There is a purpose for everyone of us. Unfortunately, we don’t come with a manual. The purpose for our being has to be discovered by us and then we decide to live out our purpose or bury it. Our purpose is mostly tied to our gifts and talents.Pursuing one’s purpose gives a satisfaction that money…… Continue reading Finding Purpose
Centuries Past
Through many years of darkened history, Times plagued by the reimagines of the human mind, Rewritten histories of blatant untruths, Yet to (re)conquer we must pay OUR dues? What’s ours is theirs, they said, what’s theirs is theirs, So we didn’t have it any other way, Get mugged with a smile on ya face, If…… Continue reading Centuries Past
Cry Baby
Running to my Abba with my legs wobblingLike a child desperately seeking comfort from the arms of a fatherI know my Abba’s got meWhat I did or did not do is not up for discussionWith my Abba I can be vulnerableI can let down my guardsBecause Abba knowsHe seesHe hearsAbba is out of time He…… Continue reading Cry Baby
Beneath The Willow
The comforting sound of the breeze wish-washing against the leaves, The calm beneath the willow, The beautiful bloom of the spring time flowers, The burnt orange vibrations of the fall, The scorching sunshine that comes with summer time, And the biting cold of the winter breeze, Season after season, The willow is somehow still there,…… Continue reading Beneath The Willow
Papa’s Orchard
in Papa’s orchard, where you came to me as a long lost friend, where we picked the greenest of apples, and selected the reddest of strawberries, where we laughed and laughed until our stomach ached, making memories in the blasting heat, returning home to rinse and repeat, sometimes it came to me as a dream,…… Continue reading Papa’s Orchard
New Season
I am in my happy girl era I am my own happiness Yes, I am the table and the price I am in my peace era No time for the BS Toxicity and drama are blocked from viewing my status If I am counting correctly, I think I have fallen and risen a hundred times …… Continue reading New Season
Opposite The Patisserie,
There’s no rush quite like the sugar rush, The pool of craving almost goes to my head, But my feet are too little and my pockets are to empty, I’m poking my little head in the window, Endless supply of pies, cinnamon rolls with bows, My father beckons me to follow him, but he doesn’t…… Continue reading Opposite The Patisserie,
The Hourglass
Time seemed to slip through my fingers, With every waking moment, Time was but a fleeting guest, A sharp reminder that trying to take space was my best bet, Being as loud as possible in a crowded room, To be heard and not shut down, And when I come face-to-face with regret, Tensions will only…… Continue reading The Hourglass
UNSAID
All the words that remain unspoken for peace sake Unheard are the bitter truths which were suppressed not under oppression The goal was to let sleeping dogs lie But dogs when awake, some bones must be chewed No guts, no glory Guts? Yes! Not one that wants glory So we let sleeping dogs lie Had…… Continue reading UNSAID
A Case of The Itis
Caught a case of the itis, With symptoms so severe, a rash here, a headache there, My mind reading like a corrupt file, There is no treatment, there is no cure, It’s just the kind of sickness that goes away by itself, Leaving behind a little hypochondria here and a little bed-ridden anxiety there, But…… Continue reading A Case of The Itis
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