MudBlogs

In other words:    I f You can Openly talk about Your trauma and recovery—your life story; among your own tribe,  petition to them your pain, commiserate the likeness of what hurts the most, then-now, embrace it together, come out laughing ten minutes later 'bout it... you just may be recovering from a hopeless state of mind and body. You are free for the moment. And this is true love and healing power.   For all that have ears to listen with, can listen with, will listen with... want to listen with—    —and are hungry, lonely and tired;  Hand them your heart, keep it rare, throw some oysters on the plate with it, a pearl awaits in all.  Portioned your heart for the hungriest of hearts, freely give, perhaps somebody may need it. Keep it in your sacred circle, void of abject unreality, self-demoralization, self-condemnation. Were all made of dirt.   — without taking the lead-role in the ongoing saga of "Drama and Trauma" sin...

God take this bitterness— —take the resentments too I've been poisoned I pray for you— —that you receive all you deserve I know not what that is I am just mortal man— —grateful that I am and you too A child of God— —like me grace and mercy How easy it is to love— —the lovable the perfect one How easy it is to hate— —the unlovable the flawed one Who's eyes are these— —that I look through that I pierce I am tired and weak— —my soul is jaded from what I say Out of my mouth— —my heart speaks vile Out of my mind— —my soul speaks denial Vocal fast— —vision fast clear imagination Locked up— —against the wall I stand to fall Who are you— —whence you come are we are not the same A thousand times over— —I forgave just this once No power— —have I liberty with no power Where is your light— —darkest light precarious flame Have you no truth— —to lie to steal You want— —you take the need Blame— —charge your agenda in the shadow There is still time— —to turn around aim now ...