—Children’s eyes—

Situations come and go, but self always remain, death due us part where life comes to say, who stand in honor, those who have stood the test of time to rebirth for the children to come in joy as divine. 

The children of this world, oh how ive fell short. They deserve better, they deserve the best, but self interest comes and takes it’s girth, consuming to consume and fill selfs belly in spite. 

Sucking dry the human in shame, as i hang my head low i can’t bear what remains. Remains of me after such atrocious visions, children starve on our televisions, how can we live in such a world as this. 

There will be a day where life takes its keep, the children will remain and be free that is for sure, as it should be, without this mighty gore. 

The human who do not stand as life, that is what must be eradicated, the mind demons, we all have it, it is not hidden. 

Self forgiveness with self honesty will surely help us rise, to again be able to face our children in the eyes. Doing our best for all as what is life’s measure in equality and oneness, its greater then any mind treasure. Fear not as thats useless and cause fret and horror, be brave and stand firm, it will one day be over.

--Consequence-- day 12

--Consequence-- 

Consequence, a dread hangs over me, a fear so deep i can not sleep 

Sleep becoming tough as i find my will is shakened

in the face of this beast i have made my bed forsaken

I don't know why i was so foolish and lacked common sense, 

the sense of the (wo)man that have no life friends 

why harm life in such ways to build such an army 

an army of my demons there here and they found me 

the demons is myself as my thoughts, feelings, and emotions 

the mind as the enemy oh no that has always been my homie 

so good and so glad when all was going well, 

but when consequence came a knocking, i knew it was going to be hell 

though this is not the fate of all, oh no, there is courage 

the courage to face self where we are called, oh let's hurry 

called by life itself 

no more games no more playing, time to strap my boots on and build that will 

brick by brick, word by word, step by step 

self forgiveness is here and will be our sure siren 

sirening us to move and take action before it's too late 

consequence is here, sorry death is no escape

what is the point - day 8

 what is the point

what is the point to anything that's done

why do the things done have to have a point

is the point to make a whole lot of money

is the point to win big and show off your honey

is the point to become star and reap the rewards of the rich and famous

or is it to be 

here free

where self is the start and the end

where there is life from the center rippling out to the eternal

i know this is who i am, time to live it to become it again

Standing in the dawn - day 7

standing in the dawn

 i stand in the dawn of my actions of the day 

i have not filled my keep, no i have given it all away 

to a blindness that seeps and seeps until it drowns out 

this blindness it comes no shadow no doubt 

it test the self that is the truth of the breath that gives life 

I squander so easily this breath as life shows full out 

as i hear screams, and crys, and wales, and horrors, is the life of the human - we have come and we've conquored 

not the correct conquering i have realized in disgrace, as life is me and i will see the squander i've allowed to the end 

it's sad as a life that did not give it's hand, the hand of another as it grasp in a care, a caring hand is what is needed especially in the end. 

the end of the lies and dishonesties of self, the truth to stand throughout as this is all that we have by word and by mouth

the gift of life is true and self face this grace, amazing grace it'll be when the child care is seen without.