I never consciously ever ever wanted to die
But one time during a car wreck I knew I was going to die
I was traveling eighty-six miles an hour on gravel.
Came to a t-road and knew there was no way to make the curve.
I yelled “thank you God for a great life!” right before my car slammed into an embankment.
I expected to look down and see my broken bleeding body.
But I was still in it.
I had the weirdest feeling ever.
I recognized it as this – I was disappointed that I had not died.
This shocked me.
It was a totally unexpected feeling.
When I ponder this feeling I know where it came from.
Part of my, the soul part, knows that whatever is waiting for me after death
Is much better than being here.
I see you over there; you are smiling aimlessly, but inside everything feels misaligned. Are you lying to yourself? Hoping that one day you will spot the signs. Patiently waiting for the tide to turn, praying everything will turn out all right. Living on your own every day despite the darkness in your mind. Have you ever considered repairing what drives your motivational force? Have you been able to perceive streams of light? All that is hidden within eventually comes to light - sometimes it just takes time. The fight inside of you can never die. It is your power. Be careful, for its not a tool to be used without the purest intention and clearest of minds. The moment should never result in a lasting crime. Remember, when the day is over, the sun is down and most of the world is not consciously around, the one you talk the most with lives inside your head and will remain until you are dead. So might as well find the beauty in the unappealing pursuits ahead.
consciously calling Christmas
dangling days damped;
a punctured peacock
two tulips torn
three mists moaning
four figs fracases
five oaks fostering
six seals scrunching
seven clouds clustering
eight horizons hankering
nine nymphs nosing
ten tales twisting
eleven visions vying
twelve thrones tumbling.
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Note: An Imitation of Frederic Austin's "Twelve Days of Christmas"
“Follow the Leader”, I recall is a children’s game
In reality, not an easy choice to make
And in retrospect, if it's taken literally,
Our world would surely fall flat and break
We’ve had our share of Hitlers and Stalins
Saw how those who followed lost their humanity
consciously, opting to follow, blindly
Exchanging souls for false pride and insanity!
We’ve had our share of Kings and Dalai Lamas
Those who chose to followed gained peace and wisdom
Willingly, consciously, they saw “good” and chose
To follow paths to be part of a better system
Follow the leader if you wish, it isyour right, your choice
Yet, weigh his words, compare your ideals with his
Or be lead down a slippery slope
Into the abyss intended for evil doers
*Not for Carolyn's Contest!