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Some of the kindest souls I know have lived in a world that was not so kind to them.
Some of the best human beings I know have been through so much at the hands of others, and they still love deeply, they still care.
Sometimes, it's the people who have been hurt the most who refuse to be hardened in this world, because they would never want to make another person feel the same way they have felt.
If that isn't something to be in awe of, I don't know what is.
Time spent in summers dawn
The past seems to remain, linger on
It front, it's back
In time of change
Isn't it strange
How things come to be estranged
Refuse to make amends
It cuts deep in the open ground
But you'll still be coming around
And makes us forget all common sence
Time to move on in retrospect
We're just pedals from a red rosette
Heavy hearts that are created
Help them forgive, those whom have beed jaded
Have feelings of what is said to people
Can be mistaken as to be vitriol
Words matter, and what you say affects persons
In of this, is definely certain
Please allow me to elucidate
It's simple, just dont hate
Being too emotional goes hand-in-hand with being too sensitive. These two traits are related to having a preponderance of water-sign energies in the astrology chart (or a strong moon). People who are too emotional are also highly perceptive and intuitive. They are empaths. The heightened emotionality is limiting in some ways, but it also gives the sensitivity needed to work as a healer. Empaths feel the suffering of others and are energetically attuned to the world. This can be difficult (boundaries a challenge to create and maintain), but it’s also wonderful to be highly sensitive to some things. In other words, there is a heightened sensitivity to beauty, joy, nature, and love, as well as the more negative energies.
I believe that spending time in nature is the most effective way for empaths to neutralize unwanted energy. Consciously choosing to pass energy through the body with love and the intention of helping (rather than blocking) another is a wonderful strategy. Limiting your interactions if feeling a bit depleted is a nice, gentle boundary. Too-emotional people serve a valuable purpose by being willing to face and assist with the suffering of others.
There’s a soul purpose to all we experience: something to learn and something to share. Acknowledging vulnerabilities while slowly elevating weaknesses cultivates mastery. Certain challenges awaken the experiences needed to accomplish what the soul (most likely) wants to achieve. Embracing the self is an act of love. Do the best you can with what you have, and constantly strive to open, explore, forgive, and transform! A grain of roughness in the story of your soul will slowly become your pearl.
If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you...and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats...because he will...flees in fear to his cave... Gather your grandmothers around you...envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still...and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him...to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream
If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father
Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed,
To the last one you wept over
Give thanks for the gifts; of your unraveling to this meeting
Of the one who stands before you now
And find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar
A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting
To grow a new world, together
The City carved a silhouette
On the ocean after dark
Over The lonely and the unholy
And the red blood beating hearts
Darkness takes it's part
Loveliness taken apart
In the river blood flows
People's true nature shows
Up from the dirty black water
A shadow form black demon
It's raised itself out of the river
And it climbed upon the shore
Neon on the black top
There's a gentle rain downtown
The black demon's all around
The blood pooling underneath me
As it follows on the ground
I kissed you when I saw you
And I stared deep into your eyes
I meant to say ‘I love you’
But instead I said goodbye
Shadows in the city
I’m a stranger to myself
On these streets I’m someone else
Shadows in the city
Like a demon in the dark
Come to tear me apart
For all my good intentions
There's a shadow in my heart
The demon comes to me infrequently
When it does it breaks my precious heart
Feel the darkness take over recently
The shadow possesses
Darkness becomes aggressive
Shall I live this way, indefinitely
My body torn and ripped apart
Nothing left but my body, left there in the dark
I don't know why I do it
I Apologize but it's too Late
I just died, nobody cried
My minds poised into the void
A single tear?
And you leave me there
Life's been taken away
The Shadow Demons upon me
Then it's on it's way
Shadows in the city
I’m a stranger to myself
On these streets, I’m someone else
That's the thing about suicide. Try as you might to remember how a person lived his life, you always end up thinking about how he ended it. Did you really want to die? No one commits suicide because they want to die. Then why do they do it? Because they want to stop the pain.If suicide be supposed a crime, 'tis only cowardice can impel us to it. If it be no crime, both prudence and courage should engage us to rid ourselves at once of existence, when it becomes a burden.
Skin isn’t paper don’t cut it,
Guns aren’t toys don’t play with them,
Pills aren’t candy don’t eat to much,
Your life isn’t a movie don’t end it.
