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Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Three Parts

A three part being
Needs to be nurtured
Completely living

Body
Mind
Soul

Jogging on a summers night
Reading under an evenings sky
Being still by a juniper tree

Feed it readily
Aware of the triad
Regularly live life

Stay in balance
With yourself
True to you


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Come Alive


Feel your heart
Your inner awareness
Screaming at you
At the top of its lungs
Begging you to feed it

You feed your body
You feed your mind
Have you feed your soul?

Follow that dream
That dream that you
Have had since you where little

Fly that plane
Sail that boat
Travel to that place

That place of your inner self
Your passion
Your soul
Your self
Your life

Pleading with your
Body and mind
In the form of
 Anxiety
Depression
Restlessness

Stop medicating yourself
And just halt
And listen to
That which you have always
Wanted to say

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Saturday Love


Saturday Love  ( based on Angels and Airwaves, written by Tom Delong)

 

I fly SR71’s in the warehouse

You laugh

You compare me with your three year old

Thank you



I still dream

I still see color

I have a soul

Its been screaming to come alive



I walk around the shadows

The observer in my own life

I am ready to take ownership



I have to admit

That I do feel like

An obtuse shape

The missing piece

Colorless

Without a pattern

I have not found my whole



Ill never grow up

I refuse

My innocence

My love

My soul

Will not die



I Dream

Of the color

That childlike

Spontaneous

Fun

Unadulterated

 Love



This is within every one of us

We have been caged

I wait sixteen

A Saturday love

Your eyes never grow up





Find your virtuousness

You’re childlike Innocence

That is yelling

To get out

And find its way

To never grow old






Sunday, April 8, 2012

Full of Fear


I am dead

Smothered with a pillow

My own person

Being destroyed



I want to shout

To the world

I want to stand

At the edge of a cliff

And just

Shout

YES!!!

To Life



I want to allow

Ecstasy and joy

To over take

My human limitations



I want to sit

 With delight

And consent to it

To over take me



But

There are too many

Buts


But

I am human

And

I am

Full of fear