Health is a circle not a single door
Food that nourishes not just fills
Bodies made to move lungs made to open
Water washing yesterday from our cells
Sunlight settles deep into the bones
Moderation teaches desire restraint
Clean air slows the rushing heart
Rest repairs what effort breaks
Beneath breath and blood
Trust steadies the soul
Healing is more than the body
It is faith making us whole
Another election year
Hate seems everywhere
A mist of righteousness fills the air
Hate seems everywhere
Everywhere just look around
Hate so easy to be found
Unamazed why so many choose it
It is so easily to be fueled
Amazed how so many find it
So easily to be cruel
Hate seems everywhere
Everywhere, all around.
An unpleasant stench that surrounds
Turn down the discouraging nouns
Hate seems everywhere
Spew through emotions so unclear
Grooms an ignored atmosphere
in abyss of life's despair
Fed by paranoia and told fears
Becomes a common behavior
around election year
Hate seems everywhere
Envy the green eyed monster
can be harnessed to achieve a goal
I currently have a want for fitness
it's eluded while my life was on hold
So I am mustering up my health
and working on my stamina
And feeding up my ego
because in the end its chutzpah thats its anima
You have to attack with vigor
and have a plan you adjust along the way
You have to be single minded
and self congratulate to make it stay
For envy does not really serve
and it can actually deflate your cause
Because you don't ask for advice
and align with those who have achieved what you want
For those that have blazed those trails
can tell you their recipe
It may be the thing you can exactly do
or it may be an energetic zing
But use your emotional energy
to fuel your restless tide
And keep an open mind
and move ahead with pride
Turn Envy the Green Eyed Monster to you can do this!! You can! - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 3/11/24 8:43AM
Grief conceals itself
behind a veil
of anger, fear, and disbelief:
and yet, it invades your every thought.
In your heart, you want to lash out
at Death:
to send the hurt back!
Grief clings to Death:
and in so doing
devastates the living.
Your world shrinks
to memories:
reflected in pools of tears.
And life loses its spark:
a part of you is missing;
leaving a hole in your heart.
Time is but a concept
of the mind:
it has no power over grief.
And yet, there is something
stronger than time,
that can numb the pain, and comfort the soul:
a faith, fueled by love, hope, and trust.
Your beauty drew me to you like a magnet:
indulging in the pleasures of naked flesh,
our spirits reached unimaginable heights;
before we plummeted.
Your whispered sweet nothings once left me breathless,
fanning flames, I thought inextinguishable,
forging one heart out of two broken pieces;
until the feeling passed.
My heart was the kindling, and love was the spark
that ignited a fire fueled by desire;
transforming love into an exquisite heat,
whose embers quickly died.
Where'd You Go, Hunter?
Were you being Earnest?
Or maybe, Kurt?
Took a bullet for your past
What caused the hurt?
You shouldn't have gone
You should have stayed here
But I guess you just had enough
Of the Kingdom of Fear
You had much more to offer man
But you’ve kept it inside
Each to their own I guess
Buy the ticket take the ride
You talked about the edge
Unno, those knowing where it was
So you took a look yourself huh
So, now you do, I suppose
Dammit, Hunter,
you drink, and drug-fueled beast
You did have more, I know it
Still, we have what you left at least
The neophyte apostle Thomas,
was filled with doubt and inhibition.
Knowing Christ had died,
his faith began to flounder.
For Judas’s lecherous betrayal
had transformed faith’s flame
into embers;
left to smolder in his heart.
He saw Jesus’s death
as Divine Providence,
and the rumors of His resurrection
as bombast!
He nursed a dolorous heart;
broken by grief.
But, when he looked upon the face of Jesus
and placed his fingers in His wounds,
he wept tears of joy;
fueled by belief.
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She's tired of the emptiness inside that burns.
Like a fire fueled again, the flame returns.
Putting her out would mean one thing
She will be back with more revenge to bring.
You opened the box under lock and key
Anything that occurs is your fault you see?
She never asked for anything more
Than to be beside her when her demons roar.
They get her this time,
She may never be back
To the woman you treated
Like hell from her past.
Anger rises like bile in my throat
It’s burning through my veins, squeezing my heart
A smile plays on your lips as you gloat
I must stop before I rip you apart
Sweet ecstasy of the rage controls me
It seeps in my mind, I tear through my skin
Smile gone, you see me, your worst enemy
Do not bother running, you will not win
The forbidden taste of fury so sweet
Again I warn you don’t bother running
You my prey are in for a special treat
You are fast but I am still more cunning
You’re no match for my monstrous bulk
Hear me roar, for i'm the untamed Silverstorm
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