Who knows better,
Not I For, do I not allow my darkest secrets, to hold me to ransom. Oh, the follies of one’s own strange ways. there can be light, why then chose to ignore it remaining in the shadows of, half a life. Where memories oft’ recall, the darkest habits in each moment of time. Words 241 To become unto one to oneself
where that of essence abides a step toward absoluteness. Here then is the connection to, that which is the before, and beyond that of death. Words 123 Non-acceptance of actual self-reality.
Yet acceptant of, many un-proven realities of others, their behaviours, and emotions un-balanced A fine line of life; to be aware, or not. Courage to be assertive; all values, valued without fear. If this could be, but a truth, great strengths would abound For that of heart, and harmony would surely over-power That of weakness, and insecure ways. Words 249 So, let’s move forward...put the past behind.
Not totally forgotten…. but learned from. For, what point, anxiety, stress, regrets, and depressions, belonging to another time. The now, needs space to operate…. …. now issues are that which need be dealt with. A cleansing, a way forward, new path, a knowing of, the authentic self, the intrinsic being, of being human.... Words 248 Words of promise, of failure Of loves conquest and loves doom. Words in a jumble of languages Words of compassion, words of war. Words that are selfish. Words misused, and sadly abused So many words devouring mind space. Words of no effect, words of instruction, of indoctrination and worthless destruction. Was this the way planned, on the day of creation. Words 269 I am unlabelled.
I am a species. I am of the physical, and the mental: I am…. of life. Words 136 |
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Paul Charles (Scribz) The Unconventional Scribbler Creative Expressionist. Words from the Soul. Life, is Life, Is life. Until, it is not.
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