Extreme By MwsR
Everything is necessary
When nothing isn’t a choice.
Don’t ever stop listening to that “inside voice”.
Possibilities are just chances we have not taken
They keep up rising
Instead of staying broken.
When you have just a little faith
A little hope in your soul
That is when you can just take off and go.
Everything has a season
A season to change and correct
An opportunity, have you taken yours yet?
Trying is hard when you see no end
But let me tell you, it will no doubt come , my friend.
It is difficult sometimes , more than we feel we can stand.
Trust in a process
Things don’t change overnight
That is why we search for more than our own might.
We need to examine how life has went so wrong
We need to carry in our hearts hope, faith, and love.
These are blessings and give us each, just enough.
Extreme is not necessary when you really try
In taking little steps forward,
You can eventually tell the bad times, goodbye.
Extreme may simply be
You believing in something greater
Something greater, than you or me.
Something you cannot see but can feel
The overwhelming desire or passion
That surrounds your heart and soul
The extreme that makes you go.
Simple as that, you came into my life
Tiny yet strong, you made your presence known
All that saw you knew you were special
But your Mommaw knew it first.
Feeling you move inside your mommy’s tummy
I felt a sense like I never had known before.
Feelings flowed like a blanket covering my heart.
I was in this for the long haul,
Since then you have been a constant by my side,
My best world all in a tiny person.
I love you and you make me smile
Even on the worst days, you make it worthwhile.
My “love love”, forever and a day
Thank you for all your love, you give my way.
Art….by MSR
From out of the dark
Emerges a spark
Into a space
Leaving a trace
Colors a drifting
Making a living
Splatters give meaning
Blended from your living
One stroke leads a stream
Hand and art a team
Canvas that has a story
It is such glory
The tale a picture can tell
When the artist comes out of their shell.
Not oblivious at all
Withstanding, judgements of y ‘all.
Things you have little bravery to say
The stuff that made up one day.
Others participate with you
They know not who they speak to
You will ultimately betray them too.
Stuff that definitely is not right
Things that keep me awake at night
Conversations that turn into condemnations
A recipe for someone’s sadness.
No need to apologize
I know it would be nothing but lies
Testing the limits of being human
You spill the lies like doctors inject serum.
Rest assured, your day will come
You will subject, just like every one.
Underneath your exterior you stink
I would not close my eyes around you, not even blink.
Everything has an equal or opposite reaction
Perhaps for you it will be different in action
Whispers because you are cowards
I have no use for that, going forwards.
Reality in disguise
Partial truth
Imposter of the real life
Follower of ourselves
Grey coward
Evenly warped
invader of space
Accuser of your image
Display of characteristics
Over emphasized
Visual spectacle
Impersonal
Listless
Is there such a thing as peace?
Will this burden ever release ?
So many things cannot be undone
Like looking at the “mountain” wanting to run.
Things that used to mean something are being replaced
Even the smile that was carried around on the face.
Sometimes hurt can overwhelm us
It can make a prisoner and create a stirring fuss.
It can take away our light and our joy
Things that used to bring something suddenly don’t anymore.
When a person’s heart has been hurt and created a scar
IT is always there even when it doesn’t hurt so bad, and never far.
As if silence could be still a heart
Then time would join its hand
Nothing could wound us
Nothing would reside …
Try to find some silence for your heart
It will not diminish the pain, but it’s a start.
Help yourself, be kind to you
You don’t come with a blueprint in blue.
Peace is not always attainable
Burdens can be many and manageable.
Silence might simply be closure…
Closure to whatever creates a burden or more.
Soft, beautiful, and strong
Each right where they belong.
Complete dependence, one of another
To carry the load with each other.
Fluttering in a weightless, timely measure
Seeing this is truly a treasure.
Oh, if we were wings
That would cause us to sing.
Just knowing that we are important and can do a great thing.
That we are right where we belong,
Soft, beautiful, yet strong.
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Mws R Writings 