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Setting Yourself Free
Searching exhaustively for the truth in everything one is taught by others.
Extensively evaluating all things in order to find which path to take.
Thoroughly questioning anything that one is informed by anyone, instead of being
part of the host.
Trusting that everyone has their own path of truth that they follow, however these
paths might not be the right one for the individualist.
Identifying the truths of life by thoroughly researching both sides of every fortune
told by the raja whom is advised by his rani.
Neither believing nor disbelieving one’s knowledge that he has acquired through
attending the institution.
Gathering data from fervently researching both pros and cons, while using the
scientific method for truth finding.
Yearning to analyze several paths of truth in order to find the best-fitting for one’s
way.
Overwhelming being inquisitive towards everything that is advised from a wino.
Understanding the content of all things that one reads from a book, and learns for
one’s milieu.
Radically experimenting through all of life’s endeavors with hopes of finding at least
one that will catch one’s eyes with grandeur.
Syllogistically gathering information through questioning everyone that one meets.
Enticing oneself while studying every ideology of the world with the passion of a
zealot in order to obtain one’s own way of life.
Laboriously diving into a diverse array of the fountains of knowledge and sifting
through them until he finds the one that will help him prevail.
Fanatically familiarizing oneself with the multitude of ideas that the world has to
offer including science, philosophy, and religious belief.
Frantically fusing one’s learned knowledge with his experiences of experimentation
in life, to help him find proof.
Ravaging through the pillars of light and truth while thoroughly investigating the
words of every prophet, scientist, and philosopher.
Expecting to either find a way of life that is sufficient enough to quench one’s thirst
for knowledge or to simply live life through experience.
Exploring the falsification of any truths that are mere opinions without any
substantial evidence.
I reckon that everyone makes changes in their life ---
Some are major
and others not so big
Some we carefully plan
and others just happen
Some changes are as sudden
as a flash of
Lightening
While others take place
slowly with the passing of time
Some changes bring new people -----------
into our lives
While others
Take those we love
Away
Some changes we can see coming
While others we must look back
To even realize that they happened
Sometimes we make one change ------------------
And another just seems
To hop on board
All by itself
Years ago I made a choice in my life
To stop
Being a drug addict
And to become a rehabilitating
Drug addict
And so many changes ------------
Have taken place
In my life -------------
Looking back I now realize ---------
That I have gone from a person --
Who used to start each day
Wondering ?????????????????????????
Who will I get mine from today
To a Person
Who now ask?
I wonder who needs my help today?
And everything else -------------------
Is just Butter on the Popcorn
I've heard that endings are for lunchtime, college careers and birthdays, Once they come around, they're wont be other times quite like them. I could feel your heart beat vibrating faster each time my hands made a movement to press against your waist, and then slowly silence itself as soon as our arms dressed each other like heavy winter coats. I could've sworn that narrow arms stretched long like highways & interstates; long enough to make you loose sight of custom made licence plates with letters that spell out nicknames. I remember my tire-treaded arms could wrap around your two-laned-traffic yellow dash marks so that you could feel the friction of protection keeping you just enough away from a head on collision. Bumps in the road and all; we always kept going straight. The path seemed endless, but I guess a rubberband heartbeat can loose it's elacticity without another set of arms to bounce back into. So I snapped back with both hands on the steering wheel before crashing dead into the reality you no longer wished for. Lord, I needed your direction. I just wanted to get my life back in the right lane, & it looked like using my father's shoes to accel and the yellow pages for a booster seat wouldn't cut it anymore, so I had to grow up and accommodate my life for a few years of extra leg room. Hit the ground running, move forward and don't give up can sometimes be premature reminders that you just got your licence to live your life again only but a few months ago, so don't rush into something you're not ready to reach for yet. Let your legs grow. Allow your heart to beat in the steps of a one-two rhythm again. Realize that knowledge is power, and free your mind from the slavery of hands twisting at your spinal cord, and words that whip you into emotional retardation. Tell yourself your value is weighted more than the trouble inside the baggage you carry. Take yourself out on a lunchdate. Graduate from one stage of living to the next. Have your birthday cake, cut out a slice for a loved one and then smash your face in it like a toddler would. Follow in your Creator's footsteps, and He will direct your path.
Enjoy the path ahead of you.
The future is in sight.
It's not easy to put yourself out like this
sabatoge your fantasies
and write down life experiences
glad you are enjoying my 15 year nervous breakdown
but you are laughing at my life
and why i write is to inform you
my life is not a joke
I am a human being
who tries probably harder than you
who sees the blessings in everything
and its unfortunate for soo many they see so few
it's not easy to inform an apathetic world
whats going on in my life
and not take it personal
when you laugh at my attempts at talking myself out of suicide
Talk about ripping my heart open
to give you a laugh
you write such pretty creative things
i write in an attempt to heal
the whole statement here is my life is not a joke
but obviously its humorous
and in time i will learn to put up another wall
i'm sure whatever joke i am fits me like a glove
One of the few things stopping me from giving the world what i thought god wanted from me
and now i'm going to stop
just thought i would inform you
my pain to me is very real
ignorance is bliss i guess
and i can't take that from you
but its been taken from me
I learned the hard way not to trust anyone
love is a trick to get someone else to do what you want
a disease is something you get when someone doesn't love you back
mental anguish and confusion of self medicating go hand in hand
leave you to surrender to the realisation
those ennabling you with street remedies are trying to kill you
and those are facts
the whole point of writing this
lately anyway, is to show myself im not a joke
you want something funny, go look at the other online books i've written
and laugh at that
My last attempt at having faith in the world
i guess it shouldn't come so easy to someone totally destroyed
emotionally and mentally
and my diagnosis
I get it now
it's funny
lost to myself again
my life isn't a joke
but im sure the punchline of my death
will be attractive to every comedian
It’s not my belly button but it’s my birthday
Five years free and clean I’m proud to say
As I start off this day it’s with a great big grin
God blessed me with the tools I needed to win
The Lord gave the ability and the desire to write
Which enabled me to see life in a brand new light
God sent me these gifts by the way of his Son
For five years I have followed the chosen one
With a stack of poems and no idea what to do
Ask the Lord to guide me and he led me to you
And as you all know I’m in love with a dream
He gifted me with an angel to be on my team
Sometimes I smile at the thought that I’m a poet
And no matter how I try I can’t help but show it
Some are dark as a cave others bright as a light
I have no absolutely no control over what I write
The only thing I believe that I believe is true
I truly do love to share myself with all of you
Please allow me to first apologize for being absent
from the site this week a lot of good things have
been happening. The most important is the fact
that it's January 28th, 2009 which means that 5
years ago today I emptied my locker into a box
and walked out of Prison for the last time ever in
my life and started living my drug free life. This
week I have started adult courses to mainly brush
up on things and I have taken my aptitude test for
the Dept. of Rehabilitation and scored rather well
if i do say so myself so my opportunities as far as
retraining for a new occupation is looking rather bright.
I can't believe that I have 5 years free and clean
that is so cool. I want to thank you all for the support
you have given me and would like to say that in my
heart you all share this moment with me. When I
pick up my 5 Year N.A. coin tonight and guest speak
at the meeting you all will be there with me. I will
be back on the site by this weekend and I Praise God
that this milestone in my life has been reached.
Thank you all - God Bless, MJ
In a second my life changed like i could never imagine
The world was all Topsy turvy
and i a floating object in the turmoil
A simple six letter word
Thats all it took to take my stable world away
Upon that fateful day I was 15 and the date was May 12 2008
My diagnosis Hodgkin's lymphoma stage 2 B
My freedom was stolen from me
School i could no longer attend
People i could no longer see
The world was shut away from me
Chemo and Radiation were my companions
Aiding me in my time of need
But the truth in that was they were killing me more than saving
Strong of heart was I
I would not be taken down
I tried to show no fear or sorrow
And now am thought a strong young lady by many others
The most glorious day was when the cancer went away
September 28 2008 i was told
After I regained the freedom i had lost
four months later did my true story unfold
January 12 2009 I knew something was wrong
I was right I had not yet won the fight
Hodgkin's lymphoma was back to greet me
This time worse stage 4 B had me captured
A junior in high school i had been
But now once again I could no longer attend
Chemo my friend, we were reunited
I guess it missed me
This time a new component was introduced
Bone-marrow transplant, Auto stem cell
After tackling these feats I met radiation again
September 2009 i was said to be free
it was like history repeating itself
But this time i was wary
now it is July 4 2010
I am heathy, I have graduated
but the damage my six lettered fiend has reaped upon me is still here
An immune system i no longer have
My life still on pause
But i do not care
Because i know what its like to have your life dissipate without warning
Life is like a flame it can be snuffed out in a second
So remember my words
Please
Dont let any regret into your life
Dont pass a single moment by
Live love and try
In the wind that blows with the rain
is a man with a past very dark
lonesome he was, and in pain
through years all fruitless and stark
now, life for him is beautiful and new
the tears and fears of old have no power
the long journey is nearly through
as the gale becomes a spring shower
this life has in cycles and circles been led
round and round, up and down, before and after
countless are the tears he has shed
yet sometimes smiles too, and laughter
once a beggar, then a king, then a beggar again
in ignorance and blindness he once stumbled
now dimly seeing, the man does begin
to awaken and realize how he tumbled
it was drugs! it was drink!
it was "i"
he barely noticed the brink
then, shuddering, he...
looked forward, and then peered behind
seeing nothing, then looking back he recoiled
he had been no king, noble and kind
but a knave, a slave, still bleeding and soiled
so close to his grave, yet so far from his heart
ruled by feelings, urges, and addictions
and attended by demons, all playing a part
in dramatic delusions, and fantastic fictions
thinking life was lost, and the end was near
all was in vain, and no credit was due
he set out to change from need and from fear
and he stumbled some more it is true
but that first moment of sight will never be over
a feeling worse than can be described
once a carefree wanderer and restless rover
he became an accuser who couldn't be bribed
that was then, this is now
and i have reason to believe
the way is clear, and is how
to renew, not to fail, or to grieve
and one fine day, clear and bright
the light will grace his rising frace
what was wrong will be right
and he will be done with the chase
Some times, life can be so cruel with its ups and downs; its quirks and bends;
its thorns and thistles.
There are troubled spots, tiresome days; frantic times---
Times when we hardly know whether we are coming or going.
Turbulent waves are tossing us side- to- side with seemingly no one to rescue;
no peace and no end in sight.
These are the times just to step back; take a quiet moment to whisper a
prayer to the One who knows and sees all-
To the One who can grant us Grace; to the One who has never been
known to fail; to the One whose strength will always prevail; to the Great
Spirit of Creation who gave us all Life to live to the fullest-
To be at our best at all times for the Great Spirit within us is stronger than
that worldly spirit that is always causing us undo stress; undeserved
frustration and unnecessary aggravation.
The Great Spirit(GOD) created us; made us; blew His Breath in us and
gave us- each of us- a great task: the task of living the abundant life;
Never settling for less, but with determination and perseverance made
us to be "more than conquerors" over the problems in this life and-
No matter the task, "greater is He who is within us than he who is in the
world.
For this world, as it is, is only temporary; but the Great Spirit is everlasting
and shall always be so no matter the physical circumstances.
Keep your eyes on Him and your mind in tune to Him and there is nothing
too hard or impossible for Him.
He's Got the Power to resurrect; to restore; to keep; to uphold; to
re-elevate us to our rightful position as spirit beings--moving, breathing,
living as He commanded and intended from the Beginning of Time.
June’s warm sun had made the lake inviting
“Let’s swim across,” I said without a care
“But it looks quite far to the other side,”
He replied meekly; I issued a dare
For five-hundred yards he followed behind
Splashing, perhaps gasping, I could not tell
That swimming was not my fiancé’s forte
But when he cried, “Help,” I knew all too well
“I’m not gonna make it,” he said with resolve
“Don’t say that, just lie on your back and float!”
A trained lifeguard, I pull him toward shore
He was tall but not too heavy to tote
Just thirty feet left when underwater weeds
Reached up and touched him like snakes below
He struggled, then sank in murky water
I dove, could not find him. Where did he go?
Other swimmers came quickly, offered aid
At least a dozen were searching the lake
A phone call was made, help was on the way
Precious minutes passed, I started to shake
Beachgoers organized a rescue effort
It took a human chain to find my man
But far too much time had passed since he sank
Soon nightmares relived the day I lost Dan
I shouldered the burden and blamed myself
For not listening when he expressed concern
The lake was too wide, his skills too meager
It took much therapy to come to terms
And learn from this very costly mistake
That others know their limits better than I
His parents sought answers; what could I say?
Now in his memory I exhale a sigh
But never since have I encouraged friends
To join my pursuits that are out of their reach
I offer prayers nightly, shed some tears too
And each June Third I place a cross on the beach
True story for Laura's "Recovery from Life" challenge.
Her fragile skin so very soft
disease has not yet stolen.
What too has robbed her insides
her strength's have interwoven.
Her character is the roadmap
that's become her body's canvas.
Interlacing each stitch with memories
new Life would be her solace.
Waiting for anew toiled on the old
violated with this disease.
Enduring the pain,courageous to her core
don't Leave us begged our plea's.
Knocking on deaths door she'll not survive
yet return she did from the brink.
Kept her vision alive the Long road home
thank god she did'nt pass when we blinked.
Biding her time she speaks from the heart
her Life Light shines devine.
Her disarming smile is her alluring trait
comfort knowing her disease will not thrive.
The Lifeboat she rides in at times spring's a Leak
where she'll certainly stumble and fall.
Closing one door and opening yet another
healing gracefully she Leaves us in awe.
Her eye's are alight, gone the sources of angst
she'd suffered in amazing grace.
She till's her garden of healing with Love
in god's plan her new Life we'd embrace.
I wrote this piece to honor my very good friend Sheila who recieved a new liver. When
she finally got a match 4 years into her illness, she was so deathly ill that when the liver
showed up the surgeons at the U of M had only given her a 1% chance of survival. It's
been about 1 1/2 years and she does have some residual effects that will stay with her for
her lifetime, so i've taken on the job of caring for her daily so her husband can finally go
back to work. Can't ask for a better job, pay is good and I love her company.