I never Saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one,
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one!
The way you talk to me
Makes me want to grind my soul
Down to sand, and vanish in the wind.
The way you talk to me
Makes me forget
The beautiful well of wisdom
I hold deep inside.
The way you talk to me
Creates swarms of poisonous ants
That invade my mind, and tell me incessant lies
I feel breathless, worthless.
But along my journey, I have found a secret light
In how I talk to myself: sweet and kind, yet strong
Just what you had hoped to tear down.
I replenish my spirit
By filling that well of wisdom
Living, fighting every day for what I stand for
I talk to myself kindly now
I believe in my right to be here,
No matter what you say.
Anger hurts,
But this is different.
The beast,
It's eating me.
This feeling,
It moves fast.
Faster than thoughts,
And sound itself.
A monster is brewing,
And it won't stop.
It won't stop,
Until the rage is spent.
I lash out,
Breaking and killing.
Blood splatters,
And this demon laps it up.
My mind is gone,
This horror has taken it's place.
I am simply a passenger,
On a bus moving faster than sound.
Life is a Journey
A Journey without a map
That lays out every landscape, obstacle, and direction
We Experience the amazing and learn from the challenging
Living in perfection would be a life in vain with nothing to truly know and nowhere to truly grow
Without suffering there would be no compassion
If hate was nonexistent, love would be insignificant but now, it is simple tainted
Overused and under minded simultaneously
Trampled underfoot
Blinded to how it should be
And that our source somehow doesn't line up with the true nature of love
Or with any fruit of the Spirit
Joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control
Slumbering while awake because life isn't yielded to our rules and point of view
Customizing all things to satisfy ourselves
And creating windows to thoughts too shameful to voice
Actions too shameful to admit
And feelings to shameful to reveal
Walking in faith is the difference between living and existing
Acknowledging the unknown, yet believing iin the possibilities
Every decision lead to our future
It's like the wind
Unseen, yet powerful
Blessings come with patience
And timidity restrains true potential
Life is unpredictable,
Things aren't always what they seem or go our way,
Brighter days occur after storms
The ones loved the most have the ability to hurt the most,
And you get what you need and not all you want
Because life is a process
Building and breaking
Molding and testing
Preparation for what's to come and determination of who we are
Despite of
That's just Life,
It's a journey, but it's the journey we create...
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
HIs words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter
He jubilant as a flag unfurled--
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world,-
And I wish I'd never met him.
My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleets,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
Ant ehe skies are unlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams,-
And I wish he were in Asia.
My Love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeam start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart,_
And I wish somebody'd shoot him
