over flowing emotions
life not in motion
filling these empty cups
want a life adventure, want to learn a culture
dreams are for when you are asleep
then let me sleep
unable to switch off these emote
feelings weight me down
gravity weaken, unable to pull me up
diagnose with a case of the ‘Blood Curse’
contracted at birth
“until death do us part”
at that low point, Octave
on a miracle note
life is but a circus act
performing fact, surrounded by animal tamers baring their wipes
yield to special orders, allowing no slips
laughing at life clowns shenanigans
go ahead hop through the flaming hoop
now comes the leap of faith
diving in a cup of water
are we watching looney tunes
the crowd laugh to see such fun
life but as circus, a puppet show
at what end of the string do you lie?
Source: Rise Above
We continue to fight both the angels and demons of our past, in some shape or form, until we die. I believe that true and absolute reconciliation with our regrets, misdemeanors and mistakes is a modern psychological myth – one which particularly suits evangelists of all colours. That is not to say that we cannot come to live relatively free of the constant gnarled and gnawing pain of self-retribution, but it is a great theological charade to pretend that we can be absolved of all consequences, in perpetuity, of the darker shadows of memory and responsibility. That is the mystical get-out-of-hell-free card of the finest snake-oil tub-thumpers in our midst. Take responsibility for your historic actions in order to re-stake a claim on volition, perspicuity and the moral good, but not because of a doctrinal dogma that says they are sins, and that you will always be sinful, and that a good and brave man once died to prove this. Rise above this narrow penitence and face the great and grave truth in the mirror…the past cannot be undone and the future is yours alone. Face the truth in his name if that is meaningful and necessary, but do it on the terms in front of your eyes, your own soul, not in the fog of received wisdom or the legends and truisms of the ancients.
People are chained by the teaching of ancient times and what should been done and what should not been done from birth brainwashed to follow and to not question or to not look into what is said for yourself to come to a conclusion. do we really have freewill?
Have a read people, this is some good stuff. the source of this expose is above. ^___^
My words only knows sadness
it only knows loneliness
with a touch of a little hopelessness
when I write it spills on the paper
revealing all my tension all my worries
In hopes to not relive it later
my words pronounces all my disappointments
tell me, when you read
do you feel it at this moment
I am but a flower without color
A tree without root
surrounded by weed, no room for growth
my words is a candle without light
moving though the dark with no destination
tell me, can you feel what my words are feeling?
Hello? are you reading this?
if you are please nod
now that I have gotten your attention
on to the main attraction
I have gotten you curious?
well try not to kill the cat
it’s minding its own purring business
did you just smile? let it stay for awhile
Just a thought, I want to try your cooking
Is it any good?
You think I could?
Maybe I should…
Stray from what this….
Is intended for
Must be boredom
nothing but ‘Psycho Scripting‘
lets be a psycho together
hey! are you reading this?
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. — Aristotle
On the outside we smile
On the inside we cry
Can you tell by looking into our eyes?
Tell me how much painful is pain?
How happy is happiness
Yearning to stop this burning heart
Questions without answers
Answers without questions
How the world is twisted
All I see is black
Am I blind?
Sinking while losing feelings
Hey! can you
Let my sorrow
Good morning or night where ever you are wordpressians, having or had a good start I hope?
Just using this post to wish you a good day or evening with an inspirational post from me:
“Waking up smiling and looking to sky is enough to produce a productive day…whether it’s raining or not, even the rainy sky is beautiful”
The UnSpoken Arts