24 May 2012

A Few Confidence Affirmations

  • I AM master of my own destiny
  • I AM powerful beyond measure
  • I AM capable
  • I AM deserving of love
  • I AM deserving of abundance
  • I AM valuable
  • I AM successful
  • I AM courageous
  • I AM beautiful
  • I AM light and I shine
  • I AM confident
  • I AM what I AM…
Have a great weekend everyone! 

Loving Greetingzzz,
@ High Frequency

19 May 2012

Poem: A Different Path

It's time to go, to leave this place
A shadowy voice does cry.
But the voice belongs to me alone,
And still I wonder why.

The time is here upon me now
Like a weight, heavy pounding.
Or has it Lifted? Hard to tell
The Questions keep arising.

The unknown awaits, as it does
For foolish few who dare.Is it foolishness? 
Curiosity perhaps?
Or something I'm not aware.

For I am scared and poignant now
More than ever at present.
Tears cloud my eyes as pen meets paper,
And I hope for my ascent.
I leave behind what I comprehend

And even with all communication.
I know for now without doubt,
I drift, en route a new location.
But who's to say what shall pass

And what still lies ahead.I only know that were I'm at,
I'll yearn 'till forever dead.
Yet for now the flame still burns inside
However daily dying.

To light the path less traveled by
In haste I'm already striding.
But am I running from that I cannot?
Escape from oneself is ever brief.
Before we are again confronted, Hunting for relief.

Yet still I follow my perilous path
To wherever it might be leading.
And well it may, onto something new,
And strangely more inviting.

Or perhaps not . . .But who's to know, not I as yet
The fate of anyone on this Earth,I wouldn't like to bet.

For life can lead in many waysOften now undesired.
Fate can deal a cruel hand sometimes,But we play on, cold and tired.

And art is born of lifeHard, dejected and trodden.
Hence emerges exquisite beauty,And some direction from the coffin.

Finding it is a difficult thingSometimes left without thought.
But time it ticks, and years they fly,I'm sure it can't be bought.

So we search, as do IFor things that bring on the 'morrow.
The weak are those who don't pursue,And languish in their sorrow.

Happiness is that I chaseAnd hope to find someday.
I'll count the means again I'm sure,There is always another way . . .

by Brian Emerson