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Two green beads blink in the black
An unexpected visitor on an abandoned stretch of road
Handofate Incarnate
Maybe it was Him you should have been worried about all along
That Goddamn Son Of A...
Your world spirals
You struggle for control
But that's never been your strong suit
And you swerve from one inevitability to another
A bigger, brighter pair of eyes
Yet somehow far less hopeful
It screams
You scream
The deer probably doesn't scream, but you can't know that for sure
Your last dance partner takes you by the hand
Your feet are killing you but He makes you keep going
Spins you around and around
Under His eighteen left feet
No
When you are blessed enough, to be inspired enough, to be present in your life and in your moments - even if it's simply more often than not -- you open yourself up to the universe. Like a flower in full bloom, you're open to the nutrition of the elements, of the energy radiating, palpitating at your very acknowledgement.
Being present comes with consequences -- love, beauty, seeing not merely looking, knowing not merely believing, doing not merely thinking.
Whatever you observe around you, all that you have in your space, in this moment, apart from your mind, body, spirit, and the phenomenal nature that surrounds us : it has all been man-ma
Lie Down and Rest My Child by Aart-ish, literature
Literature
Lie Down and Rest My Child
“Oh, my, what ever is the matter My Darling? What are You still doing up?”
“Oh, Mother... It was dreadful. I had the most terrible of dreams, and when I awoke it was real.”
“Come now... Here, to My arms. There, that's the way.”
“I just want everything to be O.K., and it never will be.”
“There, there... Lie down and rest now, My Child. Everything is going to be fine.”
“I can't...”
“You can.”
“Sniff.”
“I promise You, You'll feel better. Just close Your eyes. Believe that it will be okay.”
“They'll all hate Me for it.”
(a Sonnet)
He fills both hair and arms to glory her
With all the flowers lavender and blue.
Draws scent to waiting nostrils blossoms' stir
That seems to match the tremor of their hue.
He shakes the dewdrops all until they're gone,
To rain upon her eyes and lips between.
She so adores the muted light of dawn
That keeps the colors of her buds pristine.
The other colors of this pallet bring
A daisy wheel of yellow, red and peach,
To give to her a rainbow arc of spring,
And give to him her love within his reach;
In future parting seasons, colors fade,
Their scent, however, never dies away.
You kill us you shoot us you keep us down
You enslave torture and sell us for fun
You starve us to keep your crown
You let us go without seeing the sun
You stay on top, oppress us with your faith
You are comfortable drowning us in your wealth
You feel strength sitting beside your wraith
You feel empowered with your good health
We shall rise to quell your dominion
You will not live to see another day
We are glad to rid ourselves of your opression
Now it is safe for our children to play
We stand united and strong against your tide
We will rise, all of us
Equal
Remind yourself to be by rociobelindamendez, literature
Literature
Remind yourself to be
It is easy to forget, but it’s also easy to remember.
To remember is to recall, it is dependant on having had something in mind at a previous time, which you pull to the surface from the recesses of your mind.
Some things seem to be easier to remember than others. I find, it is that which requires some effort on our behalf, that is the most important to remember – because it would seem we have a tendency to forget it. Ergo, we are paying more attention to else, while what requires our awareness is raging. In essence –– we must remember to forget what plagues us, and instead make sure to pay attention to that, which w
I know that occasionally,
probably, you’ll think of me;
and I guess that you’ll agree
– there is no more enmity;
but, to banish the old need
to satiate curiosity
proves harder yet
and history
still keeps us in its custody.
If ever you dream to be free
you’d find that you have company
and the bells that once rang sweet
have us spelled in sound defeat.
If ever you should wake from he
who charms you with his sorcery
you’d hear the chimes
that signal Time
is leaving us behind.