Deep

I once fantasized the tears would bring relief

Nowise

Otherwise non-existent
Here because of all these parts 
That she's collected
To fill in a form
And call her real
Real beautiful

Fury

In search of all that we've lost
For the tears are unstoppable now
And the fury undeniable
No more time for rest

We're coming

On Our Way

We use words to express how we're feeling. To find ways to communicate what feels good or bad. Yet we use words to tare at others; to find their holes and make them gaping. We are monsters, we are destroyers, we are lost little soldiers (trying to find our way home).

 

Earth Spell

"What needs to be understood in this healing is how to go into hatred and turn it back into love by expanding your definition of what love is until all the feelings you have are included and the feeling in them is one of lovingness."

--Earth Spell; The Loss of Consciousness on Earth

 

No Matter

Maybe my voice is too forceful for these uncomfortable words

They're left vibrating in the ears of all those pretending to be somewhere else apart from their bodies

Fragmentation has left us plenty

Competitous, rebellious and scared

We tell ourselves we like this

Freed from our own self-judgments that we need to be other than ourselves

Afraid of the emotions we carry that do not support love

Yet perhaps it is our lack of understanding towards love that leaves us feeling shameful

"For love is not a matter of what you say and do; it is a matter of how it feels when you say and do it."

(quote taken from Earth Spell; Loss Of Consciousness On Earth) 

On The Up

Well, I AM happy-ish.