We’ve all seen the man at the liquor store begging for your change……..
I’ve lived so many lives. Different masks and faces trading places with each of my former selves. The cycles of life is what I’ve come to call them. The seasons of the spirit. It happens around the same time each yr. Winter sends me to an inverted retrospective type place and I implode only to find myself attempting to sprout once again like a seedling in the spring seeing that one little ray of light popping through the cracks. I hope this is my last bloom
Into the shallows, with hearts of gold
No cards to play nor hands to fold
Seemingly without discernment
For the collateral damage
Buying into the story
That this I can manage
I troll these streets with the best of intentions
No where in life without direction
Wanting soo bad to care again
Just never getting that honorable mention
Of wasted yrs and stories yet finished
I know to well how this story ends
For so long now the spirit has weakened
My chances of a comeback they slowly diminish.
Ohhh my old friend a comfortable cold
Never have u left me
Youve no where to go
So side by side and hand in hand
To the gallows we go
Who came up with the comparison ” if thrre frogs on a log decide to jump off, how many frogs are left , 3 because they just made a decision.”
They make this comparison in the thought that there is not much action taken in the third step contrary to that believe to decide is an action is a verb look it up people third step get discount at all too often you’re not doing anything there’s no action you just made a decision the action starts after we’re done for not true the action should have started with your decision. I think a lot of people get misled in this program about what’s real and what’s fake oh this is my favorite stuff that is my favorite step this is the most important its not a step it’s a process. End rant
Theres no going back, when lifes a loaded gun u pull the trigger
As I sit in harstfield Jackson smoking section, three wild turkey 101s deep I am amazed and determine ed at the possibilities of where I may go from here.
I am very quickly. Against best judgement falling in love with the most intdiguing person. I believe I have ever met. Its time, just time to blossom and to explode into the life that I thought I could never have and I hope she goes with me. It is my wish that I can be the man that she wants and needs simultaneously with my own needs. Life is a fucking trip and I intend to enjoy the journey. And hopefully I will reach my destination with the wind at Mt back and a star in my eye hand in hand with love in life……..
Someone once said “Be the change you want to see in the world”.
There are two types of people in the world,(generally speaking), consumers and producers, Fighters and runners. I feel it inside of me like a drum beating to the beat of an old Nordic war cry. Like the Mvskoke prayer for protection as I embark on an internal quest for truth. Do we merely play the role we were assigned in life or is there a spirit, something burning inside of me that refuses to lye down and die. Another person from a past life that answers the warriors call for more. That thirst that urges me on to experience and drink the unknown , that which I do not understand. It is what drives me to become the best at anything I do.
Through different phases of life we are wolves and sheep. Until we have an awakening that will no longer allow us to be the ostrich with its he’d in the sand just merely existing. No! I want to live.I want to walk on strange ground and wonder am I the first. I cannot ignore the beckoning of my own soul for more and I refuse to be a consumer. I refuse to be taken care of and live my life with a pat on the back at some distant day ” whew you’re still here, must have played it pretty safe” I cannot accept that. I have paint and scars on my body that tell a Much different story, like an old tattered masterpiece that has been rescued from the fire. That tells a story of bravery and sacrifice, of opportunities taken and all but no regrets because this is who I choose to be and I am coming. I am coming because I refuse to be the scared little man that has a world of regrets. Not because of what he has done, but because of what he didn’t do and might have become.
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): In the coming months, I’m betting that you will exit a confined place or shed cramped expectations or break off your commitment to a compromise that has drained you. It may happen suddenly, or it could take a while to complete. How the escape unfolds will have to do with how thoroughly you extract the lessons that your “incarceration” has made available. Here’s a ritual that might also expedite the process: Give a gift to the people you’re leaving behind, or offer a blessing in the spot where your difficult teachings have taken place.
We are all just characters in a story. Even ourselves, to ourselves are just a perception. We see each others character, we see what they let us see. No one really knows another or is acquainted with authenticity. We form a character that plays a part in a story we have made up in our minds. We will know serenity when we recognize this and cease to become upset when the character has their own development and goes rogue to create their own story.