A Journey to Living Now
2 days in a row I woke up And looked at the clock 8:22 And I am thinking about you No, not you You Not you You You, get out of the way. Yes you there, sitting in the corner, I am talking to you. I’ve said this in the past You’ve crept. Once into …
I had written of missing you before I experience your form. Loved you before you were born. I told the story of us meeting through pieces of my past. I created your pain and all of your struggles. Hand picked your fears, your smile, and I crafted your tears. I sang your voice into my …
I lost my words My mind My marbles. And, let me tell you, You, can have them all. Did you see those rocks fall out of my pocket? Take them they are yours. I didn’t lose them They found you I just realized I don’t need marbles To hold my light. To pull me And …
Sense has gone out the window. And I don’t care. I could allow myself to sit and think Poke holes in everything I see. But I don’t want to. It’s like I can’t think My thoughts have been cleaned All negative energy has been sucked out of me I have seen my memories drift from …
Experiencing a spiritual awaken is not magic, it is real work. I can tell you first hand, waking up is like getting slapped across the face, hard, and then every time you begin to fall back to sleep you are shaken violently. Shaken so hard it makes your head spin and your ears ring. I …
I was born in the wrong time I experience the wrong reality I woke up in the wrong frame. I burned through time with a fire that I have named. A nickname. A pet name. A secret phrase I choose to keep. An inside joke, and you’re dying to take a peek. I was written …
Here we are... Living the same life but lacking the understanding of what that actually means. You are living the same life as me. Just one step in either direction. That is the difference between you and anyone. Listen up, and I will tell you how I see this story. Please, listen. For without each …
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I met you in a pen Among words that dripped in tears With sentences strung together under fear In the structure of a poem I found your name And in my eyes you where made. My love for curiosity has brought us here. ... Do you remember the day you learned my name? The hour? …
I don't know where you are Or what you look like anymore I never know what you are doing And I can no longer recognize your smell And your taste has been wiped from my memory. I try, to picture you I try, to see you in my mind I search for you in my …
From the card Don't take anything personally: become immune to poison. The whole world can gossip about you and if you don't take it personally, you are immune. Immunity to poison in the middle of hell is the gift of the second agreement. From me Do you remember the last time you heard someone was …
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