Poet maybe? Lrycist, I can dream
Hell I just love words
Poet maybe? Lrycist, I can dream
Hell I just love words
In the wrong direction, far too often pointed
I think you’re a saint, who’s yet to be anointed
I’ve done my time had my moments in hell
Throw me a rope crawling out of that well
And breathe just breathe
Take in the sun and feeling the wind
They can kiss my ass with that fire and brim
I just need to breathe, breathe, breathe
Breathin ain’t easy when caught inside a vice
Like being under water looking up at ice
Love is like breathing, no way to live without
That needs to be remembered
Shatter any sense of doubt
# Life’s moment, living free
I will say it’s taught me quite a bit. My academics were an individual task and I believe I’ve mastered this.
I had no idea and hadn’t been informed that landing a job when not yet eighteen is no easy task.
I don’t know that I chose Starbucks out of want or need.
However working in a fast paced store I’ve learned that teamwork is absolutely vital and this lesson will go far when I’m running my own enterprise.
The old adage there’s no I in team rings true here.
I have also learned I do enjoy my own money and watching a bank account grow is one incredible incentive.
By the way did anyone realize there’s like a hundred things to know at Starbucks. Haha
Sincerely,
Michael Cavanaugh
Allowing myself to BE loved is
the most heavenly gift I may bestow
I’ve spent years deep diving and researching just what things I need to Let go of
No thing
Letting go is an act in and of itself.
Just that and nothing more and allowing the Highest Self to sort out what needs to be in that helium balloon.
O M G, It’s the reason I came
Sorry but in this moment I’m incapable of putting into words what was a fleeting moment of aha
If adults would look upon all children as if they wear their souls on the outside. Their innocence and vulnerability lies unprotected.
The armor begins to form according to the lack of tenderness, affection, and acknowledgement they receive.
Controlling one’s environment,a juggling act that’s never ending.
I see it little more clearly or a lot more in looking at my condo. I stay in it it cuz it’s the familiar dirt I know.
The insanity of not Ohio Waning it and shutting down and letting go of the duster.
To let it swirl and the dust settle and beginning to know there is nothing harmful here.
From this perspective is my writing just gibberish
Have I tapped into insanity
Or a new level of creativity
I’ve never no wait
Yep not ever attempted being creative
Only escaping my illusion of reality
Maybe focus or letting go
How will I ever know
Unless like now I wander in
I won’t sink hell I can swim
The dawning of enlightenment, a twinkling of a star, a breath an inhalation of grace, a moment in nature beyond explanation, a heartfelt message either given or received, a third eye vision, a thought that expands and explodes into crystals scattered throughout the Universe, an Angelic flutter of wing, a space where one’s mind goes silent.
These and a million others all of which are possible to any soul willing.
She whispers now in my right ear
It’s all a dream
My only thought what does that mean
Again her voice so calm and clear
Don’t worry child it’s just a dream
I’m trying hard to understand
But on deaf ears it seems to land
No need to know or understand
Waking ups the entire plan
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