Shhhhh…. – Words can maim for life

 “Because even the smallest of words can be the ones to hurt you, or save you.”
Natsuki Takaya

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The tongue can set a fire no man can extinguish. The venomous stings it inflicts can break apart even the best friendships. Life and death are in the power of the words we speak. We’d do well to remember that when we blithely spout off the latest rumors, the latest dirt, about the ones we love. Don’t repeat the gossip, don’t listen to the gossip. Shhhhh…..

Also published in Wingposse Magazine, December 2012

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A Uniquely Exquisite Pattern – The Pain Of Success

“As my sufferings mounted I soon realized that there were two ways in which I could respond to my situation — either to react with bitterness or seek to transform the suffering into a creative force. I decided to follow the latter course.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

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I bear wounds that seem to never heal, a constant pain that surrounds all my reality. Where will I go from it? What will I do with it? Pain is my fuel that stokes the fires of excellence and success. Without it, I’m powerless before pleasure, seduced to be complacent. I bear the marks of life’s whips in a uniquely exquisite pattern. So beautiful are their ragged trails that spell my name – “Survivor”. To excel I must accept my pain. When I fight it, or hide from it, it kills me. When I accept it, it empowers me. Mourn your pain, then brush yourself off, take it by the ear and demand from it success, knowing that unless you experience the depths of pain, you’ll not know the heights of joy.

Also published in:  Broowaha
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Yet His Eyes – PTSD

“The guns taught only one thing, but they taught it well: of what consequence is life? Of what consequence is a man? And, therefore, of what consequence if he tramples love in one place and goes to find it in the next? The little moment that he has, let him be at peace, far from the guns and all that remind him of them.” – Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich
 

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The wound, hidden, bled through his clothes

Those he meets casually talk in cliches
Yet his eyes, bright with promise, gleam for today
He will never stop running, though he grows weak,
from the stain flowing down his shirt
Yet his eyes, bright with promise, gleam for today 

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My Thorns, My Gift

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I watch with envy
the flowers around me
they sway so freely
they seem so happy
so full of life
colorful and bright
but no not me
I have the devils horns on me
these thorns restrict me
no one picks me
no one seems to want me
they leave me out
saying I’m different
saying I seem so uptight
my mother tells me
I’m just not right
she told me to see my thorns
in a different light
how lucky
she says
you are
to have thorns
while all the flowers
seem so free
they are in major
danger
they seem happy
but it’s a lie
they are colorful and bright
but they have nothing inside
you have it all
for you have the ultimate gift
you have your thorns
which protect you
through the darkness of night
and the evilness in life
they will help you win
every fight
and you will get through
everything you face
just do what’s right
and hold onto your thorns
tight
and you will soon see
the light

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The Art of Distance – Keeping your space

“It’s so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there’s this part of me that’s achingly lonely I could die.” ― Hannah Harrington, Saving June
 
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It is crucial that I maintain my personal space, a time and an attitude where I realize and build my independence and self actuality. This is true especially when I am confronted with painful situations: loneliness, periods of failure, and breakups that make me vulnerable to giving up my personal space in order to escape pain and discomfort. During these moments I tend to seek the path of least resistance which, generally, is pleasure rather than discomfort. To begin to find that “distance” of being without losing myself (to people or things) I start by determining that I will have to feel pain and discomfort. Having decided that, the next step is to begin to use my resources, mental, spiritual, physical, to address my place in the social and physical world. Who am I? Have I spent time to find that out? Am I doing what I normally do? Am I doing things that are increasing or decreasing my independence? Am I spending enough time alone? Am I neglecting my personal responsibilities? These questions are used to determine if I am becoming too attached to a person or thing. spending a majority of my time, energy and money pursing that person, or thing, to the exclusion of my normal responsibilities is a violation of my space. I need to find myself, be myself, do what I know to be me. I shouldn’t spend too long with any one person or thing without spending some time alone to reflect on my progress of establishing and keeping my “space”. Separating myself for a moment, mentally, physically, or both, from my circumstance can help me make an art of being distant, of being myself in spite of my passionate involvement with my environment.

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I Thought, I Became

“as a man thinks in his heart, so is he” – Proverbs 23:7
“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.” Jonathan Safran Foer 
 
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I’ve heard the negative, dark words spoken in blind anger
from family, lovers, friends, and enemies.
Now, I can’t get them out of my mind.
They linger like stingers, long after the offender is gone
I feel the effects, no matter how I try
to think that it’s not possible to actually be
what they said.
Self esteem takes the hit, crumpling under the blow.
I take hold of myself and stand again
It’s only what I believe that will affect me.
I will not listen to those heavy things,
weighing me down.
Casting off the weight, throwing it behind me
I can stand, I can be whole
full and strong, standing again
in the face of life’s headwind

I am not what they say, I am what I believe.


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I Thought, I Became

“as a man thinks in his heart, so is he” – Proverbs 23:7
“I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.” Jonathan Safran Foer 
 
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I’ve heard the negative, dark words spoken in blind anger
from family, lovers, friends, and enemies.
Now, I can’t get them out of my mind.
They linger like stingers, long after the offender is gone
I feel the effects, no matter how I try
to think that it’s not possible to actually be
what they said.
Self esteem takes the hit, crumpling under the blow.
I take hold of myself and stand again
It’s only what I believe that will affect me.
I will not listen to those heavy things,
weighing me down.
Casting off the weight, throwing it behind me
I can stand, I can be whole
full and strong, standing again
in the face of life’s headwind

I am not what they say, I am what I believe.


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