I am in sync with, body, mind, soul and spirit
Itertwined with one rhyme, one voice, one mind
One might sink in, it's oh..so..deep
Creeping into the crevices of your senses leaving you speechless
See, this is linked into and INKED into the vivid images that you wish to grip but your mind can't depict
To no avail in that you've failed but fret not, because you've...got...mail
An invitation to connect
With all due respect, I'm apt to neglect this doppler effect of hit and miss...
Conception of an inception far from the ideal imagination; taking the form of an amulet to protect you from the illusion that your reality is nothing more, nothing less than the candidate of a candid canvas
Paint in your mind the images which in reality YOU wish to see
In the words of Phillipians, " Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are TRUE, whatsoever things are HONEST, whatsoever things are JUST, whatsoever things are PURE, whatsoever things are LOVELY, whatsoever things are of GOOD REPORT; if there be ANY virtue, and if there be ANY praise, think on THESE things."
And in Proverbs verse 7, chapter 23; as a man thinketh in his heart so is he"
So if you THOUGHT that who, what and where you are, are gaps apart...well you were wrong
They're all together separate yet to one another, relevant and connected
So deepen your thoughts' horizon and keep your eyes on the prize beyond the sky, because whoever said that's where the limit lies LIED
I've heard that higher heights is where the grimaced cry no more
Cry no more, cry no more
my conscious tells my dying core
Let's be honest, skip the nonsense
I've been taunted by this daunting; gnawing longing
From within, I've dug deep; clawing up, down and through the darkness I've seen
Sawing would've, shoud've, could've(s), into the barks of trees
I leave screams in the breeze...*sigh*
I close my eyes and breathe...1..2..3..repeatedly, deeply
Depleted are the valves of my heart that were for so long clogged with unforgiveness; as pent up vibes flow freely, simultaneously breaking the law and making a broken vessel whole; as gravity rules the energy of inner peace that has flown into me
An awe filled synergy between the out of body experience of a lower me
Elevated and elated in the angst of desperation, I have mastered the art of dissociation while I wait to die
I cry from inside, Adonai, Adonai
my life, my life, please take my life; for its plight I feel I can no longer fight
Having not the audacity to rob you of the rights to ignite or extinguish the flames of my candle
My reverence remains, and remain I in angst
Born and raised in Dallas, TX with a very religious upbringing; Tabitha Harvey conveys often her questions of God and His allowance of certain occurrences in life. She has always been a bit of an introvert but with the art of poetry she has found her voice to be more powerful than she could've ever fathomed. As an artist of versatile capabilities; from songwriting and singing to simple analyzation of thoughts in complexity, she loves to write. It helps soothe her at times when nothing and no one else can.