Even with my two cents there are things I can’t make sense of, the relentless thirst for power, but what is power without love? Towers of Baal, towers that fail, yet there is no time to stop and smell the flowers. I guess I’ve been smelling daffodils for hours, walking on the grass instead of concrete, looking at misfits like me and saying, “Damn, let me wash your feet.” Let me find out how your heart beats, in the name of vanity we talk, but not a word to family we speak. These words are for the weak, the ones they call meek, because their strength lives on a whole other level of frequency. These words are for the ones who have walked across fire just to find out that hell hath no fury like the scorned. For longing for more than what this life has to offer, but offering life the chance to learn from what God had taught me. Take heed these words aren’t meant to step on your feet, but damn I’m still walking. Man keeps interrupting, and all I can say is, “Peace be still, God is still talking.” We all take shits but to a hypocrite it ain’t shit when they do it…….and to those going through, keep holding on, keep proving them wrong, you can do this, you’ve already proved your strength, while others wait around, watching you DO it. Even with my two cents, my richness is vast…….
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 12:17:53 +0000
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