#keepwalking
Like everyone, you
must live your life your way, and --
just get on with it.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
He bought her sandals.
The best ones she ever had.
They were hers and
she loved them.
She was the barefoot
kind of girl.
It came to her
that he had laid a path
for her to tread upon
by gifting her with shoes..
It was up to her
to take the first step.
And to keep walking.
On land
Across the sky
And through the mind.
Keep walking
until the time comes
to stand still again.
To take off the sandals
and feel grass underfoot.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
No matter however many conspiracies life weaves,
Whatever tricks it may have up its sleeve,
All the hardships i will cheerfully heave,
I have and will always believe!.
I believe that walking through storms,
Only makes a person clean.
I believe that starving only reforms,
And makes a person fit and lean.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
I lack inspiration, when sound does not riddle the causeways of my mind
when echos bounce less around my cranium and more from my lips i find..
solace,
solace in the fact that no longer am i directed from indirect communications but more from the sound i make,
i learnt to grasp the steering wheel in both hands and turn sharp in the corners,
i learnt that without sound echoing through my ears my eyes work with pinpoint accuracy..
i never noticed the way the grass grows over old cobbles..
i never noticed the way my heart beats
the way it skips, and bleats,
i learnt not to be a sheep, but a profit,
a guider to the blind,
don't tell them I'm blind as-well
because it doesn't matter if i can see or i cant
it does not matter if what i say is truth or lies
but if the fiction of my antiquity compels you to lift your heart up
brings joy from the desolation of your mind but to the fore front of the battle field that is your life i have achieved something incredible, I've achieved peace
peace through happiness, joy through inspiration so read on!
read on young soldier,
your broken mind and battle ready battle wounds are bound too tightly by your compassion to conform
take of your bandages and read on! read forwards and on wards and strive to learn, why
why young soldier i know you've never been trained
and i know your mind is ill with discontent and i know your shoes are whittled to your socks and i know
i know how hard it is to stand with two broken legs and only the solace of that barren bare cranium to lean on
but in my antiquity young soldier
i have learnt that we are all warriors
fighters along a broken line standing our ground against greater odds then you could ever conceive of battling...
i know young solider that many will fall and die
and many will perish to broken minds and hearts and souls,
but the ones who make it through this perishable existence, the ones who fight beyond any compassion beyond any reason,
god I've met boys who will tear out each others throats with their teeth I've learnt that men are shells of creatures that have never been fully understood,
my existence has been about
nothing but fighting
and now i have reached an age where i can lay down the rifle of my words, i can leave my blunted knives to rust in a back closet i realized young soldier
the agony of your existence may seem like the end, but its just the start.
and when your reach a point in your life where you can rest,
savor it,
do not let someone tell you how to exist without your consent , do not fight a battle you do not want to fight,
stand your ground young soldier
re-reinforcements are on the way
L.G
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC