goneobserver

from days long ago my youth plagued parents fought bad decisions made all around I try to find my way alone not knowing how to be a man never truly displayed but in actions of anger and resentment so in anger I lashed back at all I knew separated self from family uncertain of everything venturing out seeking things to fill my needs friends, loyal and true at least as long as they could use you friends, not the best but they were there until one day word of trouble came things were said betrayed by the ones I thought I could trust and everything that I thought I had gained taken away in one foul swoop sense of safet

please don't hurt because when it hurts you it hurts me why does all the pain you hide and your stubbornness take reign why can't you give it away knowing you cannot bear it and yet you are afraid of letting others help you are you afraid of being free? are you afraid of life and what it could be? I guess then the question could be the same for me why then must we wallow in our pasts when they all lead to a road we should not venture down all of this knowing up the road the toll is already paid for the only thing is..... it's only one way and there is no going back..........

Your light shines in dark places because your light was meant to be seen you wonder why you are where you are but it is not about you It is about those in the dark confronted daily their realities and situations bring them forth to their knees A longing they see it is for you to recognize healing may be in your hands you may be the answer to their prayers

there in my desk drawer the left holds books knowledge wisdom and in that drawer also lay petals of flowers gone given to those deemed worthy those with splendor of their own once magnified in my eyes but was fleting for a short time never grasped a hold withered in time in the center are memories things written as time passed by journaling all things encompassing life but in the right if you look there you find a rose to be given the day I find one that grasps my heart and mind one with such beauty radiance inside that my heart can no longer hide but be given freely as this rose will be as I ask her t

keep in mind the wars and attacks that claimed so many lives ones that battled fought for you to survive and so you carry on mull over your days thoughts about your boss, some people that angered you over lunch, other assorted things, so small an petty and for what reason? why do you let your mind wander ponder such trivial things such as these? things that only leave your heart tired and frustrated hoping it'd all go away which for some, it does those who forgot the meaning of today blessed to live another day for another day is not always promised and we never know how long this one will last we, so blessed to live a

building up tearing down it is the process being molded into an image sometimes more is needed sometimes some needed to be taken away it's all about the image the way we want it to be seen the way we want it to be seen and the way we want to be seen sometimes the image is just an image sometimes it is us we are molded every day just as the clay life sometimes gives sometimes takes away yet always something still remains something better more refined hopefully something with a better frame of mind one not so full of their own air bubbles that under fire will explode from the inside but no matter what it is not about th