The Ego of Perfection Destroys
The Beauty of Imperfection and
Strangles the Creativity of the Soul
THE COMPETITION
Giving justice to the evil that destroys is among us.
So for now shadows in the dark ease my pain.
What is water under the bridge than just old relationships gone bad.
Let me drown alone than to ask for their forgiveness, for who understand
a fool but a fool and those without skeletons are a bore!
Rise and write, speak from the heart, use the darkness when the
light begins to fade and the loneliness searches for a place on the
page, and as tears from lost memories become the story, the heart
will heal!
A song whispers thru the trees
Voices brush against the leaves
Then fade into the Heavens
Awakening and comforting
Lost souls who dance to
Natures ever changing
Restlessness
Out of the darkness into the light of birth, fear of the unknown
evil awaits.
THE EGO OF PERFECTION DESTROYS THE BEAUTY OF
IMPERFECTION AND STRANGLES THE CREATIVITY OF
SOUL
