Almost

via Daily Prompt: Almost

The hHappy New Yearolidays are almost over.  My apartment looked empty without the Christmas tree and poinsettias.   In their place I’ve made some New Year center pieces.  Filling this void and keeping the holiday setting.  This has started manifesting the reality of the coming new year.  The effect is remarkable.  It’s almost here, and I am almost mentally and emotionally ready to greet it.  Happy New Year – 2018!

Confess

Confess

SoCaught 1me people confess, and some people will throw murder at your soul.  It is one of the most shocking experiences I have had.  Confessing is what keeps us whole, and keeps the whole in balance.  I find the relentless use this upset and forgiveness.  All in the name of God.  A lot of them never do confess.  It’s taken to their grave by choice.

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Cherish

Cherish

     Red_Christmas_Candles_with_Poinsettia          I savour more than cherish.  Savour it's memory, and all of
 its qualities that have made it so dear to me.  Cherish is
 more like idolizing to me.  When I seen today's prompt it 
 really didn't spin my wheels much.  So, this is my cruise 
 through it.  
 Savouring our moments of the holiday.  My cat, Albert and 
 I, have had a spirited morning.  Listening to
 Christmas music and well wishing.  
               Merry 2017 Christmas Everyone!

Mild

Mild

EnjoyingThe grinch my Christmas tree and thinking about life in the future.  Free of all the violence, free to be me.  It brings the thoughts of mild, thoughts of kindness, and thoughts of a society that functions as civil beings .  It’s all very pleasing and it produces an aura .  An aura that is tempting to not come back from.  Or, would I be trapped into another dimension?

Communal

Communal

Shaetherealred by all members of a community.  The ethereal place where the occult are communal, altering their appearance, their demeanour, and deluding the public.  Charles Manson was just a segment of this sub-conscious savagery.  This is the Omega bucks generator.  Selling their souls and subjugating their kids.  That vicious cycle of Satanic Ritual Abuse that has plagued humanity.  Bible say’s their life is revoked.  Sitting at the bottom with a panoramic view, I’d have to say some have earned it.

Torn

TornBy the shredder:  a hardened porn pushing criminal.  He stands holding my daughter calling his sadism collateral.  My patience and tolerance are balanced, teetering on the edge of insanity.  Craving silence, and denied a break.  He’s intentionally shredded my soul into a million pieces.  Torn, it’s bound to break…

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Miraculous

Miraculous

FeRed_Christmas_Candles_with_Poinsettiaeling hopeless, I am stuck for words.  Just being failed by the Landlord Tenant Tribunal:  having to wrongfully uproot and pay a substantial amount more for rent, is there really a God and miracles?  With it being the holiday season, the blues are what a lot of us go through at this time anyway.  This year is a double whammy.  Also, it’s the second Christmas in a row without seeing my daughter.  My cat and I have been vigilantly burning down candles praying for the end.  No, not suicide.  One of these miraculous miracles that will leave us with the peace that each living thing deserves.   It’s all just a matter of time…

Ascend

Acsend

When I look at the Christmas scene of The Birth of Christ, I can see some of my own life.  Born into an existence without given dignity.  A barn, we comment to those who are being rude.   There is the dark forces stopping the ascend out of the mire and into peace.  Something I’ve become aware of:  the past is always present…

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Defeat

can of wormsFeeling the defeat of not being able to do my blogging.  Disability leaves me with other priorities.  Afterwards, I have to rest.  I’m really missing the loss of action.   Be back soon.