Fears shake us within our very core. This causes the sense of anxiety and helplessness. Though the world may be infested with evil acts and evil people this does not mean we can't survive. Searching deep in our hearts we will see the good that over comes even death. For the human form of life is so beautiful and yet, so fragil that only eternal light and love can set us free.
Mistakes will be made and enemies as well, but surround yourself with friends and family who love you dearly then no harm shall come to you. God, hearing the desperate cries of his faithful children consumes them in harmony and safety. No evil shall break the barrier, physical or paranormal. Nothing can break the safe, dwelling, and intoxicating love that is our savior, Christ Jesus.
So, with that said we must at some point ask ourselves who we really are meant to be? How do we go about? And if evil should threaten...how do we rise up, fearless and humble? These are questions that may be answered in prayer and meditation. Believing is the first step. Once that has settled in our hearts it is our journey to break free and give life all that we have to offer. Never give up on that bright horizon and never forget the one who placed us here out of love.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Escaping The Darkness
Peeling back the flesh of this world I reveal the true entity of my imperfections. The spiteful words spat from crushing jaws digs deep and I can't help, but feel compromised. The binding taste of envy plants an evil seed and continues to grow furiously inside. Escape seems impossible, but I look back to my innocence. I hold onto the small kindle of light that always shines and can never be extinguished.
Compare as I may to others I seem to fear failure when they succeed. I cannot understand why I continue to be crippled by such a weakening infection of the heart. This is my flaw. I am sinful and deep within me lies a lurking Darkness waiting to ensnare me. Pulsing and breathing, acting like a blood sucking catalyst. Although, like before, I peel back the skin of this reality and become something much different; something more divine.
Still, I will face the everyday struggles and go forth over the bumps, hills, and mountains placed in my path. Life has a way of doing that; It tries to break you at any moment, into unimaginable pieces, but the light that kindles within has a way of releasing the crushing blows and pulling the pieces back together...forming a prestean sheet of crystal glass that which reflects the truth of who we really are meant to be.
Compare as I may to others I seem to fear failure when they succeed. I cannot understand why I continue to be crippled by such a weakening infection of the heart. This is my flaw. I am sinful and deep within me lies a lurking Darkness waiting to ensnare me. Pulsing and breathing, acting like a blood sucking catalyst. Although, like before, I peel back the skin of this reality and become something much different; something more divine.
Still, I will face the everyday struggles and go forth over the bumps, hills, and mountains placed in my path. Life has a way of doing that; It tries to break you at any moment, into unimaginable pieces, but the light that kindles within has a way of releasing the crushing blows and pulling the pieces back together...forming a prestean sheet of crystal glass that which reflects the truth of who we really are meant to be.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sorrowful Rain Drops
Rain beneath my feet, I walk with a dark hoodie guarding my head. The bleak, gray sky is still lightly glowing with the setting sun. I can hear the wind swirling over head. I smell the air and it sends a taste into my mouth. It is moist and dull. Fall is coming. That season fills me both with sorrow and joy. As I contemplate my memories and attempt to forgive myself of my short comings.
Walking further, there is a park. Years of rust has set on the once child filled swings. The sound of the creaking metal threw a wave of chills all down my arms and my spine. Thoughts of my childhood that I had and how life's scars ruined that for me. I walk on, past the damp grass, as one tear rolls down my cheek.
I reach a house. A place I would like to call home, but have a hard time doing so. Screaming voices and anger fills this structure with negative energy. Thus, why on walk beside myself commonly. It is the single moment that I can think and dwell on what is my life and what could've been. Scratches and tears on my flesh is the result of the world's harsh resilience to kneel to the truth.
I pull my hood from my head a sit on the cement step leading up to my front door. Turning my face torwards the sky I let the rain gently hit my face. Though I may be scarred, but I am strong, faithful, and loving. I can and will break free of this dark existance and shine in the bright horizon that was made for me. Destiny. It truly is a magnifesent thing.
Walking further, there is a park. Years of rust has set on the once child filled swings. The sound of the creaking metal threw a wave of chills all down my arms and my spine. Thoughts of my childhood that I had and how life's scars ruined that for me. I walk on, past the damp grass, as one tear rolls down my cheek.
I reach a house. A place I would like to call home, but have a hard time doing so. Screaming voices and anger fills this structure with negative energy. Thus, why on walk beside myself commonly. It is the single moment that I can think and dwell on what is my life and what could've been. Scratches and tears on my flesh is the result of the world's harsh resilience to kneel to the truth.
I pull my hood from my head a sit on the cement step leading up to my front door. Turning my face torwards the sky I let the rain gently hit my face. Though I may be scarred, but I am strong, faithful, and loving. I can and will break free of this dark existance and shine in the bright horizon that was made for me. Destiny. It truly is a magnifesent thing.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Inspiration and Legend
At times I seem to daydream rather sporadically, but it is from these daydreams that I discover my most profound inspiration. As I have seen rolling green hills, heard celtic pipes, and smelled the sweet aroma of pure, fresh air. That may be just my dream of one day visiting Ireland.
I have also seen deep snow covered mountains with frozen lakes, dark forests, and tall castles. This would be my love for Disney, but even specifically, The Beauty and The Beast. I was once a child and that is one fond visualization I hold onto. The classic Love over coming all odds and looking past the physical; seeing the soul that lies within.
Lastly, I see a boy. A young boy no older than the age of eighteen. He has a great destiny, but he oblivious to it. As he grows to learn more the legend only becomes more imprinted in his mind. A legend that which dates back to the time of the great crusifixtion. The time that a pure, honest, and loved man was cruelly put to death. This young man lives in our day and our world. His name...is Colton Parson. And he is the next, yet, Final Illuminator. -Book One: Light
"I wrote this to give insight on two things. More of my poetic side and my book i've been working on. Most recently I have finally done what I've been trying to do for a while, and that's dicovering a way to may that trilogy into a four book saga. It's unclear at the moment, but I am sure that I am on to something. Let me know what you think if this post and this idea."
~Corey Parsley~
I have also seen deep snow covered mountains with frozen lakes, dark forests, and tall castles. This would be my love for Disney, but even specifically, The Beauty and The Beast. I was once a child and that is one fond visualization I hold onto. The classic Love over coming all odds and looking past the physical; seeing the soul that lies within.
Lastly, I see a boy. A young boy no older than the age of eighteen. He has a great destiny, but he oblivious to it. As he grows to learn more the legend only becomes more imprinted in his mind. A legend that which dates back to the time of the great crusifixtion. The time that a pure, honest, and loved man was cruelly put to death. This young man lives in our day and our world. His name...is Colton Parson. And he is the next, yet, Final Illuminator. -Book One: Light
"I wrote this to give insight on two things. More of my poetic side and my book i've been working on. Most recently I have finally done what I've been trying to do for a while, and that's dicovering a way to may that trilogy into a four book saga. It's unclear at the moment, but I am sure that I am on to something. Let me know what you think if this post and this idea."
~Corey Parsley~
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Birth Place Of Dreams
People say they have dreams. Some believe deeply that if one wishes hard enough it'll become reality. I find that Dreams are meant to come true, but one must first have perseverance and belief in themselves.
Traveling across this world, fights unnumbered, dangers untold, and mountains unmeasured. We find ourselves in a place. It is a place where purity is alive everywhere. It shows itself in the pigmentation's and clear waters of this place. It is an Evergreen Forest. All dreams are born here and travel elsewhere, but all born here nevertheless.
So, in a way, we all share dreams. No matter who you are or where you are from, we all have the same dream. Hope for a better Future. To do what you passionately love to do in life until the day your soul ascends. Why, then, do we grind our teeth and clench our fists at one another? It is a dark mystery of the world and of human nature that may never be completely solved.
As for me, my dream has led me from that birth place; from that evergreen forest and to a glorious place where only I may venture. A sunset beach with shimmering and warm waters, pure sand, and many other paths leading to, yet, more adventure to come.
~Corey Parsley~
Traveling across this world, fights unnumbered, dangers untold, and mountains unmeasured. We find ourselves in a place. It is a place where purity is alive everywhere. It shows itself in the pigmentation's and clear waters of this place. It is an Evergreen Forest. All dreams are born here and travel elsewhere, but all born here nevertheless.
So, in a way, we all share dreams. No matter who you are or where you are from, we all have the same dream. Hope for a better Future. To do what you passionately love to do in life until the day your soul ascends. Why, then, do we grind our teeth and clench our fists at one another? It is a dark mystery of the world and of human nature that may never be completely solved.
As for me, my dream has led me from that birth place; from that evergreen forest and to a glorious place where only I may venture. A sunset beach with shimmering and warm waters, pure sand, and many other paths leading to, yet, more adventure to come.
~Corey Parsley~
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