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Sharing the darkness with the rats I learned to be a mourner. Choice of binds or choice of freedom A promise to remove the tether But only if I could finally learn To yield to whips of leather. Your next lesson will come real soon And your sins will finally be shed. You will kneel when I say kneel. Don't make a sound or cry out loud.
I'll give you a reason to feel. I learned to be a bird. Now when the demons come down, They come to teach me more But the bird has flown so far away And she's left behind their lore. Springtime arriving around the corner flowers bursting forth as birds chirp, returning home with the melting snow, spring's corner is as usual in the universal garden delighting us all, a symphony of flowers dancing in the springtime breeze, a gentle reminder of our own beauty within as winter says goodbye, we shed our cocoon overcome with spring fever and abundance of love.
I saw a very sad young girl and I knew this life was mine. Every time you were beaten, I suffered the same. You have not lived a moment of time that I haven't also been.
Let my peace and love daily remind you that you are never alone. Not today, Today I will be glad. And every day, no matter how bitter it may be. From tomorrow on I shall be sad, Not today. The Bottle Yard The grief isn't a dark hole that threatens to swallow but a raging tide that rises so high I can't see the top, a wave higher than the highest tsunami on record. It captures me and lifts me higher and higher. And then somehow it's no longer on the outside, but on the inside, building and building and sweeping my heart away to somewhere, escaping out my eyes in rivers of water, crashing and roaring out of my mouth with groans and howls that would make someone, if they heard, think I was dying.
I am alone and it's good to be alone with this wave, with these howls that no one else can hear. If the tears are really caught in a bottle, how many bottles have I?
Are they all the same, or different colors for different things? Are they the same shape, or different shapes, perhaps the shape of a broken heart. These bottles, where are they kept, why do the tears not evaporate? Why does God keep them, for what purpose, when in his silence he lets me grieve, year after year, as if blind to my pain, deaf to my moans. What purpose do they serve, these tears in a bottle? Will he pour them over my grave, to green the grass, to moisten the soil, or will they form the river that takes my soul to somewhere?
Where does the soul go that just cannot make it here in this world? Does he really refuse it, deny it to heaven? Rather than save my tears, I wish he would take away some of the pain, some of the grief that threatens to rise and carry me away to somewhere.
Kara MOTHERS I have been with them the women who make rain music conducting wind to sing sweet melodies when storms crash in on vacant fields Weaving tapestries of memories Sewn with threads of experience With patches of tall tales To cover the anguish when little girls get cold Kara - May 2nd, SNOW ANGELS -for the best friend i ever had my brother, Tom The older one leads the younger one towards home pausing only to share a secret, their laughter frozen in time by the howling wind that spirals around them the falling snow that's piling almost as tall as their bodies My hair stuck to my neck also, matted down wet and cold, the year i got trapped in my own blizzard and their father guided me through the unexpected winter, leaving behind his footprints for me to follow him home to a place that was warm.
Recovery asks not why but how To assess the reality of damaging change Feel the grief of resulting loss Surrender to the support of Grace Nurture anew the Inner Child As playful, lovable, trusting boss.
In this world that Allowed Happiness and Joy, I was held prisoner in a cage of fear. I wondered in awe at their Boldness with Life: I wanted so badly to Earn the Right to live. Only I could be so Evil to deserve this Hell. I hid behind a mask of Virtue? I started digging as hard as I could to Escape my Pain. I delved into Forgetfulness and stayed for awhile.
Then I grew up - still digging for my rights. I uncovered the Forgotten Past with all of its Pain. But, now I know these were Not My Sins. I was taught self-loathing to Hide cover Their Crimes. I've had to tell others of my time in Hell. I've Needed to tell - to Break the Chains. What I've found is a world full of Compassion and Love - Where there are others who've lived the same sentence as me. As we walk our own Paths to Freedom, We meet more Survivors along the way. Step by step, they climb to the top; Slide down smiling and land with a plop.
Merry-go-Rounds with their dizzying spin -- So much fun to run and jump in. Around and around and around they'll go -- Who Raped them first? Step by Step they climb to the top; The slide is now gone -- they fall with a flop. The process of trying to Heal has begun.
The playground of life is No Longer Fun. Stuck on the swing, back and forward they fly; Sometimes the Pain makes them wish they could Die. In their world full of Sadness they teeter and totter - While the Flames of the Memories burn hotter and hotter. Around and around; now the ride's not so merry -- A torturous past is a hard load to carry. Like the swings on the playground, they swing and they sway Between memories and tears, the Re-Learn how to Play.
Together, Alone; Each path is so long. They each take their turn; They have Always been Strong. Once again they climb up to the top of the slide; They now have a chance to Enjoy their ride. While Searching for Truth they continue the climb To the monkey-bar's crest? Who completely, wholeheartedly Trusted and Played. The pathway to Wholeness is scary and long. Here, they Celebrate Victory, for they Know they have Won! Namaste, Kati Now, What?
He touches me and says, "It never happened. I remember, and She says, "I believe you. I go to another for help; He says, "I don't believe you remember that. Now, What do I Do with It? Healing means finding a better you. I've learned - it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've learned - you should always leave loved ones with loving words.
It may be the last time you see them. I've learned - you can keep going long after you think you can't. I've learned - we are responsible for what we do, regardless of how we feel. I've learned - either you control your attitude or it controls you. I've learned - regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.
I've learned - heroes are the people who do what has to be done, when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences. I've learned - money is a lousy way of keeping score. I've learned - my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time. I've learned - sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down, will be the ones to help you get back up.
I've learned - sometimes when I'm angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.
I've learned - true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love. I've learned - just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. I've learned - maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you've celebrated.
I've learned - it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself. I've learned - no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief. I've learned - our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I've learned - just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do. I've learned - we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I've learned - you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever. I've learned - two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different. I've learned - your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you. I've learned - even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I've learned - credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being. I've learned - the people you care about most in life are taken from you too soon. Healing calls forth the demons In the presence of wise mirroring That engages their hot, numinous energies For the journey to wholeness. Scrunching your forehead and raising one blonde eyebrow, you wanted to know why the man next door was pulling and digging out his flowers. I explained that this man thought dandelions were weeds and that only green grass should grow in his lawn.
Shaking your head you said well someone better tell him those aren't weeds, you always smile big when I give them to you for the vase on the kitchen windowsill.
Running back to your bubbles, you yelled that the man should think about how lucky he was to have golden sunshines growing all over his yard. I thought about how lucky I was for the golden sunshine you shine all over my heart. Black Night It came upon a night of dark black-cold, robbing your innocence without reason; Causing the heart of a young woman to suddenly grow old. In they crept to seize your soul, leaving only darkness after their deed of treason; Causing tears to flow to a beautiful lady; shattering your world with its cold.
It cloaked you in guilt without justification, and drenched you in a pain With which you felt unable to cope; yet, you must forever endure Without understanding you battle, an ounce of self-esteem to retain And the strength to hold on until your pain, someday, is cured.
Don' take your life; you are above them all They stole from you, and left you to breathe in fear. The strength is within you to leave them in awe For if you will hold on, a better time is near. For tomorrow, just as the phoenix, you'll soar to a greater height And rise above the tragedy that invades your soul tonight Within me, a battle rages as your tears unhappily fall To lash out and seek revenge, to make this wrong a right.
I ask why and find no cause - Humanity no longer stands tall Comfort I must, understand and support-give you with all my might In you I live and without you I die-in you is heavenly beauty. You soar among those of greater and precious hearts Giving of yourself to others, forever, has been your duty So take ease in knowing you are better and have been from the start Your tears that fall meet those of mine, forming ribbons of a strength For you are not alone, I am here to hold your hand and tread this troublesome path We shall face the pain, to hold it far and keep it forever at length To step from the edge and believe that God will someday with reverence have His wrath.
For tomorrow, just as the phoenix, you'll soar to a greater height And rise above the tragedy that invades your soul tonight For S. Here is our showcase. You are not the heaviness of your bones, the ache inside that keeps you up at night.
Katrina Laura Klein Masterson. Imagination has been a most faithful friend protecting me when I was afraid as early as I can remember. Erin Blue Sea Fishermen cast lines with likely hopes. Since there is no longer any credible market for physical silver pricing people continue to be confused about what will happen going forward.
Some still lie awake at night checking the electronic Kitco price looking for some glimmer of hope. They are still stuck in the past. Stuck in the matrix. Physical Silver premiums will rise further, shortages grow bigger and delivery delays will keep getting pushed back As Bitcoin goes through it's first real brush up with central bankster manipulation I couldn't be more happy about the prospects for this "Crypto-Currency" education!
Although some have worried that Bitcoin will take money away from the silver market it's actually a VERY bullish event in the silver world for these reasons The debate was an interesting exercise talking with someone who really has no idea what the consequences of manipulation are!
I would chalk up his beliefs to his "Day Trader" mentality where tomorrow doesn't matter as long as you win today While we sit on our hands and wait for Jack to either let the price of silver rise a bit OR get tossed off his throne I thought I'd provide a bit of entertainment to our crowd I sat down with Sean over at SGTreport for a little "reunion" the other day.
We first talked a bit about Ron Paul rehashing old wounds and then got down to some of our more current interests The entire Cyprus population as of today will be fully employed for the foreseeable future. The following is what JFK wanted to tell us but he was silenced before he was able to explain the truth behind gold and silver manipulation The world is waking up to the silver manipulation story The mechanisms of manipulation are being exposed.
Those silver short "hedges" held by JP Morgan, Citibank and HSBC are a ridiculous house of cards supposedly justified by the following physical silver