Tag: power
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The Core of Men
Love doesn’t count if it’s counted It can’t be measured It is and has always been infinite A heart calls for it Like a baby crying for it’s mother after leaving the womb We give up on love to easily And forget it’s power too soon It’s not tangible like money Or gems It comes…
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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Forgiveness
More precious than gold or silver Valuable like rain in the desert Glistening in the sun like shells wasted on shore But it breaks under the pressure of bitterness Eventually becoming fine sand That gives way to easy going feet Eager to walk on to brighter days And that is the beauty of forgiveness Love…
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Surfs Up
Roll with the punches Tread water through the tears Bounce with the sways of laughter Smile through the brevity of complex years Easing into a steady peace That erases the power of fear Yes, in life the unknown is present here Yet time goes on And those weaken by the struggle Often grow strong with…
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Keep Laughing
The pain may hurt you. Your friends may see your struggle and desert you. But laughter is the best medicine you will ever find. Because it makes the day bearable when the clouds form overhead. It makes the tears taste like bitter honey. It makes the hot coals turn to glowing embers that are strong…
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Freedom Rings
I wanna hear the loud banging of a new day dawning Let the tambourines shake Let the bass drop Let truth clash against lies like strong tides, Hitting the desolate shore We need the God of Abraham, Issac and Jacob We need freedom like a plant requiring soil Like a lamp with a plug but…
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Reflection: Breaths Of Time
Breaths of Time In the pit of my ample bosom, my heart beats slowly yet it stirs at the sound of your voice. I miss it. The deep vibrato is laced with the rhythmic pace only known to skilled orators. I would pay money to record the riffs of your vocal progressions. The memories of…
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The Stairs
The Stairs The luminous glow of breaking sunshine is dimmed in the hallway Leading up to my salvation The shadows of past footsteps… Lay in the steep darkness of flashing bulbs Dwindling to a close offset by a backdrop Of chestnut wooden planks leading down Urge me to keep inching forward Sweat drips from a…
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The Length of Hope
The Length of Hope I learned sometime ago that hope has the power to sustain the soul of man. It extends beyond the existence of money. So as the perils of life remain present cling onto the remnants of hope. Love always, Esha <3
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