Detours on the Road to Freedom

I have walked the path that the words u have written are paved with. At this point in my journey, I have found that in the quest to find myself, I’d find myself lookin back along the path only to find that my memories of my life were being lost in a fog following ever so closely behind me. At this point in the journey I’ve come to find, that the me I set out to find, is simply a parallel of the me I left behind.

The Seeker's Dungeon

Saturated with the
evident and still not
impressed, he breathed his
life force only into
what he could repent. It
didn’t matter much whether
it was the booze or the
women that were rocking his
world, as he was just looking
for a way out. Out of
the shell that defined him.
Out of the brain that
undermined him. Out of
his mother’s need to refine
him. Out of a class that
put limits on who he
could be. He had all the
answers, but it wasn’t
time yet. First he needed
to betray, in every
way, the bonds of his
ancestors. He
wanted to be his own
master. Knowing full well
the disastrous trail
he’d leave. Suffocating
his spirit until he
could no longer feel it,
he colored his walls with
the memories that would
comfort his resistance,
in a failed attempt to
victimize his pride.
Happiness was the…

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Writing Reality – On Layering Characters

celenagaia

More often than not, the people we see by chance every day are the ones we discard with the same ready ease as anyone facing multiple acquaintances. It’s a simple texture in life. You can’t cling to the patchwork world, and it certainly won’t cling to you.

That being said, there are certain people who embed themselves in our minds – even if we never learn what their middle name is, where they sleep at night, what colour makes them rock out. They might be the girl who stamps your season pass at the cinema, all edgy hair and quick film-talk behind the counter, before she has to greet the next customer; perhaps it’s the guy who for years called you “Fred”, in a poignant Holly Golightly kind of way, though you never did grasp whether it was through projected memories or Alzheimer’s.

These people stay with us, because –…

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Lead The Charge

spoken for so many people, that could not find the words to write exactly how they feel.

Into Dawn


 
I put myself there.
I dug my own grave
I was ready to give up
I was ready to quit
To stop trying.
 
I had built walls around myself
And everytime I said I would tear them down
I just built them thicker
 
A different kind of self harm
A different kind of suicide.
 
But I stopped.
 
Someone reached out to me
To pull me from my dark place
And into the light I had glimpsed.
 
I didn’t give up
I didn’t quit
 
And unbeknownst to me
I had more friends than I thought.
Friends I didn’t even know about
Watching unseen from the sidelines of my life
Concerned with where I was going
But unable to really help.
 
And now, I can see all of them
I no longer have friends on the sidelines
I can now see them
Fighting with…

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Body CRQs: Power

WeLiving International

DAILY CHECK-IN: DAY 180

powerPower \ˈpa(-ə)r\ : the ability have a lot of control and influence over other people or organizations

Champions in life create POWER within them each day and extend that power out through every interaction. The more they do, the more they have a healthy control and influence over those around them. And the more they see themselves capable of executing and accomplishing the things that they are destined to do.

Champions have a might. A will. A strength and fight that comes from within. An unquenchable resolve that exists as a result of their faith. And so the power they exercise. They train. They push themselves beyond their pain. Because they know they’re powerful. They just have to keep acting and believing it’s already so.

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I’m Not Who I Was

Welcome to my Walk

Frail emotions
On the brink of destruction
Stability’s fading
And I’m losing my traction
Lies piercing my soul
Feeling so much like truth
Broken reality
Truth and lie fused

Have I loved You completely?
Have I given up my control?
I thought that I had
Now I question my soul
Show me what You will
Remove all the lies
I can’t see the difference
With this cluttered mind
Do I really love You?
Or am I just a fake?
I say that it’s real
But is that a mistake?

Anxieties invade
Love’s a deception
Hope for the broken
It’s all for attention
Striving for freedom
From sins that run deep
Guilty heart must admit
“Father, I’m weak”

Have I loved You completely?
Have I given up my control?
I thought that I had
Now I question my soul
Show me what You will
Remove all the lies
I can’t see…

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