Fight

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Between your ears, resides a place
A place where demons come to play
To pull you in to the abyss
Where only darkness seems to exist

In this darkness the voice speaks loud
Curses the light, invites in clouds
It brings in guilt, applauds the shame
Makes you feel small, calls you by name

There are many places you’ll try to hide
From this voice that lives inside
You’ll try to run away from this place
The place where demons come to play

And sometimes “friends” will come to your aid
Only to turn on you the next day
Leaving you there to pick yourself up
With empty bottles and a half poured cup

What if I told you it’s not real
How that voice tries to make you feel
What if I told you, demons die
When you look them right in the eyes

What if I told you in that place
There is a soul, it has your face
What if I told you, you possess
the power to bring this voice to rest

What I am telling you is true
The light is waiting to find you
No need to hide or run away
Open your eyes, turn night to day

So in this place, between your ears
There are no demons for you to fear
They are not real, they are not you
What that voice says is all untrue.

But if you dive and find yourself there
Breathe in courage, breathe out despair
Open your eyes, you’ll see the light
You’ll see your soul, your heart, your might.

Love yourself and go to war
With all the things invading your shores
Fight for your heart, fight for your life
Fight for the gift of being alive.

Lost in Translation

 

Spoken words provides a tone
Which written words may lack.
But it is in the written words
Where essence lives in black
And only those with a guiding light
Are invited on to the stage
“The honesty in each word I write
The life beyond the page…”
And those who may not see the stage
Are confused by this creation
Or it may be the words I wrote
Were just lost in translation

And so I write…

                                                             Lori Vrba’s Genesis


To seek silence for my mind
To convey this heart’s find
To reveal what can’t be spoken
To help heal what has been broken
To make sense of the confusion
To confront all the illusions
To let go of what can’t serve
To admit what I’ve deserved
To confess the love I hold
To put words to stories untold
To admit all of my desires
To reach out and help inspire
To keep searching for my light
To see life…and so I write

A Girl

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A girl not nearly seventeen
Sat on the beach and cried
She looked at the world through troubled eyes
Was pregnant with her first child.

At home this girl knew nothing of love
Love, she never received
This child was her first faith in God
To bring the love she grieved

A mother who gave no soft touch
A father she never knew
With child, with faith, and desperate hope
The girl sought to escape truth

Many years have come and gone
Now a woman’s become of that girl
With child in tow and a gypsy heart
This woman traveled the world

After journeys and life’s gifts
This woman sits and ponders
Life has given and taken things
But a sadness still lingers

What this woman does not see
Is the success she has become
The child she cried with at the beach says:
“Through my eyes, you are one.”

Because success is not where you end up
It’s the courage to continue
It’s rising above all obstacles
And giving all the love in you.

Muse

Aphrodite (Greek: Ἀφροδίτη; Latin: Venus) is the Greek goddess of love and beauty.

Aphrodite: Greek goddess of love and beauty.

Muse….A beautiful poison you are.

Seductive masks you wear so well
Play into feelings, then cast your spell
It has been noticed what you aspire
It’s to be the object of one’s desire
And those who’ve taken a bite of your fruit
Begin to starve, go deaf, and mute
To all the signs that bare your venom
Where is the antidote? Part of a ransom
Where spells cast will be unmade
And masks fall off revealing a face
But still a muse you shall remain
You and I…muse…we are one in the same

Tides

 

Brings to shore what hides in the deep
To wash away uncertainties we keep
And then exposes what’s left in the sand
To give an opportunity to begin again

Collect your shells and write your name
But be prepared for the tide to claim
What you’ve shared and let go
Only you and sea, will know.