Thats what we call it...
When you get so beat up
You can't walk anymore

But then you do.
you always do.

Except maybe this one time
when You say
I reached as High as I could
and I still couldn't reach
the highest Star of my Dreams

the one that really mattered.
Apology...
For trusting people
who didn't give a ****

First, I thought it was my Center
Then I thought it was my City
Then I found it was the Nation
And when all came down to Who's Who
and whats, what
It was the WHOLE  ******* WORLD!!!

Invited into My Prayer Room
the very chambers of my Heart
My innocence.... tied down with a chain
from THE VERY  sorrows of my Being
work that was being Done

The shame of it
my shame,... for being weak in that moment
unknowing Trust, that opened the Door..

You froze for me,.. and I froze for myself

Family, Co-workers, Community..
PrayErs!!... not a one who held the light with me

not down this dark Alley..
Only to the beginning place.
not here.....not this

APOLOGY
Made of the finest Matter,
It is Pure Sunlight
thru the Tears of God
Cave of Death Renewal

Eye of Horus
Announcement of another way of Being
True Love form those Who Care for Me
Love..

So I think I will Announce.

Only God Gets To make that Decision
Only God

Miracles are not just for the Rich
Not just for the Strong,
Not just for the Powerful, Or the Best....
Miracles are for Everyone

And God know's I've shown that I am everyone...
rejector, protector, ******* salesman, Vanity Hero, Loser, even victor
for all my overcoming.. I won, over my Own Giving Up..

More willing to wear the mantle of Humanity than any other
Not even close to Perfect
Fragile...in the Moltenness of the Earth
Cosmic See,
of
Divination

When I go into plank,
please realize this is not
my showing off yoga talent.
I am an epileptic. Please,
when I fall down convulsing
in your liquor store, which  
I only entered to buy a pop,
know I am not a drunk, so please
do not kick me in the head.
I am an epileptic. I know
how strange it seems to
watch a man go rigid, crash
wide-eyed face forward, ****  
and **** himself, make a stink
of public places. So please,
please do not scream at me.
I am an epileptic. I will
likely come to, but then
comes the *****. I am
sorry for that, more sorry  
than you could possibly be  
for me. My world is as such,
and I did not wish to intrude  
on your day. I will go away,
as soon as I gain faculties,
lift from murk some understanding
where I might be. Embarrassment
is not easy to carry, but I will
take it, stinking, slinking away.
I am an epileptic. I am
so very sorry.

The agnostic man that feeds the poor , clothes the enfeebled or shelters the disadvantaged shall walk the fields of Heaven someday whether he believes it or not ..For his good works came not out of fear of Hell but from love and kindness , divine works directed from a precious , caring heart ...

The hole begins so small
But then it starts to grow
It gets deeper and widens
To what end no one can know

No one knows the pain
That's felt when you're alone
The darkness becomes a friend quiet but for a moan

Surrounded by friends
But no one is close by
And all you want
is to lay down and die

To put on a smile when you're nothing but empty
And still make people think you're full of vigor and peppy

It tires you out day after day
And all you want is for someone to say

Hey I know you,
don't you dare lie
I can see in your face
You're​ ready to die

Then with vigor you speak
And release it all out,
fight the sadness and the pain
You're ready to let loose with a shout

But no one comes up
You're still all alone
Instead of looking for help
You decide to just go home

How does the cycle end
Only one of two ways
Find help get a friend
Or your life you could end

Ask yourself this question as you go to sleep tonight
Was there someone I met that needed help in their fight

Can I go out and do better
Listen to someone and care
Is there someone who's hopeless
Who just needs me to be there?

People are committing suicide and dying everyday
It's about time we stepped up smiled and said hey

To be a friend to the hurting, the alone and the abused
About time we stepped up
The gifts of God be used

To be the reason someone's still here and alive today
And all because we sat down and listened to what they had to say

It doesn't take much
Just a good attitude
A willing heart, a lending hand
To help change a depressed mood

Why do I feel the constant need
to create something
do something
but at the same time
I always feel like I am too tired
and too anxious to function?