Archive for September 10th, 2009

Identity Lost, Identity Found

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Who are you?
What are you doing here?
I look at you in the mirror but I don’t recognize you.

Where is me?
Lost in the midst of group mentality?
Found in a hedge of defiance.
I have to grasp myself again.

Stripped down to nothing to regain my soul.
Vision and life set to the tune of real.
Cannot sit and take it anymore
Status quo is not who I am!

Kicking and screaming
It’s too hard to believe
Own selfish motives trying to make me into you.

Gasp at the thought.

Oh, my God it’s true!

Breaking out of your devilish scheme
Here I am the real me.

Identity lost
True identity found

Thanks for the adventure
On to a new journey.

Look in the mirror,
Oh, there you are
All stripped down and naked again.

Embracing rejection the joy of pain.
I’d rather be me and not have you;
than live hating myself.

Shaking off the dust.

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Possibilities

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Destined for creativity.
A purposeful plan.
No other human but me can withstand.

All meant for me a great deal to do.
Love and adventure set before me,
It’s true!

I have a passion
A desire
A dream

You can’t take it.
It must be seen.

Don’t try to stop me!
Don’t tell me no!

Who are you anyway?
You think you know best?
Nothing but mediocre.
Possibly less.

I got to move,
I got to go.
If I don’t do it I’ll never know.

Life in a moment,
Truth in my grasp.
Nothing can stop me,
I have passed the test!

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Wandering Butterfly

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Riding on the wind, so free and real.
Can’t break my soul, I’m ever so still.

Constant chatter of nonsense–No depth
You call this freedom, I call it death.

Bondage is broken, lives are changed.
Power of oneness; but you complain.

Only you are right?
Your truth shall remain?
We need to evolve, look at all the pain.

We cannot sit back–Watch and play
While countless people wither away.

For the sake of your soap box;
you will not love?
Good bye religion and your fake love!

A God who says you are good.
A God who loves you with no strings.
Let real love flow from wandering beings.

New life in you of love, joy, and peace.
Real love empowers, strengthens, and helps your needs.

Wandering butterfly, where have you been?

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