at that low point (Octa)

over flowing emotions

life not in motion

filling these empty cups

want a life adventure, want to learn a culture

wishful thinking

dreams are for when you are asleep

then let me sleep

battery-less remote

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

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LifCircus

life is but a circus act

balancing tightropes

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?

Rise Above

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. ^___^

The feelings my words holds

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

in sight

tell me, can you feel what my words are feeling?

Are you reading this?

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

“nya”

did you just smile? let it stay for awhile

It’s beautifully…

silly looking

Just a thought, I want to try your cooking

Is it any good?

You think I could?

Maybe I should…

Not

Stray from what this….

Is intended for

Must be boredom

nothing but ‘Psycho Scripting

life uplifting

lets be a psycho together

hey! are you reading this?

Smiling Sorrows

Smiling Sorrows

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

Smiling back

Am I blind?

Sinking while losing feelings

Sorrowful

Hey! can you

Let my sorrow

Smile?

Morning post

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