be not possessed
by any thing or passion

but

possess thyself in love and purity

for so he wills to dwell within his broken and beloved sheep

and ever gently leads them

I suppose I've come to terms with the fact that you will never love me. Because how do you dwell on something that never dwells upon you.

As we fell,
Into those depths I proceed to dwell,

The devil emerges from your delicate shell,

Only to maliciously tell,
This world to endure would become my hell.

My thoughts
never dwell on you
not even when I see tree branches
reach for the sun
like your arms
when the doctor said
the cancer
was gone

I weep a thousand tears yet they
never touch the earth.

They dwell within myself, not
falling trickling upon my soul.

For if they were to collect in the
stream they descended from.

My soul would surely drown,
and I would be submerged in sorrow

Don’t dwell in the past
Or life will never seem to last
Live for today, die some other day
Life will not have meaning if you cannot move on

Follow the path of your heart
Don’t bother to leave that part
Only truth will uncover lies
So, better yet- don’t say goodbye

Try not to drown in the pain
Forgiving might wash it away in rain
Only time will whisper what occurs next

The past is over, and future’s growth remains in its grain.

Temporary  paralysis oozing out my ugliness, curled under wings of unconsciousness, broken wings smothered out my last breath. The putrid and vile lie within, and the light and kindness still surface my friend. Let your mind take flight, through the mist of the morning light. This does not mean you left the darkness behind. everything cycles in time. time to see the misshapen circle in which you dwell. Everything is energy and power, and they unexplained the call it spells.