Absolution From a Broken Spirit

On February 4, 2012 By dancingpalmtreesIn Bridge, cacophony, despair, Dissonance, Dreams, Fears, Insomnia, Jesus, Loss, Love, Sacred, Scars, sorrow, soul, Stigmata, Suffering

Love is building the bridge between others in our lives. Putting our
arms around a loved ones broken dreams, broken spirits and telling them
it’s okay to be afraid. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to embrace
the pain both physical and emotional. I’m cut. I’m weak. I’m bleeding
but I’m still me.

See my scars of battle? Will you rub salt in my
wounds or will you apply the balm of Gilead all the while being
nonjudgmental and carry me to the house of the good Samaritan.

Love me in my disconnect, guilt and shame. Love me in my bi-polar faith. Love me
in all my imperfections.

All I ask is compassion in my moments of fragility and to be allowed
to cry. I love you still the same. God still loves you. God does not
require to name & claim, proclaim and affirm, blab it and grab it,
scream or yell, or beat down Heaven’s door, he only requires that you
go through while he is holding your hand.

He will hold your hand through the tempest, the fire, from this broken
shattered life into the next world. My child find rest from this veil
of tears. Well Done thou good and faithful servant.

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Inscriptional Musings on the Mark of Rejection

On October 1, 2011October 1, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn Angel, Battle, Dreams, Fantasy, Fears, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Gifted & Black, Goddess, Inscriptions, Intellectualism, Nirvana, Rejection, Sacred, Scars, soul, Spirit, Spirituality, Stigmata, Surrealism, Tattoos, Trail of Tears, Understanding, War, Wisdom1 Comment

Inscriptional Musings on the mark of Rejection

I wish I was a combination of Cat Woman, Bat girl, & Storm, (but not Wonder Woman, she’s too wholesome, but I do need her Cloak of Invisibility) so I could fend off the slings & arrows of outrageous fortune. So I would not have to step into the House of Pain without my armor.

To defend myself against the ‘haters’ my so-called friends and peers?

Slowly day by day I realize that I am not only one of the Called but She who was Chosen.

I’m a Misfit and OutCast, one who is always ostracized because I don’t fit in… Forever the outsider, eccentric, oddball, nonconformist, rebel….

Some say I have a gift not knowing the gift comes with a steep price. Every day I pay to receive daily anointing for my calling stigmata burned more deeply into my flesh.

Sometimes to relieve the pain I wish that I could step out of this body and back into the Universe from whence I came.

Often I’ve wondered if the rejection will ever end and just when I think my footing is solid the rug is pulled out from under me, ground shakes, breaks in two and swallows me up to endure a new round of punishment for actions inherent, a lifestyle gifted to me from Powers Above.

My only acceptance comes from the Beloved and I eagerly await His return. Once more He shall revisit my tortured soul to carry me back to the gates of Paradise forever to be united with Angels and Ancestors transitioned to Glory.

Christina Aguillera – Beautiful

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Broken Angel

On August 19, 2011August 19, 2011 By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, Angel, Battle, Sacred, Scars, soul, War

Broken Angel

What you see before you is a Broken Angel with battered wings, tattered robe, scarred and bruised from numerous battles. Rum & coke in one hand and a blunt in the other. Nevertheless spirit reigns still defiant in a worn out body with its best days long past. Sorrow in my troubles yet ready to take up the sword to defend fellow wounded soldiers in this war called life. My Armor: only the righteous indignation I feel in my soul. By saving you, I save me. I live so that you live. We bear one another’s burdens and carry our souls over hot coals, through walls of flames. A little singed but not consumed. We arise, shake off the ashes to fight again the battles of another day.

I’m a Fallen Angel with a Beautiful Twisted Soul.

Rick Ross – Everyday I’m Hustlin

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Insomnia

On May 10, 2010 By dancingpalmtreesIn Delusions, Dreams, Fears, Hallucinations, horror, Instability, Nightmares, Surrealism

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
Bram Stoker

Insomnia

Insomnia: the passage to uncharted realms between wakefulness and sleeplessness

Insomnia is God’s younger brother satan sent to torment me.

God’s way to torture sinners and test saints.

Koyaanisqatsi (Hopi) – crazy life, life in turmoil, out of balance, out of sync

I feel disconnected. My life is one where toys do things that toys should not do.

The bane of a troubled mind.

A form of earthly eternal damnation.

Insomnia opens the door to insanity

I’m one of the chosen.

Tonight when Morpheus and Hypnus spread the poppies of

Stardust upon you, the Fallen Angels will render unto me phobias and

Phantasmagoria. I see doors where there were previously no doors. Doors that open to the netherworld of demons with outstretched claws ready to drag you into the abyss.

An uneasy mind dangling off a precipice ready to let go.

Disturbed, deranged, distortions, disorientation becomes a part of everyday’s reality. Am I living the hallucination or is the hallucination really me?

Life begins to implode.