Tag: advice

‘Floating in Air’

Stress-Free Zone Ahead!

A sample from Book 8

 Floating in Air
  
 I came around
to see change
 shortening the range‒
 just to see
all's the same
  
 so I float
in this air
here and there
 hoping for flair‒
 hearts open
gentle love's token
 but all's still broken
 ‒all's still forsaken
 eyes still closed
minds sealed‒
 that forever
round and round wheel
  
 so I'll reside here
just for a while
 give a little time
then off I'll fly
 forget
all this here try
 fully learning
no one can rearrange
 what's lost
in derange
 what refuses
to grow
 stay stuck
in naysayer's flow
  
 so here
I'll just float in air
 give a chance
a second
a third
 then off
I'll go
  
 hit the road
 seek places
where real love
flows
 without needing
chances to prove
 out right show‒ 
I won't just be there
 flowing freely in airs
desiring to share
 ‒easy will come
care
  
 yes, somewhere
out there
 lies a place
one face
overshadows
two-faced
 where real
the only deal
 ‒truth
over comes fool
this place
 I'll feel the overwhelming
need
to drool
  
 there‒ 
I'll come down
 stand on solid ground
 without a need
to just float in air
 for then
I'll truly feel a need
 to open up‒ 
for something
 care
feel life's breath
in share
 really be there
in that place
    somewhere
Continue reading “‘Floating in Air’”

‘Dwelling’s ‘Back Then”

Move Forward: Body, Mind and Spirit, and Leave the Past In the Past

A sample from Book 8

 Dwelling’s 'Back Then'
  
 we lived back then
 ‒our biggest season
 living in young
everything’s begun
 never still...sitting
 ‒moving in the constant
of run
 having class
having fun
 our communion
 ‒our glittering sun
  
 reminiscing
reliving‒
 our mind’s on-going reunion
 ‒a slight prison
caught-up spectrum
 indulging...believing
 our past
our best, truest companion
  
 turning needles to diamonds
 quarts to gallons
 each new past
remembering sermon
 grows
consumes‒ 
our present moment’s devotion
  
 staying stuck
good...bad
 all problems, experiences‒
 abstractions
 ‒digging deep
 our use-to-be fund
 concealing
present’s affirmations
  
 it’s done‒ 
time for a ascension
 new’s dimension
  
 the past‒ 
our firm confirmation
 holding on‒ 
constantly living
in its circulation
 ‒caught in its dreamy emotion
 keeping us in equivocation
 bypassing present’s creation
  
 it’s done‒ 
our back then
  
 it’s time
make the incision
 no longer in young
 but still living
in fun
willingness to run
  
 keeping our retrospections
 but allow in
new manifestations
 all else‒ 
move to preservation
  
 it’s built us
gave us qualifications
 for now’s implementation
  
 stop dwelling on
back then
 start living
in now’s skin
  
 new moment’s begin
heightens
ascends
 new memories
creating a foreign spin
 awakening
now’s life
we’re in
  
 allow the transcend
build new mountains
 ‒from young
to older...wiser
within
  
 then‒ 
sets a new trend
 that day coming
age sets in
 on porches
breathing in fresh winds
 under summer suns
in chairs
rocking
 memories
unpacking
easily spoken
 story-telling
of live in living‒
 not broken
not stuck in young’s brethren
  
 instead‒ 
a put-together rendition
 of a life lived
 in total contribution
  
 let go of back then
 awaken
in now’s innovation
 live‒ 
new moments
in motivation
 new memories
adding to collections
  
 for in aged years
recollections
 the spices‒ 
our truth’s personification‒
 the new young
can’t get enough
 with us
lost in conversation
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‘Use It To Be It’

What ‘Not’ To Do When It Comes To Your Past!

A sample from Book 8

 Use It To Be It
  
 it happened‒ 
look back there
 once, twice, thrice
 ‒don’t stay there
  
 turn that wayward stare
 towards something rare
  
 turn that experience
into deliverance
  
 he may have gotten you
clouded your view‒
 that hidden abuse
that traditional muse
  
 demanding traits of you
 change your clothes
 ‒that too
so subtle, so quiet
  
 you went along
 after all‒ 
you had a home
 someone
to call your own
  
 time ticks
‘til matters click
 change comes quick
  
 only for you‒
  
 he’s his own game
inside...the same
 hiding from you
 ‘til open...wide
clear becomes the view
  
 you fell hard
 that knife
beyond sharp
  
 but here you are
 wearing
a survivor’s star
 wondering‒ 
lies where
your somewhere
  
 from back there
turn that clouded stare
 ‒things begin to clear  

 don’t put that past
totally in the rear
  
 take it‒ 
use it with class
 bettering you
pave an avenue
  
 ‒there’s no excuse
 only you
had the view
  
 share it‒
 help others
overcome it, too
  
 that place
out there
 elevates
what he tried to kill
  
 now
you’re headed somewhere
 while
he’s stuck back there
  
 there’s nothing to it‒
 it’s just fair
  
 his childish control
 becomes
   your gold
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‘Pity-Party Me Not’

Don’t Fall To the Devil’s Trap and Lose Yourself to Pity!

A sample from Book 8

 Pity-Party Me Not
  
 save your grace
 ‒me crying in your face
 maybe it's best to walk away‒
 not have your good spirits replaced
 with my selfish-daunting embrace
  
 don't let me crowd your space
 in a lost self-pitying race
 I have to find my way
 backward steps
not to trace
 get up
move forward‒ 
there's a dream to chase
 ‒a gift
in my heart
God† did place
  
 in all that oh-poor-me lace
 ‒wasting day after day
 I put aside what's great
 for others' self-demeaning fate
 ‒those who lost faith
 not giving time of day
to words God† had to say
  
 that day after day
turned to year after year
 willingly serving myself up‒
 a circling, dead-horse tray
 my own bed made‒ 
self-pity's prized bait
  
 around and around
up and down
burying my I
 around, around, around‒ 
a circling maze
 ‒down, down, down
in self-pity I laid
  
 to whomever'd sit and listen
I'd saturate‒
 serve self-pity's cake
 jump in with pleasure
without thought‒ 
bathe
 smothering my I in hate
 on self‒ 
adding burdensome's weight
  
 flying free
in the greatness of unease‒
 my eyes‒ 
lost in sedate
 ‒shielded behind bondage's tape
 over my happy‒ 
anger's blackened cape
 misery's base
I did drape
  
 I closed all gates
let the sun's ray
 slowly sink to night's blackened gray
 ‒down, down, down
in a mercury-ladened lake
 'til I laid in waste
 seemingly sealed in a darkened cave
  
 I held on tight‒  
my wilderness-mentality trait
 fighting against moses' trusting faith‒
 doing whatever it took
 ‒forget heart's break
 with constant play‒ 
attending every sinful date
 ‒hearing God's† words
refusing to obey
 falling down, down, down
not caring what's at stake
 from reality‒ 
wanting to separate
 losing to evil's webbing spray
  
 everyone turned‒ 
from me
ran in haste
 'til self-pity became my only mate
  
 then came the day
deep inside me‒
 God's† hand began to vibrate
 my wavering faith
evil couldn't take
 ‒mixed-up signals
my heart began to translate
 at first
a slow rate
 raising from a bottomless crate‒
 I began harder to pray
  
 through all my mistakes
 for me
God's† patience did wait
 cradling me
as I lay
 ‒drowning in self-pity's tears
 softly patting my back‒
 knowing how slow this I operates
 telling me:
  
 it's going to be okay
 take your time
it's your way to make
 no matter the pace
it's never too late
 ‒whatever the case
 I'll† help you break
evil's enclosed vase
  
 harder I did pray
 hearing clearer His† words
 stronger became my faith
'til that magical day
 His† light alone‒ 
out of that darkened cave
 my way
He† did pave
  
 here and there
self-pity comes, says hey
 for moments‒ 
again
I lose my way
 but as light as a needle of hay
 He† lifts me
 ‒His† light pours within me
 an abundance of rays
 blinding evil's come what may
 filling me with gentle's taste
 ‒oranges, apples, grapes
fruits of my labor
 the brilliance of grace
my truth in faith
 proving to me
nothing stands in my wake
  
 so, each time
self-pity‒ 
I seem to embrace
 just give me space
 let me alone face
find my own way
 backward steps
less and less to trace
 each new day
faster and faster
I replace‒
 that wilderness-mentality trait
 ‒evil's webbing embrace
oh-poor-me beckoning date
 soon to disappear
without a trace
  
 the deeper I pray‒
 quicker and quicker
I re-find my way
  
 with purer, stronger faith
 realizing
it's not just a dream to chase
 it's a gift‒
 in my heart
God† did place
  
 so, my self-pity
please don't embrace
 turn away
give me my moments
to pray
 my special one-on-one date
 just me and my Lord†
 ‒heavy in faith
immersing my I
 in words He† has
to say
  
 ‒no time limits placed
on days I pray
 just know when I emerge‒
 I'm stronger
heavily armed in His† way
 so each tomorrow
I'll easily face
 for I'm endowed‒
 smothered happily
   in His† amazing grace
Continue reading “‘Pity-Party Me Not’”

‘A Letter to Pandora’

Say It: ‘I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar!’

A sample from Book 6

 A Letter to Pandora
  
 my dearest pandora:
you evil whore
 stop opening false doors
 I'm tired
of your illusive detours
 ‒your negative gore
  
 I'll admit
I fell for the allure
 the I love yous
the you're beautifuls
  
 I'll admit
 in my glass
I let others pour
  
 I gave up control
let others take it
 then gave them more
  
 their promising lure
came slow, gradual
  
 I believed in I'm yours
 I believed in giving
 ‒times four
  
 I swallowed hard
walked, paced floors
  
 I cried and cried
hid my raging sword
 as more and more
me...they ignored
 ‒never questioning
what for
  
 all this rage built
I learned to hoard
 keeping the peace
I constantly explored
 praying you'd close
 these selfish-hearted doors
  
 but I see
how easily
you get bored
 needing to keep
good hearts torn
 ‒racking up scores
on your evil board
  
 enough!
I'm tired of being scorned
 you're just
an evil whore
  
 my rage is building wings
 ‒jamming closed
your controlling doors
  
 hear me roar!
 I'm not a board
to be walked on
 or drilled
with material nails
 ‒your false lure
  
 I'm a woman
an unyielding commodore
 high‒ 
I will soar
 above all
your negative gore
  
 look up
you wretched whore
 I am woman
   hear me roar!
Continue reading “‘A Letter to Pandora’”

‘Stepping into the Fear’

Forget the Fear. Concentrate On What You Want!

A sample from Book 6

 Stepping into the Fear
  
 what you are is what you think
 ―an old worn out thing
 but living half your life
you come to see
 how truly right
these words ring
  
 any day-dreaming thought
 even silently in the dark
 ―closed secret of the heart
 given enough time
begins to shape its part
  
 if the pictures seep in your head
 while laying in bed
 something you dread
or just want to unwed
 ―be careful
your repeated secret byline
 given enough time
 will come to you
will come true
  
 it takes years
to make the picture clear
 bits and pieces― 
many scenarios pass through
 your reality won't mock it
 your actions won't show it
 but in the universe
you did throw it
  ―over and over
believing it just fantasy
 only your mind can see
 nothing close to your reality
 what does it hurt
losing yourself to its scenes
  
 just a day-dreaming thought
 something imagined in the dark
 ―silently in your heart
 where no one has to be fought
 something you think
not really sought
 given enough time
begins to shape its part
  
 with enough passing days
 with enough nights to fade
 the fantasy slowly builds
 secret thoughts turn real
  
 the universe enjoys enough time
 fantasy to reality begins to align
 instead of in your head
 ―hidden secrets fed
soon to become
a life led
  
 deep inside
you try to deny
 your eyes continuously cry
 this can't be right
 you start a war
 ―feverously fight
 an outward dreaded fear
 ―at first unclear
 the day-dreaming thoughts stop
 as hands move on a clock
tic-toc, tic-toc
 all your eye-seeing reality
 becomes your secret fantasy
 not exactly the way you saw
 ―the same is the result
  
 wiping away the tears
 now, it's all perfectly clear
 what you wanted the most
 ―the secret you didn't boast
 was the one thing
you truly feared
 the fantasy
that only the universe
could hear
  
 so it changed your course
 ―it may feel forced
 you yell, scream, cry
over and over asking why
 repeat, repeat, repeat
'til you're hoarse
  
  it leaves you no choice
 but to step into your fear
 ―see your secret thoughts
 as the true reality
of your heart  
Continue reading “‘Stepping into the Fear’”

‘Never Forget’

What Do You Stand For?

A sample from Book 1

 Never Forget
  
 each day you get up—
 never forget
who filled your cup
  
 each day you begin work—
 never forget
on your back
there's a shirt
  
 each day
you create something new—
 never forget
who gave you the clue
  
 each day
you joyfully sing—
 never forget
the past-learning thing
  
 each day
you sit to draw—
 never forget
you once was young and raw
  
 each day
you start to paint—
 never forget
those who can't
  
 each day
you work your farm—
 never forget
you have two arms
  
 each day
you design a new dress—
 never forget
those poor...in distress
  
 each day
you write on your book—
 never forget
the years of learning it took
  
 each day
you write an article—
 never forget
those who can't live humble
  
 each day
you sit to learn—
 never forget
those who lack concern
  
 each day
you attend a school—
 never forget
those controlled
by a dictator's rule
  
 each day
you drive your car—
 never forget
those who have to walk far
  
 each day
you take a bath—
 never forget
water...some do lack
  
 each day
you sit to eat—
 never forget
those who can't afford meat
  
 each day
those you judge—
 never forget
they don't ask for much
  
 each day
you wedge your war—
 never forget
you're watched by the Lord†
  
 each day
for greed
you make policy—
 never forget
where comes God's† glory
  
 each day
you choose not to pray—
 never forget
in the end
it's God's† say
  
 each day
God†—
you don't thank—
 never forget
how your day soon sinks
  
 each day
you have a choice
 it's your individual voice
 that's heard
above the noise
  
 whatever you say
no matter the day
 for your wrongs
you'll eventually pay
  
 never forget
when problems you can't solve
 when accidents you're involved
 when anger doesn't dissolve
  
 never forget
when you're ridiculed
by your boss
 your keys
you carelessly lost
 government rendered fines'
heavy cost
  
 never forget
when love leaves your house
 when your income goes south
 when criticism
comes from every mouth
  
 it's your own choice
 ignore the Lord†
your criticizing voice
 not believing in His† truth
 —playing your own card
 your reasons for shedding blood
 —your raging fighting flood
 using His† name
for nothing but gain
  
 never forget
 God†...your Allah†
is one and the same
 you are His† children
 equal in His Holy† vision
  
 to not thank Him†
 to ignore His† ten commandments
 to think
you're better than Him†
 to not believe in Him†
to condemn His Son†
 —all that's within Him†
  
 these accidents
these painful moments
 that's happening to you
 is just a clue
to what He† can do
  
 you think I'm wrong
you're right
 —your non-believing song
 won't lead you
to any throne
 here's a test for you
 take a break from your cause
 from your man-made laws
  
 a month that's all—
 each day
when you first awake
 thank Him† right away
  
 don't lie
don't steal
don't cheat

 be nice
stand up for what's right

 say thank you
say please

 to each person you meet
  
 pay attention
to those with limitations
 those missing a limb
those blind
 those left cripple
those without money
  
 open a door
try to help
do more
  
 for one solid month
then you'll see
 how things change
 how you start to feel
way down deep
 there's nothing to believe
 all good—
comes from He†
  
 you just have to stop
slow down your clock
 you don't need miracles
 to understand
His† principles
  
 love
peace
forgiveness
helping
  
 is all He† wants
from you
 to be true
to be honest—
 His† simple menu
  
 if these you do
He'll† be true
to you
 His† love will shine
you'll see His Divine†
Continue reading “‘Never Forget’”

‘Yelled Sarcasm’

5 Ways to Heal ‘Self’ from Abuse and Trauma

 Yelled Sarcasm
  
 speaking out of turn
 oh! how this heart burns
  
 this once gentle character
stripped
 each time a tone of voice
tips
  
 gone the plow
that once endured
 for this ache!
there is no cure
  
 once betrayed
bitterness lays
 honesty...only the heart craves
  
 that forever solid pace
yearned
 ‒left with only discern
  
 out the heart‒
emotions...flipped
 drops of dimes‒
where truth is clipped
  
 all smells like week-old manure
 ‒nothing left that's pure
  
 seconds, minutes, hours‒
turn to days
 as what was‒
gets lost in a bitter haze
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