Self Empowerment or Something

I will no longer bow to the cynic, the critic, and sit paralytic, while lines that I’ve drawn are pushed past their limits.

Sit with it.

Forgive it.

Don’t ever permit it.

The worst kind of lie is the one to yourself, it’s half wits that hide them but they all have a tell. They’ll laugh at you trying but their fear has a smell.

Oh well

I’ll keep on working my spells

I’ve got plenty more demons

to send back to hell

Tickets are cheap you can have one yourself!

I’ll embrace this confusion and presume the intrusion is more of a mind, body, spirit collusion where someone is late on a date with delusion.

My mind ordered steak, but my body wants fusion.

My spirit zoned out and got lost in the music.

Liberate fear from a heart that is breaking, and shaking its spear with the arm of the ancients, at something unclear in your present arrangement.

It’s awfully near but you can’t seem to face it.

Stop faking

If we get enough tears they might put a lake in.

Relax, it’s fine, there’s no tax on a spine try standing up straighter and you might even find, that your body hurts a bit less if you’re kind.

I’m sorry.

I can’t do a thing for your mind.

You could read a book,

but who has the time?

I’m not expecting to solve all my problems but rather embrace that I’ve got them. Maybe they’re strengths and I’ve simply forgotten?

Getting stuck in the door as it’s slowly revolving.

Sea monkeys love soup, as I chew I’m evolving…