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higher power,

make me a channel of thy peace.

that where there is hatred, i may bring love.

that where there is wrong, i may bring the spirit of forgiveness.

that where there is discord, i may bring harmony.

that where there is error, i may bring truth.

that where there is doubt, i may bring faith.

that where there is despair, i may bring hope.

that where there are shadows, i may bring light

that where there is sadness, i may bring joy.

higher power, grant that i seek to comfort than to be comforted, to understand than to be understood, to love than to be loved.

for it is by self forgetting that one finds, it is by forgiving that one is forgiven, and it is by dying that one awakens to eternal life.

create

to create is more than freeing

it is being

into the abyss of unconsciousness

never fully aware what will surface

transpire

touch

wonder

stay open to infinite possibility

this. fucking. country.

black. lives. matter.

human. rights. matter.

what i want to say, but won't

i want to tell you i love you

i want to tell you this too shall pass

i want to tell you i'm safe, you can open your heart to me

i want to tell you to please let me in

i want to tell you i will show up for you

i want to tell you giving you space is hard

i want to tell you what it brings up for me

i want to tell you of my growth, of my detaching

i want to tell you i appreciate you

i want to tell you that your pain is not forever

i want to tell you you are not alone in this life

i want to tell you it hurts when you pull away

i want to tell you that your methods are old beliefs

i want to tell you that they no longer serve you

i want to tell you it's time to try something new and scary

i want to tell you your fears won't come true

i want to tell you all these things but i won't

i want to tell you

but you said you can't be present for anyone in your life right now

so i will practice patience

detachment

loving and radical acceptance

i know it to be the key to ending all suffering

still I rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

-Maya Angelou 

bathtub

Take my word for it
I'm not worth itI ignored you all nightYou don't deserve itMorning, bathtubMy skin soft and hotI was sure you were rightBut you're notYou're notAnd I contemplate my ruined fateSomeone will hurt me so bad one dayYou'll resonateApologizeMaybe I'll make the same mistake twice

And I hide from phone calls under the warm waterAnd Malice desistsNo, it woefully recursAnd it plays like daytime TV showsI confuse youAnd I tell you not to love meBut I still kiss you when I want to
And I lament
You're innocent
Somehow the object of my discontent
It's fucked up
I let you in
Even though I've seen what can happen

- waxahatchee

holy shit

Ancient holy wars
Dead religions, holocausts
New regimes, old ideas
That's now myth, that's now real

Original sin, genetic fate
Revolutions, spinning plates
It's important to stay informed
The commentary to comment on

Oh, and no one ever really knows you, and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this black hole in me?

Age-old gender roles
Infotainment, capital
Golden bows and mercury
Bohemian nightmare, dust bowl chic

This documentary's lost on me
Satirical news, free energy
Mobile lifestyle, loveless sex
Independence, happiness

Oh, and no one ever knows the real you, and life is brief
So I've heard, but what's that gotta do with this atom bomb in me?

Coliseum families
The golden era of TV
Eunuch sluts, consumer slaves
A rose by any other name

Carbon footprint, incest streams
Fuck the mother in the green
Planet cancer, sweet revenge
Isolation, online friends

Oh, and love is just an institution based on human frailty
What's your paradise gotta do with Adam and Eve?

Maybe love is just an economy based on resource scarcity
But what I fail to see is what that's gotta do with you and me

- father john misty