path

confusion

   If I'm the one who's chosen/ why isn't my path golden, haven't talked to god i a minute/ maybe that's why I' suspended/ maybe that's why they're offended 

 

My fater gave me this rage/ turned me into a spirit who doesn't need sage to hide from the flames/ now I'm in reality questioning mentality/ mixed feelings like I'm a disorder/ product of society such a disorder/ I was declared prophet but i see no profit/ all my knwledge has me hostage/ memories have me trapped but it's mapped, I collaged it  

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Compass

Compass

  By jfarrell

 

I do envy those who believe in god;

Whoever your god happens to be;

I mean no disrespect;

I don’t need moral guidance;

Try to be nice to everyone works for me;

But,

When the world and everyone in it is against you,

Or so I feel,

“please, god, what am I spose to do?”

 

A faith,  a belief, a reliance;

A compass; point the way;

Set you back on your course;

Give you, give me a direction..

I do envy you.

 

And, whatever your compass is..

God, mindfulness meditation, getting drunk and having lotsa sex

(lucky bastards)

Use it.

Don’t end up lost, floundering like me.

 

I will get to somewhere better than I am now,

Believing in something watching over me, caring about me;

Might make the journey easier.

So, I envy you believers.

 

I can’t even read a map,

My skill as a compass… ?

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

show me the way to go home, i'm tired and i wanna go to bed

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My Stand

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This is not how I wanted it to end. 

You used to be my closest friend.

 

We loved and lost, but always together. 

Until one day you changed the weather. 

 

I think of you now with both love and hate. 

And sometimes I wish I didn't remember the date. 

 

Time and time again you've come into my life. 

I hope this was the last time. 

 

Self-care and self-loathing go hand in hand. 

But this is something I would expect you to understand. 

 

I educated and taught you the ways of the world. 

But you threw me away once you found your own swirl. 

 

Now I grow and have philosophies to show. 

I have my own path to help me know. 

 

I suspect no other can join me on this journey.

So I must let you go for eternity. 

 

I cherish our past time together. 

But I have passed through nether. 

 

An experience I don't expect you would understand. 

Yet this is my own plan. 

 

My, own stand. 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is just something that came to me this morning. I would appreciate any comments. I would like to expand and improve it. Thank you all!

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Crystal Ball

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CRYSTAL BALL
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When he listens with
presence, love, and
nonjudgment he becomes
a crystal ball silently
revealing my path.

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-saiom shriver-

 

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Al-GUROBAA (The Stranger)

 

A Stranger
Living in the entagle of peoples' fear
In a rough path he is a scavenger
Souls are rejoicing in jahiliyah
Glad tidings to the stranger
In the midst of turbulent cheer
Of rebeliousness at top gear
While Sapiens have torn the viel of fear
Alien he is; he's bullied and labelled a liar
Yet, the truth he doesn't despair
He ramains a stranger
and he's treated like a scavenger
Suffering, his lot; yet his conscience's clear
Glad tidings to this stranger
Forever victory will be his share

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The Ride of Life

Everywhere I've been and the beautiful sights I have seen

When I endure vivid images while I dream

I know it's all meant to be,

And these trials have a parallel in between.

Life's like a road trip, you try to find your own lane

Buckle up and be safe, hope others around you do the same.

Find your own speed that fits you, and when others fly by without hesitation,

Just enjoy your ride, and keep your eyes on the destination.

I'm so blessed to still be here, my guardian angels always been there to defend

Even though I've gotten lost, they steered me away from those dead ends.

I don't know what tomorrow brings, and that's not for me to know,

It could be the highest of the highs or the lowest of the lows.

But I must trust in my Lord, and learn how to embrace my faith, Take the good with the bad, and those mis-steps try and not retrace.

So this ones for the people punching the clock twice a day,

Barely sliding by from there measly pay,

Hardworking folks who deserve another raise,

Who get talked down to and deal with it anyway.

There's always a light at the end of your tunnel, sometimes its hidden away in a trap door

But no matter what you keep on moving, and remember that great things are in store.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just another piece that I've wrote, give me some feedback if you'd like, thanks!!

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Empty

The empty space is what fills the hole inside my heart. Funny how others success brings me down to a beaten level where I wander forever aimlessly on the paths inside my brain. I doubt everything I’ve ever done and everything I do because what am I worth, what am I even needed for if I can’t even tell the success story of any of those who matter.


I’ve become a dementor of sorts, but rather than suck the positivity out of them, I wrap my mouth around my heart as it weeps the blood that once motivated. I viciously suck it out with every gasping breath. I don’t want to live a life of being told by others what someone I love has done. Don’t think I want pity for knowing there is not even presence in my absence. If the one who succeeds understands my helpless cries of devotion, then they alone should know each song that will need to be whispered in my ear to stop making me feel like the empty bottles in the road that get run over and burst, eventually flattened into useless trash.


I had a dream last night
That I needed you
As I do every day
Funny thing is
That this time
You tried to pull away. 

I've Stumbled

I’ve stumbled Lord on to my knees
Where I belong voluntarily
But since I’m here I need to pray
Lord please help me find my children who have gone astray….
My husband now stays late- at a job he claims to hate
He does not love me the same – ever since I’ve gained weight….

Lord I know I ignored you when times were good
And did not pray the way I should

But please forgive me of my sins
And in my life please come back in…

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Is a powerful piece about a woman who forgets about Christ when things were good in her life. When things begin to fall apart, she stumbles upon her knees where she begins to pray. A perfect reminder that it is Christ who is keeping things together in our lives.

The Poet

No, the poet does not strive to "make 
the reader understand." The reader (that 
intangible abstraction) cannot mold

the poet's path, the poem which, of itself, 
is born upon the page, chasing nothing 
but its own sweet dream. It is I, tangible, 

individual reader, who must rise 
to exigencies the poem dares me 
try and find significant—it is I, 

always I, must climb the heights the poem 
lures me climb, with all due dangers posed, 
all delights unveiled before my eyes,

until finally I have found the path, and made
myself worthy of the poem's infinite beauty 
and deep significance.

It is then the poem will open up its calyx,
give off its fragrance and sweet scent,
to transform our lives with unspeakable,
sublime Wonder.