Found this gem...
I had been a big fan of all the covers that Johnny Cash had done of some of my favorite songs so I was thrilled when this cover passed my feed.
God’s Gonna Cut You Down
a cover by Marilyn Manson
Had she known
If she knew
That would be
The last kiss
The last touch
She would have
Made it last
Lingered
Tasted more
Felt more
Moved more
Gave more
Took more
Said more
Made it all
Count
Somehow
Drove it home
Home.
That space
She saw
In him
The comfort
The warmth
Something
To make her
Stop
Breathing
With every look
Kiss
Touch
Had she known
There was magic
In that wind
It moved the glitter
And the dust
From her hair
And her eyes
It moved the glow
Of the Moon
Across the field
Through the fire
His fire
That touched
Her limbs
Her heart
Twisted away
In a breeze
Leaving
A phantom
burning
Just enough
To linger
To ache
To want
She held
Her breath
Caught the air
His scent
His voice
Echoes
In the night
Through a room
Full of stones
And nothing
She said,
“Build me a house;
I’ll make it a home.”
A house with your heart
Windows to see
Inside and out
A fire
Always burning
An open door
Welcoming
Warmth
From the earth
The walls will breathe
The ceiling will sing
The floor will move
With tears
With laughter
With joy
And pain
A beautiful picture
Broken in places
Carefully mended
With tape
And love
And longing
A slow dance
Through the hall
To the bedrooms
Comfort
And lullabies
The touch of each other
A hand on hand
And legs wound
Together
The stairs
Each step
Designed
For sliding
As well as
Ascending
Toward the attic
A complicated room
Old toys and sad sweaters
And skeletons
Rattling
Like morbid chimes
Summoning the most macabre
Faeries
A light bulb that flickers
Every attic should have
A window seat
With a worn red
Velvet cushion
To sit and ponder
This house
This home
Your heart
by Sean Paul
Makin me wanna dance...
He sleeps like the letter ‘X’
Across the bed
She fits in
Between arm and leg
One kiss
That’s all it takes
But she gives more
He takes more
Greedy
Eager
The smile melts
As it burns
The letter ‘X’
An easy mark
A target
A cross
Restraints
Restrained
One more
Well placed kiss
One more night
And another
He smiles
She sighs
As he sleeps
Like the letter ‘X’
They sneak up on you. Catch you off guard. They may be small, but often times it takes something so tiny to find the cracks in the walls to one’s heart.
by Genitorturers
Have you ever read something in a work of fiction that was so profound, that you completely embraced it and used it as a guide in life?
A series of books was introduced to me. The Sword of Truth by Terri Goodkind. The first of the series: Wizard’s First Rule. This book was loaned to me by one of my first husband’s subordinates. He was an NCO in the Army and this younger fellow was constantly hanging out at our place. Very bright and intense, I always enjoyed talking to him so it wasn’t a shock to assume I’d like a book he’d suggest. He called it “brain candy”.
So what exactly IS the wizard’s first rule?
People are stupid. (I’m not saying that people are stupid... I’m saying that is what it says in the book! Don’t come at me with your torches and pitchforks)
Zed, the First Wizard, explains further. People will believe things for two reasons: because they want it to be true, or they are afraid it is true.
Here is the root of manipulation. Learning this rule changed my perspective on things. I watch from the sidelines as people are drawn in to “mass hysteria” and mob mentality. I have had that second part of the rule used against me in my first marriage.
Sticking to the facts... what is known... that is how I’ve overcome a lot of fear and anxiety in my life. When I am told that I am a bad mother, I challenge that information. Every new mom worries about being a good mother. I was no exception. That was the one thing that held weight in my life; my ability to be a good parent.
Now I think I struggle a lot with the first part. There are so many things that I want to believe. I trust easily. I see the struggle of humanity and give people the benefit of the doubt.
As it turns out... my greatest desires are also my deepest fears. What if everything that I believe to be true about people... turns out to be false? I don’t often allow that train of thought to take me ... but every so often I get a small wave of paranoia driven panic. I cling to the belief that people... in the most basic natural sense... are NOT malicious.
I have to believe that. I have to recognize the love. It is what endures and sustains everything.
Szer'as so'as bas'sekir.