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Last Words

The last word isn’t always the best.
Are you seeking answers or victories?
Sometimes desire & passion go off like fire & kerosene.
Some battles need not be won.
At the cost of causing irreconcilable pain, is “winning” really worth it?
Some shots aren’t worth taking.

Even if you didn’t cause the fallout, take some responsibility for your reactions.
Maybe this point doesn’t need to be proven.
People always need to touch a nerve.
Always got your finger on the pulse like the trigger of a gun.
A defense mechanism never gives way, so you cut through the lines of communication, deep like a surgeon.
Not saying it is for the other person, but there are some who just can’t let someone go.

It seems that little words have the same impact on us as the big ones.
Let it go.
Act on impulse & run with that without second thought.
Slow your roll.
Play the victim every time things don’t go your way.
Know your role.
Never do what you’re told without questioning it to death.
Let it out.
Ask the right questions baby.
I’m not asking you to change or give up, simply know when to stop.
Ride it out.

I’m just saying that there seems to be a trend.
Don’t get the wrong idea, try to think this through.
You can speak & still never be heard.
Baby, what are you saying?
Please try to listen, just hear me through.
When our hearts are unsure of their own worth, they sometimes lash out.
Pride is blind to how others feel until it’s all over.

The more I live, the less I see reasons to fight.
So much time is wasted & so many words are fired off like ammunition.
Baby put your weapon down.
This war has no victor, only regrets.
This plea comes from a place of love, not surrender.
Reckless behaviour doesn’t usually bring satisfaction or closure.
We bring it up just to put you down.
Simply because it’s so tempting, we can’t resist that overwhelming urge.
But baby I’m asking you to let it go.

Let it fall to the wayside, it’s not as important as the love between you & I.
Be patient & wait.
Just breathe & know that I’ll be there.

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World Prematurity Day

Before the Thanksgiving festivities start today, I wanted to bring some attention to this cause that I am supporting. I was born prematurely, but luckily I’ve grown up with little to no health problems, although I’ve known others that were not so lucky. For all of the Preemies that have been born, are being born right now and that will be born, let’s find a way to help give them a fighting chance.

I’ll follow-up on this event on November 17, 2011 with a blog about my own personal stories & an update as to how this event is shaping up. I have another cause/event that I am helping a friend/coworker with, I’ll bring you guys up to speed on that in another blog post.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Don’t Stand A Chance

I don’t have a choice.
I don’t stand a chance.
I will find your love and myself wrapped in your arms.
Without hesitance, without regret everything will be worth it.
Somehow I know I’m right even though everything tells me that I’m wrong.
For you this time is the only one worth remembering.
So we’ll take a page from our parents and pray that change will come through us.
Who knew that we could love so much after losing so much.
Thank God you didn’t put a lock on your heart.
Instead you kept me inside, but I’m not a prisoner, I stay by choice.
Be still I tell myself while I lie close to your heart.
You may not get it yet, but you know that you’re gonna get it good when you let me in.
Do you see the shape we take while we’re so close together?

You can’t make this up or push this away.
Despite our differences, I’m just like you.
Count the ways we’ve been there for each other.
Looking back we’ve never left each others side.
You’re not alone.
You know that I’ve got no place that I can go to get away from you.
Somebody gets me.
Somebody’s got me stopped in my tracks, bound by their beauty.
Even in the deep darkness of the night, it’s your memory that gets me through.
Whoever said that love was an option never met you.
I don’t have a choice.
I don’t stand a chance.
I know I’m in too deep.

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Let It Come

I don’t want to be influenced by the things of the past as I enter into this new age.
I won’t lie, I’ve been so used to taking what I’m given, that it seems appalling for me to ask for something more.
It’s not often that I ask for the impossible and make the stars collide.
The many directions in which the span of my attention has been split are slowly coming together, like a jigsaw puzzle that has consumed the space and time of my life.
I am alive, but am I living?
What have I done?
What if I wanted to fight right now, what would you do?

This mission, this cause, comes with a warning to the people.
Yesterday I was quiet as I found compensation in every disappointment.
Today my tongue has been loosened.
My spine aches as it prepares for all of the things that I will have to do.
Doing my duty without pain goes without saying.
As the good Doctor once said, “Our lives begin to end, the day that we become silent, about the things that matter.”
I will reintroduce who I am to you, because I am not the same as the person that you left in the yesteryear.

I thought that I had lost my faith, but found that I had taken up a new religion.
Practice hope and trust in yourself; that is the mantra echoing within my soul.
Hello heart, I’m ready to trust again.
I have way too many reasons to stand alone and not enough to share with you.
I gave a little to peak your interest, but not nearly enough to captivate you and keep you close.
So we cut ties, waved goodbye and wondered “what if?”, but no more of that I promise.
If I want, I will have.
I will have you when I want you, and every moment after that because my patience has run out.
Impulse fuels me and I will not fight it any longer, I cannot.
I can’t become what I need to be by remaining as I am, so let change come.
Let it come.
For me, for you, for all of us who see potential, and are not afraid of it.
Thank you Lady Fire for burning away at my flaws until I had nothing left to hide.
I am ready, put to rest what you’ve thought of me.

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