afraid to break the surface
Staring up through the dappled sun,
tail swishing in wonder.
How i wish for
the Celtic Sea
is my big blue playground.
My bravado grows in the night.
are just bright enough to guide me.
The moon controls the tide,
the dawn sends me
Daily Poem #41I guess it's time to go
Time to leave the nest
I'll be back soon I know
And I will try my best
My SkinMy skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
Is this world so worldly
Is everyone's pride so lordly
Why is my skin unworthy
Unworthy of your touch
What does my skin have to be
Does it have to be half of me
Why do you have to laugh at me
Laugh at me so much
My skin is only part of me
But it’s the only part you see
I wish someone would set me free
Free from your words clutch
What would happen if my skin was gone
Then would I be a beautiful swan
Would I be a delicate fawn
Why is my skin a crutch
Beneath my skin there is more to see
Beneath my skin there is more of me
Beneath my skin i am free
Free to be me and such
My skin my skin
Why does it begin with my skin
and not with me
Did You Love MeDid you love me then?
Do you love me now?
If you ever did
Can you tell me how?
How you could leave me
And love someone new
Was it really that easy
To leave me and you
You live in our house
And sleep in our room
While I share with a mouse
In a depressing gloom
I still have your picture
The one where you laugh
When you loved me for sure
And we didn’t have a past
I still catch a whiff
Of your love and perfume
But if I step off this cliff
I will be with you soon
So meet me at the end
And we’ll ride off together
And our souls will mend
AsylumThis world is full of madness,
Insanity and pain.
It will all take over,
Until no one is left sane.
This world is an asylum,
Full of problems and strife.
No one seems to care,
Until it takes over your life.
If you listen closely,
You can hear the screams.
The screams in our minds,
With no one left to dream.
We are lost in this asylum,
A nightmare that we live in.
No one ever survives,
And no one ever wins.
Tonight I ask of you...Tonight I ask of you...
Would you do me the favor of ending this pain?
Don't look at me like I'm the furthest from sane!
It's torture...its madness
It's sorrow and sadness
My existence a nightmare from which I can't wake
And no measure of distance prevents my heart from break
Every night I pray to God it will end
But he never shows mercy, no reaper does he send
There are those who should never fall for love's charm
For once they are broken, they only embrace harm
Unable to accept, unable to deal
Tortured by every overdosed emotion they feel
It is for those like us that only one end is clear,
Please send me away, forever my dear....
What am I?I thought I was the deepness,
the blackest cold of space
in an endless forward race
Perhaps I was the silence,
the space between the stars
A hollow, aching stellar wind
of burning cosmic scars
I pondered on the echoes,
to ask if they were mine
That slowly spreading whisper
from the very dawn of time
But now I know I'm empty,
like a singularity
And all my deepest, saddest thoughts
never escape from me.
EmptinessThere's nothing that holds me here
Nothing to keep
Just the everlasting suffering
Down there in my deepest deep
I won't pass the test of life
Everything I touch fades away
I'm not good enough to survive
Loneliness is ruling my every day
I believe only lies
The demons are chasing me
I run with blindfolded eyes
Dragging me into everything I don't wanna be
In these dark days now it's showing
I'm nothing more than an illusion
It's clearly to see where it's going
My life's damaged by intrusion
Blinded and chained down
I'm locked up again
Once again expecting to drown
All my efforts were in vain
He's like a ghost within me
That is draining my soul
Keeping up the forever agony
I'm sure that's his goal
AloneI remember that time,
You promised you would stay.
Wouldn't leave me behind,
But now you've gone away.
You said I wasn't alone.
How gullible I was to believe you.
Now I'm all alone,
Nothing you said was true.
But what can I expect?
I've always been living a lie.
Always the victim.
And always left to cry.
Left all alone,
In the corner of the room.
No one even sees me.
I'm alone forever, in my doom.
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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