the burrowing one

from my poetry blog...

"The Burrowing One"
being afraid is a default response

i wish someone would say

dont worry about

the things that have happened

to bring you this way

to a spot where youre frozen

and youre scared but you stay

locked in this time

but it passes like flight

that darts in and out of your vision

at night

when youre ready youll leave

is what you always do say

when youre ready youll hit it

like it was always this way

but another day here

and another day passed

and when you think back

....what memories?

the ones that didnt last

there was nothing to be made

and no pride to show now

go bury your head in the sand

in the clouds

beauty beyond limits

from my poetry blog... "Beauty Beyond Limits" a glance above into the trees and the sky on a clear day, the colors bring beauty and bright a dark night with stars glowing peppered throughout and the corners and caverns of beauty blacked out a sea swell of thunder and lightning strength sprays bears a beautiful power and calm in the waves for the very chance one could soak it all in this beauty abounds and unfolds deep within reflect on this treasure of beauty and measure the worth of this world we're blessed to live in

when you know you have passion

I'm feeling intense....fired up. The harder and smarter I work the better the quality of results I am seeing and feeling. I went through some of my transformation features and am still amazed at how applicable my feelings are today. Who knew that IIIII (ME who has a hard time finishing most things I start) would stick with fitness and continue to aim to become the BEST me I can be....before this lifetime goes dark. http://www.muscleandstrength.com/articles/shani-mojica-body-transformation.html

right where you are and always have been and will forever be

this, my darkened path i stroll looking down into the brush, with its edges that feather dust my ankles searching with strain until i flicker a glance at a glimmering edge of the path and know it's really there i cant be concerned with what's ahead it only scares the shit out of me it's like i may negate for myself, a place to step if i dont look down and my feet and soul may fall deep into the river some river i dont know any river a lake an ocean i dont know an abyss or an abysmal fate that will come as quickly as my panic to correct my unfortunate misstep but if i mis-stepped, i'd live with this misstep my sickness and pleas to reverse it would be in vain i'd plunge into something that doesnt smell look taste feel like anything ive ever smelled, seen, tasted and touched before it scares the shit out of me im head rushed into thinking about all the "what-ifs" rising and falling in me, my guts raining like glitter into cob web...

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