A seed is a seed, sow-ers don’t always get to sow where they reap.And some days they don’t even know where they’ll sleep, But still, they rest assured their needs will be met through some means.Because the most beautiful flowers in the garden are kept. In tough times these had better seek this belief, life…
Month: August 2022
Contemplative Poem: Self-Talk Therapy
How can I break through? When the truth is just a rock in your shoe?Little me, I am listening, are you hearing the scene?Are you seeing what I’m seeing? Does the tone hold a familiar ring? Does the pain hold a familiar sting? Is that what’s agitating me?Is it giving this aggression wings? I’m listening,…
Exposure Therapy: Narcissists… Cheat code for play around and find out.
I’m learning essential life lessons lately that I feel drawn to offer. I will keep this short and sweet. When people say, ‘you didn’t have to do that.’ Take them at face value. Acknowledge the response. Let it sink in that they see the exchange as a consequence of their current circumstance, they don’t see…
Agape love, dark to light through nurturing, posturing, compassion, and kindness given freely to me, I feed and feel deep gratitude for the spiritual food,left witnessing all living things conspiring to serve the greatest good. An alien in a strange land, a star wandering aimlessly,Spinning words to sentences, sentences to scenes. A caged bird singing…
Puff puff pass how long can this battle last?How long until Life finds me here, sitting on my ass.Want to move but I can’t seem to find the energy, guess I this little Grove isn’t doing so groovy. I am trying, but sometimes I swear I catch myself caught up in a feeling. All tangled…
Contemplation Poetry: View From the Top
If I create something and it turns on me,killing what is precious by proxy of its existing, and projecting lunacy, conspiring to change time,and history to suit their innate negativity?all while pretending I’m the villain of the story? … The polluted premise destroying what I’ve created beautifully, all while micromanaging poorly and leading the plot…
Contemplative Poem: Action and Reaction
Can we be real, I know, it’s new,but I have an honest question for you…If a mosquito bites me, what will I do?Sit back, let it suck, and offer it seconds too?If I say yes, then I’m being stupid or untrue… So when something the size of Infinity flicks a naughty being,maybe the force exuded…