Scars
A mark on the flesh that sticks with us for life that tells a story about certain pains that we have endured. On the road of life we encounter many scars some seen and some unseen. Some long some small the bigger the scar the bigger the pain. But if you look at the shape of a scar you can envision the incident. For example a bullet wound scar , small circular like our world. We live in a world where it is ok take a weapon such as a gun to wound our brothers and sisters. Another example from personal experience I have a scar on my stomach above my belly button from a knife nothing bad happened but a simple surgery to repair a hernia. But if you look at the scar and really like myself over think it. It left me with a memory that something was there apart of my life that shouldn’t have been. Please I tell you do not fear or dislike scars they will always remind of us of something that is no longer apart of our lives, places we shouldn’t have been or things we shouldn’t have been doing. But now I know you are thinking what if someone gets into a car accident or simply playing a game of basketball. Those scars are still pains that we have endured but if we look at it everything is planned. That car accident scar could have saved someone next to you you kept going didn’t you. You motivated someone through your own scars to keep going.
Addiction
Life presents us with tests that we use our addictions to get through. Some it may be the gym or meditation. Mine is pills the body high it gives you to make you feel everything. Every beat in a song to every drop in the summer evening rainfall. But let me tell you why although no excuse but the truth is when I’m elevated outside of my norm I feel the pain raw cut throat down to the bone like that turkey on thanksgiving day. I get to feel all of my sins who I call savages the beasts in the night that tear my flesh with no turning back. But let me put the thanksgiving dinner table scenario in your mind. Think of a rich family with the head of wolves looking at a table full of delectable foods . Waiting to tear everything to shreds everyone getting their own share most wanting more than the rest. Greed but they just have to have that little bit more to feel something. Content is what they want to feel. So now let me take you back to me the addict now I’m above the clouds deep in thought yearning for inspiration but while my high is escalating I forget to realize the sins that are continuing to get their fill. While battling the dark the light prevails boom a thought inspiration to enhance my life. But if you are an addict to something you know that there can always be a good or bad trip. But what happens when they collide. When both suck you into a vortex of confusion. Opposites it may seem the good really bad and the bad really reality.
Needed me
Do you know your worth
Not in the sense like a price tag but your value in my life. Do you see what I see a Queen none the less. Perfection a true diamond in the rough. You push me away but your soul screams you needed me. Not for monetary needs or possessions. But the spark that our souls have when they are intertwined. What are you waiting for you needed me. It’s not to late to grab on to your everything. Not in saying that In a vain manor but you forcing a wedge between us you are breaking down from the inside out because you needed me. I’m here for forever. Everyday I rise for you like the sun does for the earth. I’m here to make you glow take you out of that low part and put you on my shoulders for show thats what I mean when I say you needed me.
The Dark Side
Thorns as you call them cutting you deeper and deeper as you step further into the garden of her roses. Blind and clueless that each sharp point is taking its pound of flesh. But as you grab that rope of patience forcing yourself deeper a new realm is unlocked a new demon to face a new dark side. You get to a good point in the garden of her and you feel safe you set up camp. Then a storm hits not rain or sleet more of fire and brim stone that burns up the progress you have made only to realized a new patch has grown and it has more thorns to deal with but they are beautiful to you still. So you take the plunge and press forward Pretty brown eyed soul is all most see but deep down there is a dark side that you can’t just let be but now you are in to deep and the pain of the thorns is starting to take over with no remorse are you ready to turn around , stay put or move ahead. Going forward into the rose bush only causes deeper wounds but turning around retracing your steps are wounds that you have lived in the past. Your soul bearing the weight of a garden that you can’t nurture continuing to water but weeds begin to grow but if you look at reality weeds in a garden only overtake the beauty of the real flowers blooming. You my darling are the rose bright red likes rudolfs nose. The only one that pokes through when everything else fails Shining brighter than any other you are a rare kind . You are phenomenal in every facet just stop and realize it
Her inner garden
Your body as a whole is what I want to conquer. To crave every piece of you but there is something that entices me more my sweet. Your inner garden it pleads for me to let me inside. To embrace every avenue of pleasure you which to have within your inner garden. Many have tried and none have been deemed worthy of entry. But you allure me in trapped in you. Now I’m here your inner garden the most beautiful of all. Let me make change here I ask you. Let me make a difference and leave a hold on you that none can separate. The ambiance of your inner garden is amazing. Well kept neat nothing out of place. I know your mind is wondering when is the good part when will I satisfied. When will I feel that orgasm that will leave you speechless. As you let me unlock the gates and tear down the walls of your inner garden, I leave my impact I leave my heart here because if it’s here it will never leave. Your mine is the most inner garden you have let me nurture it and take yours out f your comfort zone.
Credulous Grievance
With hands graced upon the snow,
much like an epitaph that reminds of a wayward time stolen by the inevitable; it inspires ponder foretold by an ending that was already nigh.
“What is a key without a lock”?
“What is security without a perimeter”?
So the words dare release from the tongue, with hands graced upon the snow, with cold whispering throughout the body, much like remnants of a credulous ideal betrothed to the agreeance shared by fate, for at this very moment is time for grievance.
AHAH
‘‘Get up!’’
She took a deep breath and faced the being standing before her. It stood ever so bold & stared into her eyes.
‘‘What’s it going to be~ missy?’’
She darted toward it, raised her sword- before the weapon hit the being- it started to bend and curl around.
The being laughed and then smiled. She let her sword drop to the ground.
‘‘Hey,’’ the being said.
She looked at it. It grabbed her sword & handed it back to her.
‘‘Keep practicing and don’t ever throw your sword again like that.’’
Most of the being’s students had to discover for themselves that they have to keep practicing using their sword—or whatever they had come to learn how to use~ like other students before them had learned after many days of training with the eternal being.
The being wondered to himself...humans were odd ones for sure...if they spent most of their energy to do what was right, and not fight (almost) all the time, what a difference that would make in their world.
Uh, most- if not all- the students had failed to realize the final part of the practice and training- they were to only use the weapon for good. It was not meant to be used for destruction to other humans, or any other life.
The being hoped that this time this line of students would see clearly the final part of their practice and traning. Now that would be such a relief!
#AHAH
sunday, 8 december, 2019.