Into the heart of the matter does a man not begin to see things clearly after years of experience and silent hell spent yearning for things lost to the uncureable and fortunes failure.?
Give him not the grace of wisdom by failing to prove faithful and loyal of heart and mind, then truly demons mist walk among us in the shape of Eve and Angels lost of hope and heart, broken and cursed forevermore. Wings of gossomur silk traded for whispers of a ghost, lost in the darkness.
Again surrounded by confusion and panic. Living in a roller coasters heart has taken its toll… I’ve grown to tired to fight anymore, the soul of Hope has been bled nearly dry by harlotts and harpies. Grown so tired of endless giving, endless judgement and critics galor. All for a place to rest this weary and weathered soul, a cursed night and endlesswonderer now numb and tired from the rain and cold of this life. Shivers uncontrolled now echo these bones of truths giving pardon only to fires in my soul as I drift away…
The End… A freewrite by.me
Benjamin M Prewitt 2017 December 31st #myshakylife
There are many views of god and religion in our world many of who claim the similar views and creeds. Having lived long enough to know better I will not express my findings in god and religion in an open forum, why because god does not require me to. And that’s all will say on the matter. I will how ever with those of you who do outwardly practice your faith wish you a happy Easter and god bless.
This is a bit of thought I have previously posted but find it fitting for the day.
Do our actions reflect the words we say or does it past the time away?
With colored prose they write the day
but what does it mean when actions sway.
The thoughts of man made flesh and real, from the hearts and souls they often steal. The real life actions chose the path and give us hope or make us laugh.
Paint your words in physical form for one day in one life and see the beauty.
Take away the strife.
We forget how one small act can change the world, be that catalyst