Good morning,
Good morning,
The day's just begun.
May yours be filled
With much laughter and fun!

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!!!

I am going to keep
beating my drum,
with hopes of
finding someone
who will dance
to my song.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.

We go through life
Trained to question,
To seek knowledge,
To understand.

But this isn't
An easy task
We have here on hand.

The truth hurts,
And facts aren't always pretty.
A simple "yes" or "no" response
Can bring you down
Quite quickly.

"Is it cancer?"
"Is he cheating?"
"Am I really wasting my life away, sulking in cheap pity?"

Questions like these
Cut beyond flesh and bone.

Their answers go deeper;
They penetrate the soul.

So here's a tip
As you journey and grow:
Don't seek answers
you don't want to know.

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.

When are you going to
wake up and realize
That this is your life
And no one else's.

Not your father's,
Not your mother's,
Not your Sister's
Or your brother's.

They may have
Hopes and dreams for you-
Things they'd like you to acquire,
But you're the
Composer of your own life;
The conductor of this choir.

Do what you want.
Make mistakes,
Learn, and grow.
You're only given
One chance,
Do you really want it to blow?

Overcast skies, cool breezes, and falling leaves.
Fall returns reminding me
That even in death,
There is irresistible beauty.

They say, "keep going
Till you smile again.
Keep going till you laugh
And dance, till sunlight
Washes away the rain
And joy unleashes your soul."

But, what if you've never
smiled, laughed, or danced?
What if darkness
was all you've ever  known?
What if it's been your only friend?
What then?

I choose compassion,
rather than the past;
acceptance,
rather than ignorance,
trust,
rather than anxiety,
and most importantly,
I choose love, instead of fear.