Much of my close circle changes now.
I feel the earth quaking beneath my feet.
A silent invisible line creates division between us.
You remain distant, cold, unfeeling.
My eyes dart away from our memories.
As my circle changes, my higher mind reconfigures.
Reject the old, gilded poison. Profess your truth.
Your internal resonance. Your spirit gives off vibrations.
We are not simply material beings.
Skin, flesh, nerves, skeleton, muscle, lymphatic creations.
Our gift lies in our ability to be civil. Our five digited fingers.
We build, and we break down.
Which path will you take?
I know it sounds crazy, but to me the answer is simple.
It's not always about what we feel like doing.
It is about what we know is right.
Don't get lost in the words you hear, and the beauty you see.
As they say, beauty is merely skin deep.
Lies. Treachery. Malice. Depression. Tourniquet. Death.
I am not afraid of you.
Reverse your anguish. Quit being so self righteous.
It is not very becoming, and quite frankly,
I cannot stand beside you smelling the rotting of your skin.
The sinking of your consciousness.
Pray for discernment. Seek refuge.
Be strong, and of good courage.
Quit sulking in your "misery".
1 comment:
I wish people would stop making assumptions when I'm standing right in front of them.
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