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29.3.10

Tears II


Tears are the words falling that we just can't speak Tears are only for the strong and not for the weak Tears clean out the emotional painsThey are the deep seeded thorns that stick in our brains Tears are the hurtful memories falling down in watery piecesmaking room for lifes new moments and the lessons it teaches AndFor each salty stain left upon your cheek remember why you cried and begin to dig deep Start your journey to reach your peakThe people you meet along the path you beat will have positive and negative fruit to eat as you rummage in the field of emotional cleansing only your tears can wash your buildingOnly you control the interior design of your mindonly you can shift the furniture to make you shine Don't compare your building with anyone else because everyones cards have been dealt from a different deck yet by the same dealer So consult GOD for he is the ultimate healer The Creater knows from whence those tears came and HE knew when they would fall HE is just waiting for you to make that call to gently ask for what you want HE will repair that esteem that always seems to haunt HE will dry those tears erase the stains and pains but be mindful not to use HIM in vain In order to eat the fruit along your travels you must work and put away your gaveldo not judge your self or judge others cry these tears and use your mothers andall otherswho are quietly waiting for you to ask for what you emotionally needdo it now so you can be freed.
o.n.e.i. 2009

28.3.10

Spho


Who speaks to the one who stands n the middle of the road possesing the pyramid reflecting the polarity of energies light
Who speaks to the one who stands vulnerable in humbled delight
Who speaks to the one who is awakened and refuses to fall into slumber the one who counts on every number to sum up all the possibilities thought of
Who speaks to the nay sayer truth teller drunken with messages displaying vestiges of time travel
Who speaks to thee standing in the mirror of humanity shattered with calamity after calamity who is abandoned by we the shamans called a men fall
Who speaks is out of the cloud who truly allows the speaker to be loud enough to reach the rough places that appear off course and of course
Who speaks to this piece intelligibly except the tree tied to your being are you seeing who speaks


ONEI copyright 2010

Note


Note:I write to you in hopes that you are not treated like the children harmed by popes I write in hopes that you cope well with the fact that I feel compelled to use you to quell my raging thoughts
I halt with thought that I may take you to the limit and out of context
you see I write you and its kinda complex
I turn to you, a simple note to play upon my heart strings and bring an ounce of sanity to this noteless world filled with vanity
I candidly admit that I pick you
Note: to hold my impulses and give them life
Note: you are the reason why I write