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andrew juma Sep 2016
Singing my lost melody in the iron cage
Normal was lonely
I hoped and wished of the endless blue
But those hopes and dreams broke

They broke into little gems
Just like the millions of stars on the night sky
I think about what I missed
And I am so far behind

Fighting the dark past,
The ghostly shadow that creeps inside me
Everyone can see it in my eyes
It is taking me away

From where I want to be
Who I want to be...
Nonetheless my mind is set
To vanquish the ghost, or forever remain caged
Learning to live and let live.Second part of this series coming up soon.
andrew juma Sep 2016
She glides across the sky at dawn
To come light up my night with her golden glimmer
Her nourising words heal my hurt
As the warm stanzas wrap around my heart

I love the way she sculpts the words
Carving me poetic wings
We mound the winds and chase after happiness
Across the early morning sky

One day I hope
My verses will find her lyrical womb
And make her pregnant with a dozen suns
To rein over the dark realms forevermore
andrew juma Aug 2016
Mirror by my bedside
Why are you in cahoots with the inner man?
Expose him
Give me a three dimension reflection

What you hide
When you feed my fantasy?
What sentiments you keep burried
Among a thousand reflections?

Plastic reflections you give me
Sunrise and sunsets
Thriving in impressions
You suffocate the real me,vainly

Can you see past my face?lets face it,
In darkness will you see a light in this heart?
In light will you reveal hiding gloom?

Lift off your make-up tonight, dont fake it
Show me where
Visions thin into illusions
Strip it all down, give me the explicit

An imperceptive liar you've become
You frustrated some
They smashed their fist into you, lied to you
Everything that you hide someday explodes

Show me you so I show you me
Be true
And I will be real
Don't care how long it lasts
  Aug 2016 andrew juma
Cynthia Jean
Your gravest danger
giving up
ceasing to believe
I can still do
wondrous things
in your world.

Keep moving forward
depending on Me
trusting
expecting  a path
to open before you.

Refreshingly new

Behold
I will do a new thing

I am making a way
a way in the desert
and streams
in the wasteland.

Cj 2016
Isaiah 43:19
We must never lose hope
  Aug 2016 andrew juma
Richard DeGarmo
My friend.
I think of you and would love to take away all the pain in your eyes.

My wish is you find peace within yourself and remove your fears,
and you become amazingly happy without stress and worry.
Then you will find the clarity to see how blessed you are in many ways.

Then you can see it is the journey.
Each day do what you can, and don't judge it.
It is gone.
Look forward to another day, other experiences,
and another page in your life.
You get to choose what it will be, and it will be perfect because it is. You can do this. You can do anything.

We set up goals, but they can become hurdles,
then barriers to our feelings.
They become ends with nothing next.
We made it, what now?
We are unique beings and can choose our path.
We can be happy, or choose to only be happy if certain things happen. I would rather just be happy.

Life sends us terrible tragedies sometimes.
Things that tear at our souls and make us doubt our faith.
That rips our heart out and leaves only despair.
I know this feeling. Oh, do I know this feeling.
If we can let go of our fears, try and make sense of our lives,
we can mourn, then remember the joys of times we shared past.
The wonderful days we had.

Or we can hold on to this terrible pain all our lives, let it define us. Even let the terrible pain take over and let it shorten our lives.
We can do that. We can do anything.

It is when we forget who we are, and feel we have no control over our lives or happiness, we are lost.
Become a victim. Why me?
I am cursed, god has abandoned me.
So we can wander in the wilderness for 40 years, or we can find our way.
Maybe someone will guide us.
We can search forever or we can find a teacher.
We can do this. We can do anything.

Sometimes we feel trapped, and accept our fate.
Nothing we can do.
We have so many obligations we have to do.
So many things we can't let go of, all the things we can't change.
This means we feel there are so many things we must do when we don’t.
So many things we won't let go or are afraid to change.
We can do this. We can do anything.

I can't tell you what to do.
I can't tell you which path to take when you come to a fork, a choice.
I hope you will actually realize when you are making those choices.
No matter what you think, you control your life,
unless you decide to give that power to someone else.

So I hope you choose your paths well.
And if one of them comes near me, we can share some magical moments and I recognize them as being special.

You decide when you move, when you pause, or when you stop.
You decide who you will shine your light on;
Who you share a piece of your life with.
You can do this. You can do anything.
I just hope you know when you are making a choice,  
that it will take your life in one direction or the other.

And I hope you choose happiness.
If you let go of the pains and worries you hold so tight to your chest, you will be free to attract those things in life you need.

And then dream of the things you have found so elusive,
the things that will complete you, and they will come to you.
Life is a journey, not a goal because when you reach a goal, it ends. Your life doesn't end now, but it is easy to get lost again.
You think, I’m here, where do I go?
But you can do this, there is no right or wrong.
Who has the power to decide that if not you?
We live with those choices.
You can do this.
You can do anything.
Never forget.
Wrote this to a friend who was troubled. I read that Leonard Cohen worked so ******* his poems. Struggled with a wrong word, a break in the feeling. For weeks, even months. I love his writings and songs. I am happy I don't do that, I would never have the patience. I sit down and sometimes a story comes out. I may correct spelling or words, and then post it. I admire those that display such attention to detail in their works. True poets. I am an empath and just write down feelings when they come. I am no poet or writer. This is the first thing I posted because my friends on Facebook liked it. It brings me happiness when someone says it helped, and I look for nothing else. Richard
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