inner strength

Reality Daytrip

With death they say you rest in peace,

Is life seen as being such a chore?

Self-preservation spun around an introverted cocoon,

Instable thoughts run with the paint of a visionary mind,

One person’s vision is inspiration, but never to be sought alone.


Meandering rivers lead to future destinations,

An unstable raft leaving traces of broken pieces.

To survive and rise amongst the decay of meat and muscle,

Remembering the primal urge to live,

Mental salvation and a body to belong in.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Posting quite a few that I've written but not published. Should really post more often as I enjoy this site.

introduction to, "THIS OLDE MAN"

"sometimes we get broken in our spirits and we end up walking down the wrong road for 14 years and get off
track with God which causes him to put our soul back in Kindergarten but its better then being kicked out altogether.
at first i was embarrassed but no point in being grown acting like a child if no one benefits from it.
took me awhile to accept the fact that-people aren't different in God's eyes, we are all just
communicating on different levels with him and sometimes it looks like some of our inner beauty is
missing but maybe its just stuck in slow motion and we need God's help to strengthen that piece before
letting it out."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

accepting heaven's divine love steadily day by day.

Failure Is Not An Option

I will not bend

I will not break

I will push forward

I will survive

I will not fail

Failure is not a word it is a feeling

This feeling will not apply to me

With one step at a time I will conquer

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Steelwoolen Black Sheep

I'm not the one to come running when you call,
In fact I don't care if I never see you at all,
Your bullshit rides through history cut out all my shit,
You say I lie and make up shit that your memory don't fit,
How easy the troubles of others you forget my fricken dear,
How easily manipulated the truth when it's too hard to hear,
Christmas was always special and birthdays always grand,
Oh bullshit please, I played second fiddle in this band,
you talk of pitiful, trivial things you look away at the neglect,
You never understood the voices in my head lives past infect,
To think thee seed that spawned me forth is differently sowed,
That two others identical to you so haplessly born easy to goad,
Threatened by my resilience and my spiritually intelligent truths,
I never had it easy, you were always thinking I was dumb streuth,
I couldn't read the lines but between them I always could quite plain,
Sitting outside your vicious gossip circles, I find no pleasure in others pain,
Shopping for your trinkets and buying just one more So I wouldnt be sore,
You never knew me you never will you selfish close minded beings of bore,
For if you knew me like my spirit friends knew,
would you be so quick to cut me like you do?
Your stupid insecure attacks hurt me for a second I fall,
Although I hate the fact that I feel any sting at all,
Because through all your skewered recollections called,
same as my own being a slanted view of my own warped recall,
So whose is whose history? and what is what is still a mystery?
I'll never know why I was pushed outside the warm circle to neglectful misery,
but this I'll feel till the end The steel woolen scraping of the layers inbeded in my skin,
hoping me to be something else other than what I've been,
fingers ripping the sides of my mouth to never speak of it again,
And here's the bitter twist I've loved you always even then,
but I do not like you and this for you will do just fine,
And I with my steel-woolen armour ghosts conferring in my mind,
I will be who you never wished I was meant to be,
my grating steel-woolen black sheep we.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If you can understand this I am not alone. But then I never have been...

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If we can master our inner
We will not be taken in by

If we lose our inner
strengths, we will be taken
in by temptations.Our inner
strength is often challenged.

(c) copyright heather burns 2007

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