Oh! What a day to be Alive.

A bad gateway keeps me from writing
What's on my heart,
On my mind,
And in my soul.
Could someone please let them know?

What a wonderful world we live in,
Where we have seven billion 5 Pointed Stars within.

There is a good soul in everyone.

Life's meant to be a little messy.
If you don't have some mud on your shoes,
Some dirt in your hair,
Or a scratch from an outward reaching tree,
Did you really have any fun?

I feel the energy flowing in me,
The breath returning to my lungs,
I am Alive again.

Everyone can be good some of the time,
But who will be good all of the time?

Turn away from what slows you down,
Let go of what scares you.
Move towards new life.
And embrace all that comes with it.

The only illness that remains in you is self doubt.

A Man is not made by what he does in big moments.
Rather,
A Man is made in the mundane ones.
For if a man crafts and forges his character in the mundane,
When an ordinary moment becomes extraordinary,
He will act righteously out of instinct.

Anger is degenerating.
It burns up in a fiery rage
And leaves destruction in its wake.
The only thing left,
Is a hollow feeling of regret.
And a want to make amends for things,
That cannot be made right.

A night alone is better spent,
Than a night spent with bad company.

All my life I've been running,
From goal to goal.
Challenge to challenge.
Craving the rise,
And fearing the fall.

But now,
In your arms I feel a peace I've never felt.
A nurturing love that I always feared,
Is in the end what has given me a calm I never thought I would have.

Coming back after a long time has passed,
Brings the sweet ambrosia of nostalgia to my lips.
I sip, but do not drink.
For getting drunk on the past,
Can never last.

I see waves crashing and breaking on the shore.
I can feel a lightning strike shoot up my spine.
I hear thunder clap as its echo moves in rings that encircle me.
I feel the Cosmos swirling around and within me.

Anyone can throw a stone,
But it's much harder to forge a tower of gold.

I see the trees.
I feel the gentle breeze.
I look at out at the grass of green.

I am at ease.
I am at peace.

The sharp, dark waves crashed onto the rocky shore of a small island. The jagged stones that made up the coast stuck out of the ocean like an unorganized set of teeth shooting in all directions. A cold gust swept in and pushed the tall trees to and fro; moving them at the whim of the wind. The sky was grey as clouds completely surrounded the shore and blocked out the sun and its magnificent rays. The waves continued to smack up against the black stone shore when a man walked out to the oceanfront.
He was a small, old man wearing nothing but a loincloth and a bow strung across his body at his left shoulder. On his back was a quiver of crude arrows that were carved from the same black stones that created the island’s shoreline. The man was of a slight build. He was not particularly imposing as his olive skin and dark black hair continued to get rained on. He gazed out into the choppy waters before him, unfazed by the downpour of rain from the sky. He concentrated on the waves as they rose and crashed in a cycle that seemed to go on forever and ever. There was something peaceful about it all. To see a wave rally itself to an intimidating height and then disperse into the waters around it as if it had never existed in the first place. But yet that wave was always still a part of that ocean; though the definition of what was the wave was, was never clear.
The man turned his gaze back to the island with the rocky shoreline. He had lived there for as long as he could remember. His parents said the same thing to him when he inquired about their arrival on the island. And his grandparents told his parents the same thing a generation before. The island wasn’t so different from the waves, he thought to himself. People come and go. They disappear, but their essence always remains. There is something that always endures and rises in the next wave. Something simultaneously transient and eternal. The man smiled at this thought as he heard his wife call him in for dinner. He turned his back to the edge of the earth and walked home.

I am in complete and utter awe of the world and everything in it.

After the shouting stops.
After the fear subsides.
Between the cracks in the pavement,
A rose grows from the concrete.

True beauty lies beneath the surface.
For a pretty face may hide sharp teeth.
And a strong chin may have trouble within.
Look beyond the outermost layer,
To see what someone is truly made of.

You refuse to admit that you are no longer afraid.
Admit it and be Free.

Be yourself,
There's no one like you.
Among the countless lives lived,
There just aren't two.
So please,
I ask of you,
Be yourself.

Don't listen to bitter people,
For all they know how to do is hurt.

I've borne my Soul unto you.
I've shown you my flaws,
My imperfections,
The chinks in the armor.
And instead of running,
You smiled,
And asked.

When do we start?

The breath of God is
An inhale and an exhale.
An intake and release,
It is birth and death.
The breath of God is
Everything.

Charge fiercely at fear.
With teeth bared
And nostrils flared.
For the fight is on,
And there's no turning back.

A chisel that is too sharp,
Cracks the marble that it works so hard to shape.

I don't know if you realize it,
But you're climbing out of the pit.

I'm crackling with energy,
Shining with power,
It's my hour,
To be extraordinary.

The only curses are the ones we put on ourselves.

Brick by brick I build my tower,
Day by day I grow my flower,
So when one day,
You ask me how I grew my power,
I'll tell you I did it,
Day by day.

That's what this place has to offer me.
I do things better here than I ever thought I could.

Act in defiance of your fear,
****** vitality from it,
Do everything it tells you not to,
And Live.

We are not constituted of bones,
Nor muscles,
Nor arteries.
We are made of stars.
And we burn on as the Divine Fire for all eternity.

It is best to do it right the first time,
Even if done slowly;
Than to do it improperly a dozen times out of haste.

It's more complicated than don't crave, don't suffer.
The key is to do each,
And transcend both.

I stare down the dragon,
That's been tormenting me for years.
Her hand clasped tightly in mine.
I brace myself for the fight.

To walk on water,
To soar to new heights,
Is as easy as it is to breathe,
If you believe.

This hurts me more than you'll ever know,
But in order for me to grow,
I have to let you go.

I thought we could be lovers,
But that would not be true.
I thought we could be friends,
But that wouldn't do.

So now I've found the best way to hide my pain,
Is to stop thinking about you, and let you leave my brain.

We'll both be better for this in time,
I know that to be true.
But there will always be a part of me,
That will always love you.

When our lives are mundane,
We crave the unknown.
But when it comes,
We turn our backs and run away.

Don't hide from what you don't know,
For going through it is the only way we grow.

All is love and love is all.
For even hate is the energy of love flowing in the wrong direction

When you are at peace,
Everything falls into place.

How do you face the truth,
When you've been living a lie for so long?

It rains today,
For flowers to grow tomorrow.
So do not fret when your shoes are stained with mud,
For that merely means you'll soon be out of your rut,
And in a beautiful field of flowers.

Follow the ray of sunshine.
Step out of the shade.

Look at how free you are,
Free from pain,
And from past scars.

They hold power over you no longer,
You are free.

I feel free;
To live without the burdens of the past.
To exist now in the present moment.
To move through life without worries about the future.

Be free,
And sing the song of your Soul.

The shackles that once held you in place,
Have fallen to the dirt below your feet.
You are Free.