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#takeit
To move past your fears of the past To feel the wind blow through your haAt reigning your peace of mind To have your Freedon in life For the sun to shine above the darkness For your pieces of lifes to come together To Discover new things around the world For a vision of happiness With Reigning the things you’ve lost Of a life time of everlasting love To grow and show the world who you are With moving past your mistakes To experiencing personal growth With shaking off yesterday trash To share words of wisdom To be who you are meant to be To stand back up after tragedy hits To seek out laughter and happiness To sing with a joyful noise For your struggles to eace up a little To pray away all negativity To groove in the heart of love ir To reach out for your blessings To reconnect with your love ones To start appreciating what you have today So please,take a chance, your never know whats there for you if you dont everyone is worthy enough for a chance So take it Take a chance!!!
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Sep 16, 2023
Sep 16, 2023 at 3:45 PM UTC
Take A Chance
Love; It may not be there- Tomorrow Tonight A few monents from now. Seize it. Seize love. Carpe Amor.
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Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
Here today - gone tomorrow
# *When I was younger I had it all* But life took a turn It all came crashing down and I was left flat broke Losing all that I owned But when I did All those who loved and cared for me Lifted me up with love *And in that moment I was able to see How much* I truly had... It was only when I had nothing I could see that I had everything And what a wealthy man I am #
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
No pain, No gain
I am astounded. My cage has been rattled. I am shocked, disturbed, dazed, fearful, isolated, saddened, used, violated, agonised, tormented, defeated, sensitive, anxious….. I am numb to the point of icy pain, hands wrapped around an ice cube too long or drowsy and burning in the sun. Slowed movements, hypersensitivity. Tossed around like an angry wind, howling against locked doors and battered, stuck shutters. Adrift, skinned like game, on a still ocean sailing for nowhere. Hunted and forsaken in a desolate crowd of onlookers, puzzled and ignorant of their games. This is for all the people we have failed. Abused and tormented in sickening places and deserted dreams. Alone and neglected, hugging the dirt in cold overpasses. Starving and frightened of the guns that come creeping around the corner. Intimidated and overpowered in darkened corners and pitiful shelters. Traumatised and pillaged for their self-worth; their integrity stripped and naked. Discouraged and silenced from voicing desires and fears and nerves; humiliated and mortified in feeling a certain way, describing processes and beliefs and doubts and insecurities battered away like persistent flies, to masses of individuals too small and petty to understand. The deprived and vulnerable, resigned to poaching and begging at your feet for some sort of salvation, some help that you deny. Those re-abused, broken and prone to retaliation. The abusers and addicts, with no other faith to follow. The destitute we turn from; fear tactics of government and the impossibilities they promote for people. We can’t help you. The falsehoods we idolise. The loss of empathy is so whole and catastrophic, lives are rendered pathetic, belittled, scrutinised and judged unnecessarily for shell-shocked, domesticated, embittered humans to mock and disgrace. Ignorance and dishonesty prowling homes, and lives and friendships and lovers; claw marks separating precious flesh from bone. Those alone, locked in bedrooms, looking down at who they wish they weren’t. Pawed and petted, fragile girls taken over by ruthless men before they cry. Even in reverse, the vulnerable boys stripped and used. Men in chains, abused and threatened and stripped of dignity, in yards and prisons, in families, in offices and secret hideaways. Runaways chased, pursued and shooed; harassed until beaten. Turn your head and notice the scars they hide from you, sleeves rolled down; the red marks and seeping blood from opened veins that you deny exist for people. How real those demons are, how terrifying and ghastly they are because even you can’t visualise such horror. Blackouts ended in crashes and destruction and blood and tears; drowning bathrooms, locked rooms, ***** floors and painful years. Nightmares and paranoia threaten safety. Agonies of the mind can never be realised, internally cutting. You want to know what society is like? You want to know how inhumane the humans have become? Don’t bury your head in the sand. You only ever paint what you wish to see, alone on your raft. If I’ve forgotten someone, some place, some awful truth, you are starting to see then. You are believing me when I tell you it’s all real. What are you going to do now?
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Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Emergency Call
I am astounded. My cage has been rattled. I am shocked, disturbed, dazed, fearful, isolated, saddened, used, violated, agonised, tormented, defeated, sensitive, anxious….. I am numb to the point of icy pain, hands wrapped around an ice cube too long or drowsy and burning in the sun. Slowed movements, hypersensitivity. Tossed around like an angry wind, howling against locked doors and battered, stuck shutters. Adrift, skinned like game, on a still ocean sailing for nowhere. Hunted and forsaken in a desolate crowd of onlookers, puzzled and ignorant of their games. This is for all the people we have failed. Abused and tormented in sickening places and deserted dreams. Alone and neglected, hugging the dirt in cold overpasses. Starving and frightened of the guns that come creeping around the corner. Intimidated and overpowered in darkened corners and pitiful shelters. Traumatised and pillaged for their self-worth; their integrity stripped and naked. Discouraged and silenced from voicing desires and fears and nerves; humiliated and mortified in feeling a certain way, describing processes and beliefs and doubts and insecurities battered away like persistent flies, to masses of individuals too small and petty to understand. The deprived and vulnerable, resigned to poaching and begging at your feet for some sort of salvation, some help that you deny. Those re-abused, broken and prone to retaliation. The abusers and addicts, with no other faith to follow. The destitute we turn from; fear tactics of government and the impossibilities they promote for people. We can’t help you. The falsehoods we idolise. The loss of empathy is so whole and catastrophic, lives are rendered pathetic, belittled, scrutinised and judged unnecessarily for shell-shocked, domesticated, embittered humans to mock and disgrace. Ignorance and dishonesty prowling homes, and lives and friendships and lovers; claw marks separating precious flesh from bone. Those alone, locked in bedrooms, looking down at who they wish they weren’t. Pawed and petted, fragile girls taken over by ruthless men before they cry. Even in reverse, the vulnerable boys stripped and used. Men in chains, abused and threatened and stripped of dignity, in yards and prisons, in families, in offices and secret hideaways. Runaways chased, pursued and shooed; harassed until beaten. Turn your head and notice the scars they hide from you, sleeves rolled down; the red marks and seeping blood from opened veins that you deny exist for people. How real those demons are, how terrifying and ghastly they are because even you can’t visualise such horror. Blackouts ended in crashes and destruction and blood and tears; drowning bathrooms, locked rooms, ***** floors and painful years. Nightmares and paranoia threaten safety. Agonies of the mind can never be realised, internally cutting. You want to know what society is like? You want to know how inhumane the humans have become? Don’t bury your head in the sand. You only ever paint what you wish to see, alone on your raft. If I’ve forgotten someone, some place, some awful truth, you are starting to see then. You are believing me when I tell you it’s all real. What are you going to do now?
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