old Grump
02-27-2011, 03:31 AM
Words (http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/words.htm) : Kissing Butt is Bad For Your Breath
Tue, Feb 17,09
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/snw_beach_goddess.jpg Can't you smell it? The acrid stench of self-deceit? More bothersome than stinky feet. Worse than lying to anyone else ... is telling a lie to yourself! And, pretending that you are going to somehow get away with it. Yet, we always pay the dearest price ...
Wishing, hoping, praying, to conform. So what is this is the latest norm. What for? So you can fit in? Be left alone to die amongst the barely living? Feel better in a crowded heap of unhappiness? I should hope not. After all, can your one and only soul be bought?
What to do when you can't sleep for the anxiety that eats away at your most innermost being? Eroding your self-esteem. Causing you to pull your hair out when you think no one else is watching. Or, doing the insane same. Quite the excuse. Pretty lame and by far, mundane.
You can only fall downward for so long ... Until a cross-wind catches you and saves your burning butt. By the almighty grace of Goddess, you are saved to spill your guts and share the truth. In a way that works for all ... So what if there's a lot of pain. Growth is ultimately about gain.
Brush off the dirty ashes from your bruised knees. Allow forgiving sister sun to kiss the lonely pallor of your pale-skinned face. False perceptions of yesterday to erase. A new tomorrow to bravely face. Looks who's now watching you in the mirror. Magical to behold. Seeing a miracle unfold ...
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/article294.htm
Things my mama never told me. But then I never looked like that.
Tue, Feb 17,09
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/snw_beach_goddess.jpg Can't you smell it? The acrid stench of self-deceit? More bothersome than stinky feet. Worse than lying to anyone else ... is telling a lie to yourself! And, pretending that you are going to somehow get away with it. Yet, we always pay the dearest price ...
Wishing, hoping, praying, to conform. So what is this is the latest norm. What for? So you can fit in? Be left alone to die amongst the barely living? Feel better in a crowded heap of unhappiness? I should hope not. After all, can your one and only soul be bought?
What to do when you can't sleep for the anxiety that eats away at your most innermost being? Eroding your self-esteem. Causing you to pull your hair out when you think no one else is watching. Or, doing the insane same. Quite the excuse. Pretty lame and by far, mundane.
You can only fall downward for so long ... Until a cross-wind catches you and saves your burning butt. By the almighty grace of Goddess, you are saved to spill your guts and share the truth. In a way that works for all ... So what if there's a lot of pain. Growth is ultimately about gain.
Brush off the dirty ashes from your bruised knees. Allow forgiving sister sun to kiss the lonely pallor of your pale-skinned face. False perceptions of yesterday to erase. A new tomorrow to bravely face. Looks who's now watching you in the mirror. Magical to behold. Seeing a miracle unfold ...
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/article294.htm
Things my mama never told me. But then I never looked like that.