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Journal Entry # 114 – Add Colour To Your Sky
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. – Rabindranath Tagore
No One Cares About Superman
I’ve saved the day… so many
with a cape that’s now tattered and torn
bullets are starting to pierce me
with an ego that is badly worn
I do not wear any more disguises
for there’s no glory I ever sought to claim
people still pass on by me
and take no notice of this hero’s pain
go on and send up your beacon
these wounds are barely healed
from the kryptonite of being forgotten
a power that strongly wields
no one cares about Superman
does he hurt, bleed, or even cry
only, until one day needs saving
and he no longer wants to fly
Journal Entry # 113 – Belief in Yourself!
Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Dark Fantasy
Oh, beautiful moon, why do you tease me?
With fantasy, I know is not real.
Darkness always has another plan for me,
where light can never celebrate.
I dare not chase away the loneliness,
for the night will expose my weakness.
I have no prayer to use,
don’t lie and tell me there’s fate.
Go…just go, and leave me,
drift away into tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll open my eyes when it’s over,
and see if the sun still cares.
Journal Entry # 112 – Take Those Leaps
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. We guess. We may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark. – Agnes de Mille
Journal Entry # 111 – Keep On Going
Don’t ever give up, keep on moving forward. Even the smallest trickle of water can carve the hardest of stone. Not because it has all the power and control to do so, no, it’s because of its perseverance. – Ash
Journal Entry # 110 – Climb Your Vision
We lift ourselves by our thought, we climb upon our vision of ourselves. – Orison Swett Marden
Journal Entry # 109 – We Must Walk the Path
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. – Buddha
Whispers From You
A lull from the hillside early morn,
like a whisper from you.
I stood in the chill…
…with a tear reminder,
of what I’ve lost.
Sweep me up,
walk with me through the valley,
take me to the mountain tops.
I am brisk, I am alive…for now.
Whisper some more to me,
until the mutters grow so faint.
I know the cold will still return,
only, wait until it’s the final breeze.
Earth To Ash 