The person that confuses perfection with peace of mind,
Will have to realize that tomorrow they probably will still not find.
Whatever that they might have had in mind
about a future of any kind,
But maybe you only dream about such a thing
When you can no longer see because you are now -
Blindly following all of the people
who seem to so often be inclined
To dig their own grave
but still never leave anything behind.
But the idea that some judgement
has any kind of right to truly define
Any value in relation to human kind
While we fail to realize that
our own twisted inner-guide
Is the sole thing that binds us
to so called ‘solitary-confinement.’
That of which forces a focus
on simply just trying to survive
To be the only objective
that we can ever really strive for in this life
Instead of simply thriving
just on being alive.
Personally, the purpose of my life
is definately not to live it
in some kind of a disguise
For the one and only person who gets to decide
however much that I might choose to compromise
Is me, myself and I -
So now I will give others a word of advice
That the only place that we can ever begin to look to for answers
does honestly reside
Deep down inside
And if you have faith in you –
You will find that your very own
mind
Is creativily so divine.
Your true potential
Is the only thing that you have to realise…
And the protection that “they’ promise
to all of us
Is denial of the crisis
It is our life,
it is what we are given…
So why not try rolling the dice
We think that we know what life is really all about
But honestly, to us it is just one big damn surprise.
So lets not be judgemental….
Pray for the strength to let some things go
And above all….
Lets just try to ***ing be nice!
©Crystal Floyd
crystalshealingjourney
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Sassy says: Thats so right, take a risk and learn to be kind to others VIP Well done |
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How To Live LifeThe person that confuses perfection with peace of mind, Will have to realize that tomorrow they probably will still not find. Whatever that they might have had in mind about a future of any kind, But maybe you only dream about such a thing When you can no longer see because you are now - Blindly following all of the people who seem to so often be inclined To dig their own grave but still never leave anything behind. But the idea that some judgement has any kind of right to truly define Any value in relation to human kind While we fail to realize that our own twisted inner-guide Is the sole thing that binds us to so called ‘solitary-confinement.’ That of which forces a focus on simply just trying to survive To be the only objective that we can ever really strive for in this life Instead of simply thriving just on being alive. Personally, the purpose of my life is definately not to live it ...  |
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Unstable BalanceThoughts swirling- Crashing like waves against the shore. Fears protruding- Exploding like a volcano up into the air. Reality distorting- Clouding like fog covers field. Heart longing- Begging like a homeless man often has to beg for a meal. Body shivering- Freezing down through my bones to my soul. Head spinning- Twirling like a horse on a never ending carousel. Soul wondering- Simply just pondering like a proven genius. Moral shaken- Jumping like a boy who has been exposed to his own weakness. Faith leaving- Packing up and relocating to somewhere else stable. Eyes tearing- Like a child cries under the kitchen table. Balance fading- Falling like a river-bound kind of suicide. Future wobbling- Realizing how truly lost that I truly am inside. © Crystal Floyd May 19th, 2021 |
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