Mind over matter
Reach out and up. Grasp at the midnight oil. Stand still while the glory of shivers decorate a pale form.
Mounting high scholars the raid inside the mind is granted. The tickle of time presses open the invitation to carry forward and sort of confusion.
Yet it is the forms of frustration that have the pulsing sting in bones alike. The callous laughter that erupts from the cold morning air.
Not sinister but that of perception. The outlook on life is damaging. Yet no one would understand the cracks in the picture unless they too have been there.
Perhaps the sarcastic role of a person can be defining the hidden ache of the soul. Surprisingly it is the tingling of fire in joints that strike this mind.
And as much as the voice wants to scream out, no justice is there. The radio call in isn't necessary because mind over matter chills the fires.
The sleep seated up is where the night faded into a dark black morning. The eyes jerked awake to recognize how quickly the lights can be finish ed. Television loud and crackling to a sea view on PBS.
The sway of the ocean deep pulled straight from my clinging position of warmth.
The alarm within my mind halted all flashes and woke me. I gave my startled breath a note of calm as I spoke to Jehovah for the allowance of another day to learn.
And where the soul breaks free of warmth driving myself down the bright hallway, I turn around and diminish every light save my closet. For light in a darkened room helps the imagination spread only in dreams.
A sigh how the morning began. Unlike most I became so alert so fast as though something placed shock throughout soul, spirit, heart and mind. The immediate need to sit up.
Yet as I lay in my bed, now, sleepy eyes and raging mind I overlook the stings of lightning. I find the chills bringing grouped herds drawn doen my limbs. The waves so sheer in their glide that it goes from head to toe in rapid succession.
And even though the mind dissects the chills and the turbulent stinging I still can feel both throughout my limbs. The joints, the muscles and bones jump in their collision.
And more and more the morning is descending. The day will begin soon for many but my only hope is to fall back to sleep.
Alas I smile with groggy eyes. The phases of relaxation shut my mind down fast. The words that demanded are no longer thrash my brain. And slumber is happening.
Stings continue but once again mind over matter and sleep overcomes. Listen. Here the snore vibrating the cool morning air? That is me.
Plan a day of laughter. Do your challenge a but recall friendships in goodness and all of its damaging times too. Yet look past it and see the person, the people. Imperfect but loving in their own way.
Perhaps they pray for you.
Silence is nice.
Indeed. Good day. Speak up to those who hold you dear. Far and wide. You be surprised in the hope they have for you. Including me.
Mounting high scholars the raid inside the mind is granted. The tickle of time presses open the invitation to carry forward and sort of confusion.
Yet it is the forms of frustration that have the pulsing sting in bones alike. The callous laughter that erupts from the cold morning air.
Not sinister but that of perception. The outlook on life is damaging. Yet no one would understand the cracks in the picture unless they too have been there.
Perhaps the sarcastic role of a person can be defining the hidden ache of the soul. Surprisingly it is the tingling of fire in joints that strike this mind.
And as much as the voice wants to scream out, no justice is there. The radio call in isn't necessary because mind over matter chills the fires.
The sleep seated up is where the night faded into a dark black morning. The eyes jerked awake to recognize how quickly the lights can be finish ed. Television loud and crackling to a sea view on PBS.
The sway of the ocean deep pulled straight from my clinging position of warmth.
The alarm within my mind halted all flashes and woke me. I gave my startled breath a note of calm as I spoke to Jehovah for the allowance of another day to learn.
And where the soul breaks free of warmth driving myself down the bright hallway, I turn around and diminish every light save my closet. For light in a darkened room helps the imagination spread only in dreams.
A sigh how the morning began. Unlike most I became so alert so fast as though something placed shock throughout soul, spirit, heart and mind. The immediate need to sit up.
Yet as I lay in my bed, now, sleepy eyes and raging mind I overlook the stings of lightning. I find the chills bringing grouped herds drawn doen my limbs. The waves so sheer in their glide that it goes from head to toe in rapid succession.
And even though the mind dissects the chills and the turbulent stinging I still can feel both throughout my limbs. The joints, the muscles and bones jump in their collision.
And more and more the morning is descending. The day will begin soon for many but my only hope is to fall back to sleep.
Alas I smile with groggy eyes. The phases of relaxation shut my mind down fast. The words that demanded are no longer thrash my brain. And slumber is happening.
Stings continue but once again mind over matter and sleep overcomes. Listen. Here the snore vibrating the cool morning air? That is me.
Plan a day of laughter. Do your challenge a but recall friendships in goodness and all of its damaging times too. Yet look past it and see the person, the people. Imperfect but loving in their own way.
Perhaps they pray for you.
Silence is nice.
Indeed. Good day. Speak up to those who hold you dear. Far and wide. You be surprised in the hope they have for you. Including me.
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