PanOstic

I know that I was wrong I know I don't know I know that in naivete I hurt and shattered you I cannot scarcely fathom The pain, the hurt I caused The scars upon your heart That I inflicted with my vows I never meant to hurt you But still I know I did And no number of “I'm sorry”s Could replace history's bid But I do not regret it And not for why you'd think (Truly I'd do most anything To pull you from that brink) No, in spite of all the pain I wish I could relieve, When I look back upon those days I don't regret. I do not grieve. For I needed those moments, I needed that stain. I needed to feel that guilt I needed that pain I needed to feel them, Then needed to move on To look myself right in the eye… Until that guilt was gone. And truthfully, I can't say That I am there just yet For guilt does not eas’ly let go And shame does not forget But there is something greater than the shame t...

I have lived in this city for a year and a half. When I first got here, I was optimistic.  After a while, sad.  A little longer, bitter.  Now, after months of soul searching, self-evaluation, prayer, and - thank Divinity - healing, I am leaving soon... and I am once more optimistic for my own future.  What I'm writing about, however, is yours. Many of you have lived here your entire lives, and many would leave if you felt you could.  Well first of all... you can.  Nothing's stopping you - not time, not money, not family obligations - but yourself.   If leaving is calling to you, then go. There will never be a perfect time to go... do it anyway.  There will never be enough money to move... do it anyway.  Family will always need or want something... take care of yourself, first. But if staying is your preference, then I have some things to say. We live in a place where sexism is rampant, classism is abundant, and racism has been ...

Don’t tell me what I can be  Cuz you don’t have a clue I won’t bother explaining-  Nah, this poem is not for you This poem is for the rebels With or without a cause The ones who have “too big” of dreams I beg you, take no pause Don’t listen when They tell you To focus, change your plans That there’s “more to it” than just Knowing Somehow, that you can Don’t listen to the haters  (Cuz that’s just what they are) Please, keep believing in your soul I KNOW you will go far Who are they to tell you What can or can’t be done? Who are they to lay the path And tell you where to run? They had their chance to do it And maybe their way works But so does yours, stick to your guns! Put YOUR heart’s guidance first! It doesn’t always make sense (In truth, it rarely will) But what you want, it wants you too Before, after, and still So when those voices pipe up, I pray you’ll pay no heed  Cuz God gave YOU ...

I’m more than a date I’m more than a fuck More than potential More than a quick buck  I don’t cease existing When you don’t need me  I have my own wants I have my own needs I am not your plaything  Don’t toss me away When it’s clear that “no” Is a word that I say If you can’t come to me With friendship, with care With more than just requests Then do not you dare Don’t you come at me With “pleases” and “why”s If that’s all you have for me Don’t waste my time But if you can see past  My body, my face To the soul inside me Then come, take your place ‘Cause friends I will welcome With arms open wide And I think you’ll like  Having me by your side So next time you’re thinking “She’d look nice in bed” I hope you’ll think back To the words that I’ve said: We are all PEOPLE; Not here just to please And if you think we are, YOU’RE part of the disease Journy 

You’re hoping to be noticed  You’re wanting to be seen  Be heard and loved for what YOU ARE instead of what you’ve been  You’re asking to be sculpted by the Great and Holy One The key that you are missing is: the Sculpting has begun You are already perfect  Exactly as you Are Excellence is not a treasure gathered from afar  You’ve already been noticed by the One who holds the tools Enjoying it means realizing you’re life is to be used Used to spread the sunshine  Used to spread the love Used to show those down below that they’re seen from above  Used to be of service to each life - each tree, each man Used to reunite US ALL, til arm in arm we stand So let go of the chisel  And keep your hand in mine Together we will walk a path ‘tis lit by the Divine And instead of wond’ring what it is that we may lack Let’s realize that we’re worth it - that we’re perfect - and BE THAT! -Journy

"Oh how you've changed" Why, you're so sweet  To notice how  I've turned, complete  A three-sixty, One-eighty, too, And still more turning Left to do  I won't be still I can't be claimed By notions formed When I was named  I'm more than that -  A title's just  A word to hail This living dust No, I'm much more Than just a word - Come closer and Be enraptured By all the Beauty, Joy, and Grace That lies within This sacred space  For I Am That, Divinity. It shines forever  Here in me. Yes, I Am Sun; And Sky, so blue; And Earth, and Stars; And so are you