7 sept 2011 > 20/11/2 < Judgement/lust/priestess
When is it important to be “the judge of that”?
How do you ride the ‘wild’ and trust your instincts?
How do you honor your intuition?
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Jagged slits of care-lessness
razor words of thought-lessness
serrate what the heart had cherished
There is disbelief in years of togetherness
that bring a volcanic rupture so seething
Hate would be a reward to the disregard
Power and control have lost to freedom taken
a self seeking to find herself again before the ruin
bearing the anguish of years given selflessly
There is not just one on this path of togetherness
that has not given betrayal a run for the power
There is not just one that finds loneliness in the heart
Words unsaid for decades spill the hot lava
roar through the city of the heart with no regard
Swallow memories with burning breath
No one leaves unscathed in the ruin char
Bitter black ash lays over hearts once dressed in white
acerbic words curtail wisdom of forgiveness
There is disbelief in years spent together
That words unspoken caustic the heart
leave blood spattered invisible on the walls
So much pain…
leaves jagged slits of care-lessness
slices razor words of thought-lessness
burns deep betrayals heart-lessly
serrate the heart once cherished
Two more days till I have internet access in my new house. I will say, that not having TV and internet have made for peaceful evenings and I get to bed before 11. It has broken my morning ritual of writing and sending this off to my cyberspace blog, and then checking my email, and then reading the news, and then galavanting about the cyber world for a little morning get to know a little about nothing. Etc.. blah blah blah. Change is good. It’s here.. deal with it … Right?