new poem, blessed indeed
Things I used to be have faded, as things I used to think have changed,
I am no longer a child, no longer a stranger to the evils of the world
Yet I try to find the light in everything. Sometimes something dark can see the light inside of me, and it can grab hold of me, attempting to drag me down to its level. Somehow I always break free from this spell, and arisen a stronger person, a more enlightened being. I find that things often shock me still, even though I have seen through the eyes of god, and witnessed the birth of the universe, whether just a figment of my imagination, or the essence of love, communicating. Sometimes, something sneaks in, and tries to lead me astray; it fills my head with negative thoughts, and creates judgment upon others. These chains I attempt to break as well, for they confine me to a prison of my own close mindedness. This often comes from outside sources, perhaps not intentionally, but rather from their learned past. I despise lies and dishonesty, should you ask me a question, and unless I don’t want to answer you’ll get nothing more than truth. If it is something I am not comfortable talking about, or if I am unsure of how I feel about the situation, I shall not speak. Should I feel the need to express myself often I find that I am creating,. As the essence of the universe creates continuously as time flows onward into what may or may not be eternity or oblivion.
The crosses I bare don’t hold shadow of how I choose to treat people, and I will help the helpless, and give all that I can, I will hold true to the golden rule of life, that seams long forgotten by the rest of society. My sexual, and creative nature are at one with each other, and my philosophical views match that of my sexual and creative energies. My faith, which comes from within rather than from specific dogma, is strong yet often wanes, from possibility to possibility, yet one thing remaining strong, what ever created me, has been with me, as long as I have been conscious. I can hear the voice, I can feel the vibe, I can see the vision, and I know that I am not alone, I never have been, and never shall be. I have done my share of wrongs in the past, and I have been wronged as much as anyone. Yet very few can say ill of me, very few have little to no reason not to trust me. those who don’t have reason to trust me often had problems seeing reality clearly.
Who am I you ask as you look into my eyes, why do I remember, what do I feel?
I tell you, I am more like you than you think. I remember because I choose, I feel what I think, and I think what I feel. Often the word love comes to mind, but sometimes my thoughts are unkind. These times little do I speak, for verbal communication adds energy to thought, and thoughts like these need not form. Usually I stick strait and narrow to the path, but on a razors edge I walk. A tightrope of the spirit. Occasionaly, I see something shiny and ver off to take a look. These are the times I loose sight, and need someone to help me remember, to help me to once again see.
Yet I always try to remember, see light in everything,
With this thought, all experiences are blessed indeed.
I am no longer a child, no longer a stranger to the evils of the world
Yet I try to find the light in everything. Sometimes something dark can see the light inside of me, and it can grab hold of me, attempting to drag me down to its level. Somehow I always break free from this spell, and arisen a stronger person, a more enlightened being. I find that things often shock me still, even though I have seen through the eyes of god, and witnessed the birth of the universe, whether just a figment of my imagination, or the essence of love, communicating. Sometimes, something sneaks in, and tries to lead me astray; it fills my head with negative thoughts, and creates judgment upon others. These chains I attempt to break as well, for they confine me to a prison of my own close mindedness. This often comes from outside sources, perhaps not intentionally, but rather from their learned past. I despise lies and dishonesty, should you ask me a question, and unless I don’t want to answer you’ll get nothing more than truth. If it is something I am not comfortable talking about, or if I am unsure of how I feel about the situation, I shall not speak. Should I feel the need to express myself often I find that I am creating,. As the essence of the universe creates continuously as time flows onward into what may or may not be eternity or oblivion.
The crosses I bare don’t hold shadow of how I choose to treat people, and I will help the helpless, and give all that I can, I will hold true to the golden rule of life, that seams long forgotten by the rest of society. My sexual, and creative nature are at one with each other, and my philosophical views match that of my sexual and creative energies. My faith, which comes from within rather than from specific dogma, is strong yet often wanes, from possibility to possibility, yet one thing remaining strong, what ever created me, has been with me, as long as I have been conscious. I can hear the voice, I can feel the vibe, I can see the vision, and I know that I am not alone, I never have been, and never shall be. I have done my share of wrongs in the past, and I have been wronged as much as anyone. Yet very few can say ill of me, very few have little to no reason not to trust me. those who don’t have reason to trust me often had problems seeing reality clearly.
Who am I you ask as you look into my eyes, why do I remember, what do I feel?
I tell you, I am more like you than you think. I remember because I choose, I feel what I think, and I think what I feel. Often the word love comes to mind, but sometimes my thoughts are unkind. These times little do I speak, for verbal communication adds energy to thought, and thoughts like these need not form. Usually I stick strait and narrow to the path, but on a razors edge I walk. A tightrope of the spirit. Occasionaly, I see something shiny and ver off to take a look. These are the times I loose sight, and need someone to help me remember, to help me to once again see.
Yet I always try to remember, see light in everything,
With this thought, all experiences are blessed indeed.