This is an inspirational blog that utilizes the medium of poetry and creative writing to tell stories.
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Speak life
Anger won't fix it
Pain will subside
But don't dwell in it
Be present in the joy of a new sunrise
Rejoice everyday that you're alive
Take to the highway
Watch the birds soar by
You are at the beginning
Of wonder and change
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The world is every turning. Society moves and sways with the tides and rises with the waves. But it never thinks of the soul. The things that fall outside of it's influence. The pressure that makes young hearts grow old. But those who know don't speak and those that don't know are quick to respond. Making up policies that fail to help the community. Ignoring the necessities of those who are in pain. Calling the wise crazy and driving those who follow along insane. All the while, the world is steady turning on an axis fit to bend. Those who can't make it work break. While those who find a way are able to survive. Sometimes it takes knowledge to keep your faith alive. Knowing that the power doesn't come from the world. It comes from the Spirit within. Because the battle isn't won until the outcome is revealed at the end. So keep pressing on. Only the foolish relay on the strength of those who appear strong. That's why I'm never afraid to walk alone.
Love always, Esha
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Writing is a nasty business. One minute you're speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters pulsating through easy fingertips slips away.
We sit with open palms writing for the pleasure of the moment. Praying for the eyes of excited readers to scan the lines of tactful words. We are not titans. We are bearers of empty yet hopeful words, subjects added to verbs. Creating sentences you never thought of but every portion read touched a sensitive nerve.
We fly like oceans swiping over wet dreams. We move like clouds rolling too high. Fighting for an opening to a sentence. Working towards a period that never dies. People have limited lives but the feelings they provoke live on.
Count me among the nameless writers who gave up but kept on going. Never knowing if anyone would read. Because they couldn’t change the world. And the successful are defined by monetary greed But the starving artist is defined by need.
Love always, Esha
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Spicy words taste like Tabasco dreams
Speak jalapeno to me
Like cayenne peppers blowing back sweltering heat
Speak sriracha to me
Like hot sauce mixed with red chili’s and vinegar
Desiring a feeling of numb lips
Brought on by scorching truth
You can never be hotter than the searing sun
It shines for the world but bows to the Son
Yet I look toward the zesty flavor
Which burns with the fiery and passion of words spoken
With a hint of sizzling mustard sauce
It can not be cooled down by milk
It’s fire is tangy
Ignited by the truth of the Holy Ghost
Clearing the pathway to closed doors
Giving light to dark spaces
Changing the temperature and atmosphere
That’s why I like heat
Speak sriracha to me
Love always, Esha
