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Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
Surely there’s more to it than unforgettable moments of clear stupidity, time consuming idiocy of slurred thoughts filled with feelings of constant annoyance towards everyone but ourselves.
No satisfaction, endless depression, fleeting pleasures.
There had to be something more than this, I thought to myself as I hit the pipe one more time but this high is but a lie to distract us from the truth. What is truth?
How had it not reached me and yet was in front of me the whole time? Surrounding us, showing us reality but, of course pride blinds all eyes and when looking towards ourselves we refuse to see that which is clearly greater than us. We might in all honesty continue to participate for the temporal escapism but when it does die we remain empty for we’re surely it's slave and this type of medicine is not being prescribed with pity but with all intentions of making us more greedy.
Whether we realize it or not we carry out the purpose of the deceiver for surely we’re slaves but the source makes all the difference.
One brings forth confusion, isolation with false ideology of power over all ending in death, the other frees to bring us into Eternity's hands and I must say that my being a slave to the fountain of life is not always typically beautiful but, the joy is infinitely worth it because the Creator keeps me and that fact is why I am at all for if it wasn't for the higher call, I wouldn't be, literally.
Suicidal thoughts knocking on my door until revelation with reconciliation came to the rescue.
Without grace I’m no better than the ******* out in the streets yeah, for there’s none good nope, not one.
Stop resting in justifications for addictions to the diminishing ice.
Behold His luminous voice as He melts the walls you hid behind only to restore your fragmented soul, surely you'll be whole. You've been deceived so stop saying you're good vibin' when really you're just blinded. Come taste & see the greatness of new life. An eternal canvas in the making instead of a cycle that's constantly breaking.
Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
storm coming in the dry dead lands through the dark clouds and foggy breezes hovering over the sand
can’t help but spread the fact that the greatness of the land is not the plant firmly rooted but the cultivating and remembrance of the roots, including the present cry for a drop of water with much vulnerability as dehydration starts taking place
you can see the face amongst fellow traveling strangers
yet, there are still many who remain and stare with questions never asked. it is not merely a choice to be the one who digs into this land with mighty strength and bravery but a mere drop of the reality, the storm breaking in any time now, collecting all fruits and vegetations of life and it is not ours to choose but to be once we see we cannot help but to fill your buckets with life. selah, storm’s coming in, don’t rush for shelter yet with your empty heart that will restrain all sort of protection but learn that it is the rain where the true love is gained and then, be.
Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
Deep foundations tremble
As the thunderous voice speaks
All gathered by love, raptured by omniscient hands
Flooding again with realization and comprehension
Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
passed the unfathomable mountains
ran through the fog
passed the tales of the tall trees in the mysterious woods
drank from the overflowing river
heard all of the ancient stories
yet, I remain to wander and long in this unending travel towards the Light that shines brighter than the moon out in the desert, my Home
I have tasted and I have seen
nothing in all my wandering can satisfy but the cup that Your gracious hands offer
I am but a howl amongst this dry land
Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
sueño de un arbol
despierto y encuentro la realidad,
yo soy el arbol,
mis ramas se cain,
mientras las raizes estan aún mas fuerte,
llueve y miro tu reyno,
me inco a tu hablar,
me haces crecer otra vez.
Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
whispering truth in my dreams, awakened to them being a reality, my eyes gain true strength to look up, I bow, at last, new life
Nancy Delgado Feb 2015
Unknown precepts
Untamed lines
You draw out for every eye
My spirit hides in dwelling lies
Scared to see this heart of mine
Tangled in your mystery
I have come to see
That it is he who has shaped me
To heavily seek my disbelief
In hopes and prayer that it may diminish and
From it
A great melody may come to be
You alone see me and that alone troubles me
Yet in the in betweens it is you I wish to see for eternity
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