Invisible wounds with invisible scars, caged within invisible bars. Tangled emotions like a spiders web spun, with shards of fragmented memories from the time her life had begun.

Shell never amount to anything at all, a zero, a loosed, is what they would çall. She’s just like her mother they taunted and teased, her mind is shattered and broken, she’s sick and diseased.
She’s a waste of breath, and a waste of time, Oh my God you did what; well you’re not really mine!
Now that everyone’s gone, There’s no one left to tell, only my own inner demons left for me to dispell.
Invisible wounds with invisible scars, please help me escape these invisible bars!

There was a zen card I read one day that turned my whole life around,
It summed up my understanding to where success can really be found.

Success can never be measured by wealth, regardless the pot of gold. Briars and thorns always appear, no matter how life may unfold.

The lessons we learn from life, the values we form each day. These are the threads we weave through life, as we walk each step of the way…

For each life much like a flower, needs both sunshine and rain, our own growth always comes from, how we transform our own pain!

We must have paper eyes, we must have paper hearts, for we cannot see nor feel just what we’ve done to those around us that time may never heal.
Just look around, its everywhere, the pain is so unreal.

How can we look yet not see, the problem lies with you and me. Fix it, fix it voices scream, voices, voices who dare to dream…
Their echo’s suffocated in the night, answered harshly and loudly by violence screams, and explosions, bright

Are we all just walking around like robots not caring what we think say or do, we must dare to be the change we want to see, the choice comes down to you and me!

Memories are more precious than gold, the essence of who we are in life.

Guard them with all your life If you can, Without them we may never understand.

Memories are what defines you and me, today will always become history.

Words, Pictures, and Music all help us recall, the good and the sad times as we live through them all!

Hold tight to your faith, whatever you believe, and blessings in life you shall surely receive. When problems arise, try to see the lesson within,
Remember this too shall soon pass, and let the blessings begin.

When you feel forsaken, forgotten, release all your fears, look inward and upward as the miracles appear.
Little miracles happen with each new moment or day. Just watch the moon and the sunshine, be still and pray.
Sometimes they come to us in disguise, simple things like a bird softly singing, or the smile of a friend
There’s always a faint rainbow at each days beginning and end.

It never fails, we can see with our hearts if we try, little miracles are hidden in each sunset and sunrise.

Imagine an invisible war with Invisible scars,
From being locked inside an invisible prison with invisible bars.

As everyone’s thoughts come and go,
Invading your own mind and energy flow.

Never knowing to whom these thoughts belong
Knowing not which ones are right and which ones are wrong.

They say its an illness but I sure can’t tell,
Sometimes its a blessing while other times its hell

They call my memories delusions and say they’re not real,
But how can they understand, how I actually feel.

They call me disturbed, though actually I’m not,
I just feel sad and maybe a little distraught.

As my “fake” memories are all that I’ve got,
Without them there’s nothing, all else has been forgot,

Medicine, they say actually holds the key,
to making me as sane so I can function in this crazy
society.

There’s no one left of my old family and friends,
Though each new beginning inevitably comes from each difficult end.
Yet its hard to start over again and again.

All it really does is sedate my mind,dimming my thoughts and taming my brain,
So I can’t think too deeply or feel, too. Much pain. They think they are making me less insane.
A little too normal, and far too mundane.

Far from the world I used to know
with plants and animals and faeries as friends
They say there not real, that they’re fake and pretend.
Just because they cant be seen by most, don’t mean they’re
not real

Just like the angels, you have to believe with your mind
and let your heart
feel

Its society’s rejection that made me feel like a weirdo a freak, a
Zero or loser,
those whom are a little different,
Society has always been their primary abuser.

Its society’s attitudes that often creates crime, addiction
and suicide,
Because of being rejected for differences, sedated, and
cast aside.

Regardless if one wishes to hear or not to hear,
The Truth simply cannot be changed.
Truth must be accepted, its ones priorities that need to be
rearranged.

Animosity towards each other, stabs and wounds the heart and mind.
Killing a person internally
With no tranquility
to find.
Tis painstakingly true
From ones own self they can not hide
Whatever hand you are given, each play you must wisely
decide.

For much like an infinitely transforming masterpiece,
With many secrets to
conceal,
The Artist chooses carefully in time which ones to
Reveal.

Why must all creation die
oh, why must all creation go so far off into the sky.
They touch our hearts and lives so deep
They live on in our hearts through the memories we keep.

Like a transparent bird upon the wing
All must one day find a new song to sing.
all must leave everything they know behind.
Where a new adventure beyond what we know awaits us to
find.

All things eventually leave and
fly
into their destination somewhere far, Far away in the
sky.

Take the time while youre alive to do all that you can.

Take the time while theyre alive, that they may know and inderdtand.

It seems sometimes what mayters most is yhe simplest to do, for the things you think are most important may not show your heart is true.

For life is tender and oh so frail, like a beautiful budding flower, so try to live without regret for we never know how long we have, not the minute or the hour.

Live life to the fullest, and love unconditionally…for weather life be years, or a single day,walk through lifes journey as your heart guides your way.

So this is the good old USA, the land of plenty or so they say…

I’ve walked many miles in rugged shoes, have trodden where many have trod. I’ve eaten the way they have eaten, and have driven the path they have taken,

I have traveled the road they have died on ad have lived the way they have lived. Its where love turns to hate, faith turns to dust, and often times hope turns into distrust.

I have slept the way they have slept, without a pillow to rest my weary head, or even a couch to use for a bed…

I am here and I am there, just look around, I’m everywhere… I haven’t a job or a home, I’ve nothing in which to call my own, I’m not a criminal just because I roam,
I represent many who stand alone!

Have you ever heard a soul weep and cry once so shattered that it looses hope and dies?
Have you ever looked deep into the eyes of a homeless child,
And saw the bleakness as he forced a smile?
Yet you ignore me every day as you go on your merry lil way.
Sometimes you pretend I do not exist, as I cry out for help, you always resist.

Time has now come, I’ve foundation way, please listen closely to what I have to say…

Imagine living in your car, your hopes and dreams all seem so far, you own nothing
except a few clothes, no job, no family, or place to call home, imagine the pain
of being all alone.
As you bounce around from place to place, seeing rejection on every face. You know in your heart, this can’t go on, but you’re hope is fading and your strength is gone….
Then just when yore at. Rock bottom, living your worst fear,
From out of no where it seems, that (s)he appears…
A special angel is waiting to dry up your tears!

Spacial Angels appear from out of thin air, it seems they come to us in times of despair! They bring with them friendship and love to share as slowly they heal the pain that was there…
They are full of compassion and love to go around,
Stop treating our homeless and poor like criminals just because they have no home, were not the leaders of every great religion also choose to roam?

By helping as many as possible, in any way that we can, even if all you can do is talk to them, and letting them know you understand…
Imagine the miracles we could all work together!

Be a special Angel if you dare, there are so many who need to know
How much you care!