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Conversation with Death

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…please don’t be upset…what plagues you? Is this the fear you always speak of, the fear that breaks your spirit…It is sad you can not speak your souls tongue…would you like me to interpret for you?

“I do not understand, is my soul not part of my mind or body, am I not connected with my soul? I am so confused…”

…no, no, no…let me rephrase that, you are connected, just not thinking the same. Sometimes during our journey we forget to look at the map, the directions are embedded in our memory. The same is true for your soul. Your soul holds so many answers…you know they are there, you just forget to look. Our soul speaks in a silent tongue, an ancient language of God…an amazing ballad set to make the body move. It is one thing to be born…it is another thing to be alive…You are alive!

“I can feel its answers, I can sense the truth, I am aware of its power. Yet, I can not understand if it is an illusion of my mind, or an appeasement to my senses. Either way I know not…”

What can be done to ease your sorrows, for I know not even what sorrows you?

“I fear for my heart, I fear for my soul, I feel the frailty of loss.
I fear the frailty of loss, for I have lost but few, and those few I ponder…”
“I do not fear you, I fear the wake left in my place, I fear the uncertainty of feeling the same love…”
“Love of my soul-mates…not lovers…but sisters, fathers, mothers, brothers…
What have I if I can not have them again? The same love?”

“That is what sorrows me”

Speak to your Soul, rest assured, you know…you will always and have always known…

And then there was silence…

Conversation with Life

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To be completely honest, you must release these emotions,
They will hurt you.
Your mind is confused. Boggled are emotions.
A prisoner of the mind

“… I have no one to talk to.
No One wants me.
I betrayed them all, without their knowing.
I gave up…”

Why? We can lie until we believe.
It all catches up. Why do we lie to ourselves?

“My hurt is from other peoples’ insecurities,
They create a jail, a solitary cage. I try to please others and all I receive in turn is a slap in the face. I have finally become overwhelmed with the desire to reflect off other peoples’ “Poisons”. What I am implying is simple. People reflect inner poison. Their unhappiness in life, hatred, jealousy, the intention of causing pain. Well, for once I want to vent off the frustration of smiling at someone, when behind the facade is the cruelest intentions.

You dream of running,
To a strange parallel land,
not hated, not loved, Unknown.

“If only I had the courage,”

Someday You will.
I only wish you love, happiness, fellowship…not alone
Not alone

“I have been hurt, and regard people as puppets, each marionette being controlled by the others hand. The strings being tangled in a web. And the web is full of poison.”

“Sometimes, I become so sad. Just hearing soft words, or now and then hearing a sweet melody. I feel like my life is not complete.”

Come,
let me sing that sweet melody,
a melancholy tune
I can do that

Elizabeth

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“”Give them nothing,”said the saint. “Take rather part of their load, and carry it along with them-that would be most agreeable to them: if only it agrees with you!” -Friedrich Neitzche, “Thus spoke Zarathustra”

Elizabeth

Your cries are for the piteous

Your sighs are for the greedy

Your worries are for the selfish

Yet you remain selfless

Elizabeth

With tears you break spirits

Yet light and peace are behind those eyes

Remind yourself this burden you carry is not yours

It is empathy’s war

Elizabeth

When the angel brought your soul

When the angel called your spirit

You tried

All in all

All and all

Ashes and Gems

Surviving your fall

Elizabeth

You bring forth Joy

You carry your light

You are beauty

Bring forth life

Elizabeth

Be well

Time will show her plan

Time will tell her secrets

She will beckon to you

Elizabeth

Start Quoting Yourself

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We need to share each other…we look for words of wisdom from the past…we look for words from the wise…look into yourself, start quoting yourself! Share them with me…

“Life and the power it holds for each and everyone of us. We as individuals are all apart of the same world. We as individuals are not as individual as we may seem. Asking questions that need to be asked but are far from being answered” -Enreal

“Know yourself and you will know that there are times that moving forward may not feel the way that you perceive that it should. The more aware you are, the more tuned in you are you will recognize what is normal discomfort and what are intuitive red flags that are there to warn you of a mis-step”- Mark Brown

“What matters is rarely matter.”-Rob Gruber

“Should you be brave enough, strong enough, wise enough to perceive it, there is a beauty and wonder in life beyond the barrier fashioned by the illusion. Embrace it. Revel in it. Liberate yourself though it. Become one with it. Stop judging me . . . stop judging them . . . stop judging you. Forgive everyone and everything. Then, give yourself permission to take my hand and make this passage with me.”- Miss Demure Restraint

A thought is a creation, a manifestation of emotions strong enough to surface, yet subtle enough to remain in thought…Long forgotten or briefly remembered…always there, for eternity” -Enreal

“The depth of steps we leave in life is defined by our love one to other” –Tomas

Tidal Wave

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You dreamt of this
A force unseen

You dreamt of this
An energy obscured

You dreamt of this
This place, this vision

Forgetting the fear
Retracing the purpose

Before you arrives
As if sent by meaning

This chaos
This confusion

Before you falls
A weight of life

A strength
An answer

Before you fades
As a veiled mirage

This peace
This victory

So then why
This fear
This angst

You conquer
You defeat

A minds tidal wave
Gracious potential

How tommorrow can come

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What to believe
Is all as it seems

Is Love for the soul
Is Pain for the mind

How tomorrow can come after today
How a day can last forever
Yet forever here is never

Completion left aside
Achievement passed on by

Tomorrow can come after a day
A day can last forever
Forever now is never

You lose a piece of your soul
Time will take its toll
You must wait
Time for destiny and your fate

For tomorrow will come
Today is not forever
Time will show
Our day is old

A year

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Where was I that day?
I drove my sister home from work…It was cold, I had worked all day.
As I pulled into the driveway I saw the lights…
“Should I come inside, you think Dad is awake?”
“He is probably asleep it is midnight”

He was awake, he was waiting for me, Sara had made potato pancakes, he wanted me to have some.
But I left, I didn’t want to go inside. I’ll see him next week, on Thursday, my day off. I did see him sooner than that. It was 4:00 in the morning…the phone rang. My sister on the line…

“Dad died” I died inside…I screamed so loud and sobbed so strong I let part of my soul leave my body…and it still has not returned. As I stood up I was lost…I was lost. As I drove the road carried me, yet I know not how I got there. As I pulled into the drive, a pain gripped me…If only I went inside four hours ago, I would have talked with him one last time. I would have kissed him goodnight, I would have said “I love you”. (As a child growing up he never said he loved me, only the past five years or so he said it although I know he felt it. ) As I walked through the door there were strangers in the house, some from the police department, the medical examiner, the funeral home…

I went into his bedroom, closed the door and sat with him. I looked at his face, was he smiling? Did he see his mother, whom he missed greatly? Did he see his father or brother whom he longed to see? I touched his hand…his cold hand…it was always cold. (the only part of him that was ever cold). I sat for a while. I talked to him, hoping he could hear, I wished and prayed to God for another word, a smile, a glance, anything…nothing came…

As they came and told me he had to go…I was numb…we all lose love, we all lose parents…we all experience grief and suffering…We just need to see what we have in front of us…We need to make time, I wish I had. You see, we are not guaranteed time, if anything we are guaranteed death, and there is no set time or place for it. So for all of you running around…take a minute to look at the ones you love and the ones who love you and make time…

Silviu George Klein…My father, my equal, my heart…
I never told him how much I admired him, how much I respected him, how much I loved him…
I have my beliefs in where he is, I have my convictions on Life.
I am strong in my beliefs…but there is still the one thing that is missing…his voice, his eyes, his laugh, his life…
I do miss him so much…all those things and more…