Piece by Piece

Posted on April 22, 2017 by Mark

Piece by piece, day by day,
little by little and moment by moment
over the years until… there is nothing left.
That is how the soul dies.

They will tell you what to do, who to be and what to say.

So, who are they? And why do we listen to them anyway?

We feel it isn’t right, but allow ourselves to stray from our truth losing our authenticity. We go through life in a daze hiding our strength, never letting them see us cry and then, there is simply this.

“Jesus wept.”

Is this a weakness, a failing, a lack of … something?

In our empathy we truly love and care for another with no ulterior motives. Only when we acknowledge our own fears and failures can we even begin to offer some of the better parts of ourselves. You have exactly what you need and someone needs what you have to give.

Acknowledge your fears, feel the sadness, celebrate the joys, love others relentlessly, believe in hope, grab hold of life and never let go!

Discarded Myths – What is truth?

Posted on November 5, 2016 by Mark

What is truth?

Can you answer that question for yourself, or if asked by others?

I so often struggle with the question, for what is truth? Is it based on our feelings, our emotions, our circumstances? The things we can see with our eyes, hear with our ears or smell with our nose? Something we can hold, something we can own?

Or is truth something more?

To paraphrase the Grinch, “… maybe it doesn’t come from a store. Maybe… perhaps… it means a little bit more!”

I believe there is a reality beyond what we can always see. It lies at the intersection of the physical and spiritual worlds, and then sometimes, when the veil is thin we are allowed a glimpse. A glimpse into the truth of reality. For now we must rest in the assurance of myths that hold an element of the truth and the narrow path upon which it lies.

For truth is still truth: whether I, you, we or anyone else chooses to believe it or not.

For now we must listen to the voices of myth. Those myths of a God, a power greater than ourselves, that is what I believe in. Legends of a God who became man and walked among us with only love. He weeps for the lost and the evil in the world but the tales hold the truth in the words they speak. May we each be strong, help one another and stay on the path to the truth, for he and a greater future awaits us, if we dare.

The Secret of Strength

Posted on February 24, 2016 by Mark

Jesus wept.

~John 11:35

He suffered scorn, he was ridiculed and mocked, bruised and beaten. He did not speak against those who mercilessly crucified him and he willingly gave his own life. He was strong, in ways that the world did not and does not understand to this day.

He stood strong against all that was evil and wrong in the world with an unfathomable compassion and love.

He refused to compromise the truth, and yet, when those he loved died he wept. He felt and expressed emotions deeply and lived his life on earth fully as a model for us to follow. If it was good enough for him, it is good enough for me and I refuse to believe or live the enemy’s lie.

What about you, who and what will you believe?

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople #YouMatter

The Imposter

Posted on January 31, 2015 by Mark

I stare into the mirror and
what do I see looking back at me?
There living inside I see the mysterious eyes,
of the imposter who is me.

The eternal fight rages on,
to be who I was created to be.
The striking war in my brain to just believe.
Could I be more than what I or you see?

I hide and others only see my smiles
and hear the petty laughter.
So all must be well they believe,
not seeing my heart in tatters.

He takes my truth and steals my reality.
He squeezes my heart in hands of cruelty.
He laughs in my face and enjoys my misery.
He tells me lies that cheat my destiny.

I am an unknown imposter
and no one knows.
I am singularly who you want me to be,
and that is all I show.

My life is carefully crafted,
a stage upon which I play.
Only being who they want me to be,
silently screaming behind my mask I stay.

A day will come when it will end,
the day of reckoning will dawn.
Eternity will seek me and I will find,
I gave my life to be the devil’s grotesque pawn.

When so much more was offered,
by the one who is love.
Turning my back on promises,
He silently wept while watching from above.

It is too late to start anew,
and a hope of new life?
To simply begin again casting aside,
the foreign chains of bondage that cause the strife.

The imposter is strong,
he will not let go without a fight.
His grip on me and his will,
can only be broken by love’s outrageous pure light.

I would banish him from the depths,
from the places in my dark heart.
Shining through the cracks is holy light,
that seems is the only place to start.

I will fight this demon,
this alien imposter whose will is to rule.
I will stand firm and unafraid,
for I will no longer be his tool.

I have a destiny and a mission,
a path that has been cleared for me.
I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
for I know now the imposter is not me.

Inspired in part by the post The Faceless Man on the Reverie a poetic publication journal.

Maleko's Art

Shining a Light into the Dark!

Tag Archives: Lies

Piece by Piece

Piece by piece, day by day,
little by little and moment by moment
over the years until… there is nothing left.
That is how the soul dies.

They will tell you what to do, who to be and what to say.

So, who are they? And why do we listen to them anyway?

We feel it isn’t right, but allow ourselves to stray from our truth losing our authenticity. We go through life in a daze hiding our strength, never letting them see us cry and then, there is simply this.

“Jesus wept.”

Is this a weakness, a failing, a lack of … something?

In our empathy we truly love and care for another with no ulterior motives. Only when we acknowledge our own fears and failures can we even begin to offer some of the better parts of ourselves. You have exactly what you need and someone needs what you have to give.

Acknowledge your fears, feel the sadness, celebrate the joys, love others relentlessly, believe in hope, grab hold of life and never let go!

Discarded Myths – What is truth?

What is truth?

The Secret of Strength

Jesus wept.

He suffered scorn, he was ridiculed and mocked, bruised and beaten. He did not speak against those who mercilessly crucified him and he willingly gave his own life. He was strong, in ways that the world did not and does not understand to this day.

He stood strong against all that was evil and wrong in the world with an unfathomable compassion and love.

He refused to compromise the truth, and yet, when those he loved died he wept. He felt and expressed emotions deeply and lived his life on earth fully as a model for us to follow. If it was good enough for him, it is good enough for me and I refuse to believe or live the enemy’s lie.

What about you, who and what will you believe?

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople #YouMatter

The Imposter

I stare into the mirror and
what do I see looking back at me?
There living inside I see the mysterious eyes,
of the imposter who is me.

The eternal fight rages on,
to be who I was created to be.
The striking war in my brain to just believe.
Could I be more than what I or you see?

I hide and others only see my smiles
and hear the petty laughter.
So all must be well they believe,
not seeing my heart in tatters.

He takes my truth and steals my reality.
He squeezes my heart in hands of cruelty.
He laughs in my face and enjoys my misery.
He tells me lies that cheat my destiny.

I am an unknown imposter
and no one knows.
I am singularly who you want me to be,
and that is all I show.

My life is carefully crafted,
a stage upon which I play.
Only being who they want me to be,
silently screaming behind my mask I stay.

A day will come when it will end,
the day of reckoning will dawn.
Eternity will seek me and I will find,
I gave my life to be the devil’s grotesque pawn.

When so much more was offered,
by the one who is love.
Turning my back on promises,
He silently wept while watching from above.

It is too late to start anew,
and a hope of new life?
To simply begin again casting aside,
the foreign chains of bondage that cause the strife.

The imposter is strong,
he will not let go without a fight.
His grip on me and his will,
can only be broken by love’s outrageous pure light.

I would banish him from the depths,
from the places in my dark heart.
Shining through the cracks is holy light,
that seems is the only place to start.

I will fight this demon,
this alien imposter whose will is to rule.
I will stand firm and unafraid,
for I will no longer be his tool.

I have a destiny and a mission,
a path that has been cleared for me.
I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
for I know now the imposter is not me.

Maleko's Art

Shining a Light into the Dark!

Piece by piece, day by day, little by little and moment by moment over the years until… there is nothing left. That is how the soul dies.

They will tell you what to do, who to be and what to say.

So, who are they? And why do we listen to them anyway?

We feel it isn’t right, but allow ourselves to stray from our truth losing our authenticity. We go through life in a daze hiding our strength, never letting them see us cry and then, there is simply this.

“Jesus wept.”

Is this a weakness, a failing, a lack of … something?

In our empathy we truly love and care for another with no ulterior motives. Only when we acknowledge our own fears and failures can we even begin to offer some of the better parts of ourselves. You have exactly what you need and someone needs what you have to give.

Acknowledge your fears, feel the sadness, celebrate the joys, love others relentlessly, believe in hope, grab hold of life and never let go!

What is truth?

Jesus wept.

He suffered scorn, he was ridiculed and mocked, bruised and beaten. He did not speak against those who mercilessly crucified him and he willingly gave his own life. He was strong, in ways that the world did not and does not understand to this day.

He stood strong against all that was evil and wrong in the world with an unfathomable compassion and love.

He refused to compromise the truth, and yet, when those he loved died he wept. He felt and expressed emotions deeply and lived his life on earth fully as a model for us to follow. If it was good enough for him, it is good enough for me and I refuse to believe or live the enemy’s lie.

What about you, who and what will you believe?

#JustBelieve #GraceWins #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople #YouMatter

I stare into the mirror and what do I see looking back at me? There living inside I see the mysterious eyes, of the imposter who is me.

The eternal fight rages on, to be who I was created to be. The striking war in my brain to just believe. Could I be more than what I or you see?

I hide and others only see my smiles and hear the petty laughter. So all must be well they believe, not seeing my heart in tatters.

He takes my truth and steals my reality. He squeezes my heart in hands of cruelty. He laughs in my face and enjoys my misery. He tells me lies that cheat my destiny.

I am an unknown imposter and no one knows. I am singularly who you want me to be, and that is all I show.

My life is carefully crafted, a stage upon which I play. Only being who they want me to be, silently screaming behind my mask I stay.

A day will come when it will end, the day of reckoning will dawn. Eternity will seek me and I will find, I gave my life to be the devil’s grotesque pawn.

When so much more was offered, by the one who is love. Turning my back on promises, He silently wept while watching from above.

It is too late to start anew, and a hope of new life? To simply begin again casting aside, the foreign chains of bondage that cause the strife.

The imposter is strong, he will not let go without a fight. His grip on me and his will, can only be broken by love’s outrageous pure light.

I would banish him from the depths, from the places in my dark heart. Shining through the cracks is holy light, that seems is the only place to start.

I will fight this demon, this alien imposter whose will is to rule. I will stand firm and unafraid, for I will no longer be his tool.

I have a destiny and a mission, a path that has been cleared for me. I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes, for I know now the imposter is not me.

Piece by piece, day by day,
little by little and moment by moment
over the years until… there is nothing left.
That is how the soul dies.

I stare into the mirror and
what do I see looking back at me?
There living inside I see the mysterious eyes,
of the imposter who is me.

The eternal fight rages on,
to be who I was created to be.
The striking war in my brain to just believe.
Could I be more than what I or you see?

I hide and others only see my smiles
and hear the petty laughter.
So all must be well they believe,
not seeing my heart in tatters.

He takes my truth and steals my reality.
He squeezes my heart in hands of cruelty.
He laughs in my face and enjoys my misery.
He tells me lies that cheat my destiny.

I am an unknown imposter
and no one knows.
I am singularly who you want me to be,
and that is all I show.

My life is carefully crafted,
a stage upon which I play.
Only being who they want me to be,
silently screaming behind my mask I stay.

A day will come when it will end,
the day of reckoning will dawn.
Eternity will seek me and I will find,
I gave my life to be the devil’s grotesque pawn.

When so much more was offered,
by the one who is love.
Turning my back on promises,
He silently wept while watching from above.

It is too late to start anew,
and a hope of new life?
To simply begin again casting aside,
the foreign chains of bondage that cause the strife.

The imposter is strong,
he will not let go without a fight.
His grip on me and his will,
can only be broken by love’s outrageous pure light.

I would banish him from the depths,
from the places in my dark heart.
Shining through the cracks is holy light,
that seems is the only place to start.

I will fight this demon,
this alien imposter whose will is to rule.
I will stand firm and unafraid,
for I will no longer be his tool.

I have a destiny and a mission,
a path that has been cleared for me.
I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
for I know now the imposter is not me.