Note to Self..

Ambitious thoughts – motivation paused again!
Limited social interaction – causing lack of confidence.
Too much time to think..
Do something rather than nothing.
No need for over reaction to well intended advice.
Have faith – stay hopeful.
Keep sanity apparent for your own sake.
Be the Enthusiastic Opportunist – be realistic too.
The passion for ‘IT’.. (whatever ‘IT’ is) will come.
Be patient!
Ranting is a waste of emotion – channel it.
Conceal self suppression – keep it at bay.
High expectations are allowed –  mistakes can be rectified.
Walk –  don’t run.
The intention is to have fun.
Be inspired – be creative – be YOU!

Head Wobble! - Booster Needed!...

If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door!

- Milton Berle

Life isn’t about finding yourself.

Life is about creating yourself -

- George Bernard Shaw -

In the long run you only hit what you aim at.

- Henry Thoreau -

This too shall pass. 

- Helen Steiner Rice -

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Quote.. **

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.



~ Mary Elizabeth Frye ~

Retribution

 *Please note the following post is based not on personal experience but on Social knowledge and an emotional awareness*.


'As I lay him down to sleep I pray the lord his soul to keep. If he should die before he wake I pray the lord his sole to take. Embrace my beloved son o' lord, let him rest for all eternity in your kingdom that is heaven. Born of innocence betrayed by insanity. Protect him from evil, shelter him from harm. The little boy I had yearned for taken from me far to soon, so vulnerable, so dependant, so young. My heart has been ripped from my chest, replaced with overwhelming emptiness yet filled with intense pain and despair. The ever-present voice in my head screams the same word over and over again... Why? Why? Any distraction found only through outbursts of unforgiving anger and rage. The circle of life has come to a halt, misplaced faith wasted on the expectant natural course of events. Shame and guilt not nearly penance enough for what I had allowed to happen.

I held you in my arms now I hold you forever in my heart.

Lives will never be the same again, but for you my beautiful boy with your cheeky smile and infectious laugh, I will endeavour to find some comfort and solace so as you may rest in peace.

Pain so raw, too much to bear. The loss of a future looms heavy, the light in my life shines no more.

Forever blessed that you came into my life,  for the time that we shared together and the memories I will always treasure.

I relish the fear for the revenge I must seek  from a well overdue act of retribution. I will continue to keep your memory alive and make your presence known. Your body may lie still but your spirit lives on. Close your eyes little one let us dream about the day, not to long from now when we can again share our lives.

'Hush little baby don't you cry

Daddy's going to pay till the day I die'

amstothers :)

Behind The Mask

This mask I wear isn't to protect my own skin.
Precariously balanced above my once smile, now grim.
Lips sewn shut tight, eyes so alive vibrant with fright.
This mask I wear rids me of pride, confidence lost spirit has died.
Yet this mask is my saviour, for no other reason but...
It shields others from the truth, I so cleverly cover up.

A Morbid Fascination

Greetings from the dark side, no need to grab your coat or wrap up warm.
Try to stay calm!..
It's A MORBID FASCINATION that arouses our minds, ravishing our senses, provoking intrigue and irresistable appeal...
Until remorse hits, the guilt of wanting to know more, the desire to know more no matter how gruesome or devastating.
Every last blood curdling, spine chilling detail, battling with the morals we live by and our understanding for peace and humanity.

SILENCE............

We can feast on this fascination no more. We must contain our lust and curb our appetites.
Until the next time of course!....

Part Of A Master-Plan

Her ruby red lips now mottled with blue. The face that once mocked falls silent and still.Her long shiny locks all matted and dank, near perfect skin drained of life shaded grey.
The depths of her eyes bore deep in to her soul, window left open yet no flicker of light.
Cold remnants of heart presenting no fresh clarity.
Her shameful disgrace so crude and obscene, exiled from kin no chance for return.
Lingering unrest resides thick in the air, assumed liberation from this mortal coil.
She lies poised, tainted by the radiance of corpse, consumed by the sweet sickly aroma of decay.
Death boasts the darkest of attractions she'd thought, her nightmare life In death set free.
Foreseeing new hopes for forgiveness and peace, her status renewed amongst the realms of deceit.
But death does not beckon her on this night nor the next, no place to repent no redemption found here.
To late to turn back path long since closed, eternal damnation now all that is posed.

Don't Believe The Hype

Cruel deep scars forever shall reign, deliberately contrived actions deployed with such skill.
Lie allowing lips move freely, no shame!
Strong emotive feelings potrayed through deceit, bringing dishonour to all that you meet.
Smelling a sense of immanence this event will unfold.
Blinded no longer with thoughts roused by guilt, spouting false hopes in rhythmatic dull tones.
'I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.'
True dedication turned to vengeance I seek for corrupting young minds in their times of sadness, you prayed on the weak.
Simply unleashing my erratic and fragile like state is all that is needed to determine your fate.

Acquiescence

He sits alone, a lost soul, long since detached from society.
Welcoming the darkness to hide in its shadows.
Clinging to the fringes of sanity.
Destroyed by endless pressures he watches as the walls edge closer.
Slowly at first, increasing rapidly with each shallow gasp for air.
Feeble arms outstretch attempting to resist the now inevitable blow.
Relentless submission apparent once more.