PEACE. BE STILL…
LIMITLESS
There is a calm on the wind…
A peaceful still quiet in the breeze…
The smell of Spring awakens from the surrounding Trees-
The Earth breathes a sigh of relief.
The thrashing waves cease their Raging of contempt, instigated by the harsh Winter Wind,
Cold-
HEARTLESS…
Now…,
Relief has come…
It’s almost Here!
“CAN’T YOU HEAR IT?!”
Spring is coming!
“HOPE AWAKENS…”
The A.M.
LIMITLESS
Wake up…!
Peeling the sweat off my face, stained from this instant, this incident, in this intense thought processes.
Emotions vomited after hard pill was swallowed.
Their scrutiny is so intense! Their scowls of Judgment burns at my very thoughts!
I scrape, and scratch my head trying to get the image of this Past mistake, OUT-
IT TRIES TO HAUNT MY MORNING…!
It too, Hunts for the drops of inspiration for Today-
To poison them in the Guilt of Yesterday…
To poison them..,
In the Guilt of Yesterday…
WHY..?
LIMITLESS
I persist against the endless urging-
This Impatience is Burning!
Penetrating mental visions, even by day, My Dreams remain the Drive.
The Burning behind this-
“WHY?”
Hear the Passion in my reply,
“To open the access Gate to Dreams lost,
Now recovered.’ Lives reclaimed and the Finacial burden on Families lifted. ”
By hands which where given a tool to pave and lay a pathway to thier Dreams and Hopes…
Forging forward, Rolling over opinions!
Abounding above the Fear of Decision.
This WHY..,
Has MADE ITS INCISION..,
Into Heart…
The Flames of a once quiet desire catch Fire to Thought!
“I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE”
Seeing the suffering of my fellow residence, with no residenence of their own…
Seeing villages of abandoned and lost homes-
Victims of shady home loans.
Families laying thier children’s head on lent,
Fed scraps for Breakfast, no Lunch, because you have to save it for dinner…
While “They” Mock!
Thieving Aristocrats…,
But I won’t play the Victim,
so enough with that…
My WHY is bigger so I figure instead of pointing a finger…
I can Lend a Hand,
Extended to my fellow Man…
“& They ask Me…’
‘WHY?”🤔
INNER TURMOIL
LIMITLESS
I,
Stay relentless climbing outta trenches, pits and mental prisons,
because I had not courage to face IT…
Basically I was sick of seeing a Victim in Me, cringing cowardly..,
“I RIP YOU OUT OF ME”
I grab at the anchor, linking Spirit to Soul-
Clinching restoration…!
I walk away…
VICTORIOUS.
Whole….,
From this Battle for Soul…
WORK IN PROGRESS
LIMITLESS
Repairing the broken Man in the mirror;
Looked inside the whole, Black, No light exists in the shadows clouding the Real…
“Who am I?” tried to get the answer through methods unusual-
The path took me down a road ignorances cursed, then Wisdom dispersed its light, shined on pieces broken…
“Heal Me….”
Words echo, shaded by closed eye’s…
“I can’t take looking at my Broken Mirror…’
‘Reflection…”
It is Time
LIMITLESS
At the altitude where only Angels reside, held in thought are the Hopes of a Man… Painted, upon the tapestry of Greatness-
He desires to make this Life such a sight-
attracting an audience, a Heavenly Host, peering into the window of time just to catch a glimpse of the approaching winds of change…,
With the one voice of glorious expectation,
They shout in unison…,
“They are ready..!”
TEARS of GRATITUDE
LIMITLESS
They Fall one by one…
When I think of the Sun rising on the horizon bringing light!
Scattering the Darkness polluting the Situation-
I was hiding..,
In.
Fighting furiously to stay a float!
In the Storm that raged-
I broke….
Then awoke to a peaceful silence;
The risen light came as welcomed guidance…
HOPE…
At last….
PURPOSE REBORN
LIMITLESS
Flames burning bright!
When Wings take up their might,
Lighting up the Midnight A Phoenix taking flight.
Out of the ashes in to the Night Sky–
Traces of a Fire..,
“Fly….”
Don’t speak!
LIMITLESS
Don’t Speak!
Just keep it inside bottled up;
keep it contained so it wont erupt.
Wipe away every trace of pain so they wont point and stare-
like they actually care.
I just wanna disappear into the dark-
into the quite shadows of…,
Ssshhh,
Don’t speak!
They’ll know of the pain endured daily,
“on the scale of 1-10 how bad is it?”
I reply,
“25!”
Now let me hide these features of inner turmoil struggling to a boil…,
“SSSSHHHH-
DON’T,
speak….”
CAPTURED THOUGHT
LIMITLESS
Random thoughts connect a pattern of mistakes I wish I could’ve changed the face in the mirror wiping away the condensation so I can see clearly who I’m facing- breaking frustration; these naked screams deep from with in this flame has risen to bring execution to the words of shame felt when condescending looks pierced armor breaching Soul But now they’ve been captured in forgiveness thus rendering them speechless on death row awaiting the word, “Removal”, of ignorance for GOD spoke This, “My Son, FLOURISH!!!”
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