Out of nowhere came this urgent need to reconnect with him. It had been several years but took only minutes before his voice was in my ear and he was damning me for reaching out again. I’d found him in limbo, which wasn’t actually surprising, he’d already done his stint in India, studying with theContinue reading “Divine Intervention”
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On the road
I’m traveling and unavailable, but even if I weren’t, I would still be unavailable to you. Truth is You don’t know me I don’t want you to I don’t know you I know I don’t want to I can understand why Veronica Lake kicked you to the curb for sitting on your ass smoking weedContinue reading “On the road”
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Truth does not vacillate; it is always true. Whatever is true is eternal, and cannot change or be changed. Spirit is therefore unalterable because it is already perfect, but the mind can elect what it chooses to serve. excerpt: a course in miracles
Man of no Moon
He was a man of No moon No sun And no stars Just a man Soulless Unconscionable Wandering as if lost Staying his course Littering his path With pillaged souls Broken hearts ©2010 Jill Terry
Soul Collage No.4
FINDING PEACE May 7, 2010 by jill A depiction of my decent into darkness and emergence into light
Bad Oyster
Charismatic Handsome Intelligent The world was His oyster Plucking pearls He happened across Basking in their Luminescence Until he grew Bored Then back into The sea From whence They came Neurotoxic poisoning Traces left Everywhere Not because they Sprang From within a Bad oyster But simply from Being Touched by Him © jillterry
Exceeding the Misery Quotient
So many ways To be miserable Attained on a daily basis The moment It wakes From unconsciousness Forced to face another day Plundering the masks Upon the wall Who shall It be today The angst the drama Poor pitiful soul Its only offer to the world The same worn path Each footfall memorized Wallowing mistakenContinue reading “Exceeding the Misery Quotient”
Nemesis
He was an intrusion, of absolute proportion; penetrating her world after ingesting her soul in words; adjusting his intention to mirror her verse; and yield to him she did, as a scent on the breeze. He fooled and beguiled, wrapping her so tightly in his web of illusion, so as to not draw breath, inContinue reading “Nemesis”
CROSS OF CHANGE
She reached with trembling hands In the one direction She knew she shouldn’t Precariously she traveled To the edge of deaths ledge Desperate to feel anything Craving his rejection She raised her arms As if to take flight The ground shook violently Breaking night’s silence She heard the hoof beats Coming hard and fast OverContinue reading “CROSS OF CHANGE”
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