~My Beauty~

Don’t claim my beauty as yours~
I share true beauty in moments of Silence~
Windows left open~
Regard left unspoken~
The world at large suffocating~
And choking~
In those moments~
This is my personal fountain~
Calmly waiting without measure~
Don’t claim my beauty~
Disturbed by the static and the smell Of your burnt wires~
RSVP~
In the back corner reserved for one~
I Share my beauty in moments of Silence~
My beauty~
Ssshhh~

~What Defines You? Poetic Thoughts for the New Year~

What Defines Us?

I seem to leave little things at important places.

My things find their way back.

Yes I gave my things personality , Feeling, being therefore I use the word “their”

Why? I see those objects as remnants of me.

Our things ? Does certain objects you have define you?

Does your car define you?

Your home?

Your special collections of themes?

Your purse?

Wallet?

Cloths?

Music?

Others…. friends?

Or does God define you?

Your spirit, your cosmic master?

I would like to say that my God and spirituality define me.

Lately I’m stagnate, without inspiration, dry.

I began to think what defines me? In Defining me I realized things, little things and my mistakes, my own guilt, my lack of forgiveness for myself and others are defining me.

In this upcoming year I want to break free, I want to reach goals. However,

We are our worst critic. In your head both the judge and jury convict you daily, hourly.

The funny thing is we are forgiven. On the basic principle of grace, benevolence of God or what you believe to be God your positive love that resides in you since your birth. The light .

I find in observation that often We let others define us? Then we have our personal critic in our head condemning us on a second by minute basis. So does…..Our possessions do they define us?

Our past?

Why is the future so hard to see?

Goals hard to reach?

Even love, self love so hard to find? To define us.

……. leaves only an expression of the unique difference and evermore the commonality of what is you and what is me.

I find my words have weight after they’re read, planting seeds, leaving questions…..

Poetic thoughts

From my bipolar mind, my

PTSD summoned by panic attacks reaching depths of me I didn’t know existed.

Mercurial is a word to describe me in many ways.

Describe. Is describing also defining?

I think so, add that to the list.

A never ending list

That evolves

Changes each second

Each breath.

Leaving us a question that begs an answer as the New Year approaches. For me the New Year is also the day of my birth, as well as the day my Dad died. I find meaning , I find signs from that experience that defines me in many ways each year. The New Year… my birthday is bitter sweet, because it reminds me that my Dad is dead, gone, and he made his exit out of this existence on the very day that I began mine. The day that everyone makes New Year resolutions that will in many ways define you. I pray the upcoming New Year brings rebirth and prosperous healthy harmonious life to you, in doing I ask what defines you?