Thursday, November 29, 2007

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As I become frozen in body...so, my mind turns inward and inside out.

Experimenting with boundaries, and pushing limits has always been my way. Accepting limits is an internal war ever present. And, at times, I wonder why I fight it so?
Is it habit? Stubbornness for the sake of..?
Or, is there a way to overcome?
I am constantly wondering if I just let go, and say to myself "Nene, this is. That's all, and you gotta stop. Good, bad, hurting, sick, giddey, and loopy, empath, and healer...This is now, and fighting will bring you down. Expended energy you need to be..."
Then, ego steps up and rears it's selfish head. "Are you serious!? Have you not learned that it is never enough? You MUST be doing something in order to succeed! You give up, or stop and you you are nothing, and shame on you! Get off your ass and stop complaining. Lazy, shiftless... And, none of this boo-hooing because your sick. Get over it!"

Oh, yes. Ego will kick your ass every time if you are not aware.

So, what do you do to over come that loud voice? That insidiously slippery character that will set you up to fall?
While I know the logic behind this. It gets me nonetheless...

Throw in the random visitors of the unseen, and going off on an unknown ride does not help, lol.

Yeah... I'm interested in what others do. How they handle, or cope with it all...





Light on us All.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Friday, October 26, 2007

Cast Not Stones



seeing beyond the type
of personal flaws
becoming aware of deep
settled traumas of more
touchy subjects
scream with horror
and, the hammer falls
whom casts stones
an arms throw away
will be an extension of
the stone is you
rock, mortar, sweat
building walls
like castle keeps
to unburden your light
and thoughts
darkness dwells
lives well, and within
build your prison
trapped inside your own darkness
become weakened by
yourself

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

This Loner...


Working poem...
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This loner thinks... thinks, and does it some more.
Some could say she's a thinkers' whore

while hidden within what feels safest for her

she sinks ever deeper

lives under the floor

This shielded hearts mind
she ventures outside
her mental land mine

this sensitive's space,
a bubble, protection
from wandering souls'
spiritual dissection
She opens herself

behind fingers spayed wide
horrified, trembling, shivering inside

one step, two steps halting just now
will she see what to do?
will she even know how?



Nene