Drift Away
Down the river
Towards the sea
Hopelessly I float Into obscurity
Thee anchor of love
That once held me
Has loosed its grip
And silently
I drift away.
roses in shades of black

The petal that strayed
Friday, November 13, 2009
Faith

My prayers get jumbled in my mind
Sometimes my mind stands still
Or I just plain don't listen when,
He tells me of His will.But I know that when I need Him most,
He's there with open arms,
Forgiving me for all my sins
And keeping me from harm.
He guides me gently day by day
And gives me graces in His own way.
But I still need to listen more
When He knocks upon my door.
To when He whispers into my mind
Revealing to me, His works so kind.
I know He loves me deep inside
And from Him I cannot hide.
From birth to death,
He'll be with me
Even though I cannot see.
just know that His promises are true.
That's Faith. I believe. Don't you?
fear find no place here
our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
we were all meant to shine as children do
its not just in some of us
its in everyone
your playing small does not serve the world
theres nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people wont feel insecure around you
as we are liberated from our own fear
our presence automatically liberates others
our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
we were all meant to shine as children do
its not just in some of us
its in everyone
your playing small does not serve the world
theres nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people wont feel insecure around you
as we are liberated from our own fear
our presence automatically liberates others
NoW PeoPLE

A hip non-conformist who truly stands for his/her beliefs - you are out to make a difference in this world, and you have a realistic chance of success. You have always been self-driven and derive your inspiration from those close to you. Ambitious - and why shouldn't you be - the sky is the limit for you
hang up

sighs upon sighs and time after time spent listening to your voice on the telephone line. somewhere between my mouth and your ears these words fall apart. and the distance that separates us makes me want to wake up tomorrow, because that's one day closer to waking up next to you. the good byes are never final, and we both regret to say them, despite how near the hourhand draws to dawn. i wish i could chart the moments we speak into a constellation and throw them into the night sky, where we both can look and know the feeling is mutual, hearts should change with time.
The L Word
one Day I'll Sing it ToO




There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he
And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things,
fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"
Pretty words that I like to hear



All the things Ive done before this
They dont mean a thing
And all the words spoken before this
Wont be said again
Suddenly so much of me has
No need 2 pretend
Cause theres nothin like the truth
To bring her back to u
And everyone Ive met before this
Aint seen me with u
Youre the only one who knows what I go through
Sometime u feel it even more than me
And I dont know how I ever got by without u
Theres nothing like the truth
And Ive got nothin left 2 lose
And every night I thank the universe that I found u
And I dont have 2 wonder
What the world thinks about me
I know youre in my corner
Youre always surrounding me
With your love
And if we all explode
See we would never know
But I just hope the pieces of my soul
Reach out 2 u
2 find my angel
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Cliff Razor
I stand at the edge
Tipping over
Sipping the rush of fear
Through my eyes as I stare
into the distant danger
that lies at the bottom of my heart
The edge so sharp whistles
agaisnt the wind you breath into my ears
when you speak
I am consumed by thoughts
of fears once felt
at the exchange of risk for injury
I stand at the edge
peering over at the vastness
of God's creation
and his masterful pieces of me
I stand fearful and fearless
I stand on the line not beyond or before
I lie on the flatness of the cutting egde
I bleed fear onto the cliff of risk
I stand on the cliff razor of my heart
when you stare into my dark soul
and still speak to say you love me
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Jack and his mistress: The slave

When we squint back into the days of our forefathers there is a story that has been told and told again.
There is a story about Jack and Azania.
Jack was a man and Azania was his slave.
Jack had many servants and many more slaves.
He came
She followed
He saw
She saw too
He came once more
She followed his trail
He took Azania on a voyage across the Atlantic sea
She built a sea of ships with her bare hands
He showed Azania how super powerful he was
She discovered that she made Jack super powerful
He gave Azania many names and put her into many more boxes
She took her many names and stood proud as an
animal ready to pounce on whomever beckoned a tongue
to call her by it
He stripped Azania from her roots and taught her to sing like birds and not beasts
She whistled whispers to the trees and howled to the
moon by night
He whipped Azania sometimes
She is reminded of what Jack did by the scars that line
her back
He punished her for breathing too much or too little when she bent her back to serve him and his guests
She breathes for no man but herself but she still breaks her
back serving him, his guests and her own
He let them come after he came too
She is raped by him and them and her brothers
He covered her in tar
She covers herself in tar for his pleasure and his pennies
He hung her from his trees to display her strength as a beast and a beauty
She hangs herself because she sees no beauty in the beast
of life
He burnt her alive
She burns him in her dreams and nightmares
He crucified her over and over in the name of his power
She prays to his saviour every day
Banishing Thorns

Walking so freely and fearlessly through the replicas of Eden in our imaginations. Smelling the scent of all the exotic flowers of the world. See how they blossom to seemingly smile at you, look at you, be with you. Life follows after you with the breeze that whistles away the tunes of yesterdays long lost. Buried beneath your feet is history in secrecy. Poison saturates the defenses of the beauty. Creatures crawl relaxed and yet aware of you. Serpents hiss and birds do sing. It's all God's creation and you see how it is a majestic and lovely thing. And you feel the moist earth covered in a carpet of grass. Thick and healthy, green and shiny grass that stretches ahead as far as the naked eye can see in daylight. The clouds seem to swell and the sun shines as well. Laughter cackles through the bush. Music chimes in the woods. Skin is alive with the touch of water and oil. Voices echo in the caves behind cascading waterfalls. The heel touches the stone and the toes dig in the soil and the arch of your sole seems to snap as a thorn pricks you back into reality where it is natural to wear shoes. Reality, where it is natural to be unnatural. Thorns prick you just when you least expect them so you avoid them and never feel the beauty of Edens that we were banished from.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Sad Sweet

Sadness leave this place and take me to eternity. Take me to an eternity of beautiful smiles and gentle friendly waves. Waves of goodbye and hello that have washed onto the shore of your life and mine. Life so continuous, continuously it goes on and it is ongoing like a lalaby to a baby on a rocking chair in the lap of a mother. Continuously going and ongoing in the liquid momentum that fluidly fills the emptiness of my heart. My heart that is now full of sadness. Sadness, come away from this place. This place in my heart where I rest only in death. Death, where I found you and felt you kill and take away from this heart of mine. Mine is the life where sadness and happiness romance each other to make pleasant memories. Aching memories of this life make me feel alive before they take me away to death where even memories of sadness will not matter. Matter now, oh Sadness, but matter no more than you will when I am gone with you. You be happy after your sadness but do not let sadness stay too long.
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