It’s a tiny breakOf life itselfNo longer about the neededOr who I could help Just some minutesOf muted brainReleased of stressOr what was to gain It was a blessingAnd also a curseFor which sobrietyWould always blur.
You wishWhat I am PerfectionTo K-Mart’s planI restIn perfectionSomehow different In your reflection Pay attention To my peaceIt is the answer To all you cease.
The story…Is both a comedyAnd tragedy-UnfortunateYet grand…In syncWith no plan. The plot,Is true!Still unbelievable…To you? Yes, I digress-It’s something-Those words…Without “how”To not impress. Each scene-Is Needed!Not matter how broken-Lessons pleaded. The narrator,I know!Too well…We talk,And not enough. The story. . .Is nice.Despite the nightmare-My life.
The worst enemyIs in thy self Being the brakesOr gas withheld… Just a causeAlmost short of witNot by brainBut choosing to quit.
Living in the present moment Healthy for the soul Until the present kills purpose The future takes its toll. Lost in the silence Then crippled by the noise Blinded from possibilities And where there was choice. Changes happening rapidly Even while standing still Legs are locked place Hope losing its will. The ghost of me … Continue reading She Was You
I just read a great essay by Jonathan Sacks regarding how to defeat religious violence. It is a great essay. The essay discusses the role religion plays in wars and conflict, why religion should not play a role, and what would need to happen for it to stop. Moreover, it also touches on how advances … Continue reading Why Am I Here?