Posts Tagged ‘live’

Personal demons

Posted: January 12, 2013 in Uncategorized
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Maybe today…you can put the past away.

I have become more and more aware of my demons lately. My addictions and fears and faults. I have done everything I can think of to stop them. Give in, fight, ignore, talk…nothing works.

Today is different. I have never really listened to the words of “jumper” before but standing here at work, they sank in. I’m not alone in this. We all have demons we must face. Its part of life. We can’t ignore them or give in-we must face them. I must look addiction in the eye and say “YOU DON’T OWN ME!” I am in charge. No more giving into the flesh.

I’m through. I will not run anymore. As I write this I remember a line from ‘star trek: first contact’

“They invade our space and we fall back. They assimilate countless worlds and we fall back. The line must be drawn here! This far-no farther!”

I draw the line. Addiction has assimilated my world and I say no further! It ends now. I will be the bain to fears existance. Addiction will be hooked on the pain I bring it and fear will tremble with itself at the sight of my shadow.

Call me dramatic but the time for light words is over. I hearby declare war on everything negative and destructive.


I’m coming for you, boys. Better be ready cuz I’m packin heat. “I’ve got a weapon with two bullets that overcome all fear and crud. One bullet is called the word of my testemony…the other ones called the blood.”

Now…go live!


The living.

Posted: January 5, 2013 in Life
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Do you exist? Seems like a silly question, I know. Silly or not it, it provokes thought. Let me explain.

Some people exist. That’s all. The go about their bussiness and take up space. They can merely be defined as “existing”. On the flip side, some people live. They do things worth the blood in their veins. They show the world that they are alive.

You see, everyone has a voice. Some voices are like whispers and get lost in the wind. Never heard or cared about. They exist and that’s it. Then their are the voices that can’t help but be heard. I don’t even need to explain those voices because you knew what I meant as soon as I said it.

Everyone needs their voice to be heard. Somewhere is a young girl. She is in her mid teens. Just an average kid. She goes to school and gets teased. She writes in her diary and on her facebook about it. She would never dream of shooting anyone but she cuts. Her arms and legs and tries to dull the pain. Her voice is but a whisper and her silent cries get lost in the sea of humanity.

Dramatic, I know, but no less true. Those that choose to live must help those that merely exist how to live. As I sit here writing and drinking my coffee I can’t help but wonder…am I living? Or do I simply pound away at mere existance. I would like to think my voice is heard and in return I have heard a whisper that saved the life of the one who spoke it.

Now, go live.