Stepping On Hearts

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It was never that my old ways

Of spontaneous deception weren’t serving me

Materially

They could get me whatever I wanted

But sooner or later, the rip tide comes

Thrusts you onto the ground, face full of sand

The sobs seemed unending

Grief

The force of it all nearly killed me

These poor souls, and who was I to parade

Around, stepping on hearts, carelessly?

I started to want different things

Things I was so unfamiliar with

I almost gave up, gave in to the madness

Almost handed my soul to the devil

Because I thought he deserved it

And I deserved him

But then, I stood up

Sometimes with such vague conviction

That this time, from here on out

I would never let another difficulty

Stop me

I would help

Those who need me

This Day and Age

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This day and age, is it something you have faith in?
Our human typical, a far cry from our human ideal.
There are the masses, struggling day in, day out, reaching goals or just getting by, usually on the couch to watch the Kardashians, just in time for Reality (not t.v.) to get their attention. Few! Another night stalled.
And there are the ones who even think they are beyond that, but without any plan to heal reality, they become bitter and cynical, picking fun and making jokes about their own fellow man.

Then, there are the distressed and damaged.  The ones who have been to the depths of darkness. Who maybe have witnessed the inherent power in the universe, in man, but only in the negative realm of things. That weight hangs heavy on their lives.

But there are also the brave. The ones who resolve to see the truth of reality, the ones who stay wide awake, who do not succumb to the deceit of darkness. Who, go forth in courage, even when it isn’t convenient, when it isn’t comfortable at first. Who, regardless of the circumstances they see, they will carry justice everywhere they go. They will carry love, and not labels, they will carry only truth, with no exception.
They are the ones who are not beyond the materiality of this world, but beyond themselves lest they not consume in excess and blindness. Instead, they reveal, in simple kindness, the treasures of this world, thus solving our Reality. Leading the way, with light, healing this broken earth from the ways of our heightened production and careless, disposable lifestyles. This is real.  The power these brave souls have, if they shall come forward at each second, will replenish the earth, will save us all.
This day and age, will you be brave, wide awake? Will you strive only for truth and love? Or is Kim’s booty just too interesting?
This choice is yours, but it is the price we all pay here on earth.