I am a ghost walking(;)
through the memories
replaying in my head.
My actions cease
with the moment;
they exist no more,
but memories last forever.
They are the never closing door.
I walk through
the corridors of my heart and mind.
I am a silent witness,
lost within the imprints
I've left upon sacred time.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
You better watch out!
You better go hide!
You better look up
and see the witches fly-
Halloween is coming to town!
It's the season for the deceasing
You'll always stay out late,
Eating candy and
trick or treating
While you scream and shake!
Oooooh, you better watch out
You better go hide
You better look up
and see the witches fly-
Oh Halloween is coming to town!!!
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC
I've thrown myself off the cliff of uncertainty
and I fall
fast
scraping into
my shadows and
anxieties;
I hit my fears
face.
first.
The Plunge of Faith
comes hand in hand
with the Purge of
Eradication,
Deformation,
And
Illumination;
and with this pain-
this process
of being smashed open
Broken,
everything I thought I was
Dismantles,
and the mirror of the dark night
is created;
from which,
I am able to see
Everything I Am,
already Was,
and will always Be.
Within the pieces of
this dark night mirror,
I am finally able to see,
Me.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
I am going to keep
beating my drum,
with hopes of
finding someone
who will dance
to my song.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
The nouns of my life are fading.
I'm left standing at an
uncomfortable cliff.
And the winds of
change keep
whispering,
"Do you
fade or
fly?"
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
Uncork the bottle,
And pour it quick!
It’s been a long, long day
And I need sip.
Wine, oh Wine
I’m glad you’re mine.
Without you, I fear
I’d lose my mind.
Your dark, luscious beauty
And your white gentle hues
Coax and ease
My stress to defuse.
On days like today,
And nights,
Like tonight,
It’s you I turn to
For some bottled delight.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
I want love-
Not the little love
That makes the
heart skip, and
The face blush.
I want to indulge in the Love
That ignites the Spirit
The love that fills all voids,
Heals all grievances,
And
has no boundaries,
No limits,
And
no preconceived notions.
I want the love
That is contagious by presence.
The love that
eradicates insecurities
And replaces them with ecstasy,
I want the kind of love
That sets people free.
I don't want the love
That beats around the bush.
I want the love that
bangs
down my door,
Sets my heart
a blaze,
And keeps
fueling
the fire.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
Dear Anxious People Pleaser,
I forgive you
for not being authentically you-
for worrying
about what others think,
hiding yourself
for the sake of others,
and for following
in the footsteps of others,
rather than walking your own path.
I forgive you.
To the Heart-On-My-Sleeve,
I forgive you for,
in the process of
deeply caring for others,
you neglected to care for yourself,
allowing yourself to be walked upon,
and drained to depletion.
I forgive you.
To the Optimistic, Ever Hopeful Mask,
I forgive you for putting on
that smile rather than displaying
what you truly felt,
covering everything with an
"It's all good!"
I forgive you.
To the insecure and frustrated boy,
I forgive you for
keeping everything buried,
locked up-
hidden,
and
by doing so,
you allowed yourself to grow
resentful, angry, and at times, cruel.
I forgive you.
To the Sacred Crying Child Inside,
I forgive you
for acting upon your anger,
and self-loathing,
that you hardened your heart
and treated others with harshness-
becoming those who wounded you.
I forgive you.
To the broken Soul,
and Healing Spirit,
I forgive you for being
"strong" for so long
that you failed
to revel in your own brokenness.
I forgive you.
I forgive you.
I forgive you.
I forgive you.
Ashé.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
I choose compassion,
rather than the past;
acceptance,
rather than ignorance,
trust,
rather than anxiety,
and most importantly,
I choose love, instead of fear.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Welcome to the South,
where we teach
Christ's compassion,
rather than put it into action.
Where we honor the
Red, White, and Blue,
but only want to share it with a few.
Welcome to the South,
Where our values are just as backwards as our deep fried diet,
and our minds are
just as closed as our hearts.
So pull up a chair,
or a double-wide,
Grab a peach
or a pecan pie,
'cause ain't nothin'
gonna change,
till DixieLand dies.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC