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I Appoint You The Master of Your Thoughts

Take this cup, you're going to need
A little dram of courage.
Because this life, it ain't
Something you can slink away from,
My dear.

You might want to hie down to
The River of Regret and
Wade in your behind-the-scenes
Sorrow, but that just isn't living,
Is it?

Turn in that badge of shame
And guilt, and cast your eyes
To shore. You may totter
At the rocks, but you'll stand
Once more.

You've been burnt by a thousand
Unapproving glares, but you tell them
You've come from the same life-water
That slistered all of us into
Existence.

And despite the moke-words that drubbed
You in the thinking place that day
And knocked your soul toward the door,
You're done listening. This elision is
Final, M'dear.

Peel off that lowring face
Winnow opinions so only the ones
That heal you remain, and breathe in
All the graces of the sun before
The grave.

Be done with everything that slues you
Off your course. Wake up to
Living dreams, no more chimerical nightterrors.
Become the master of your
Thought-life.

And when the death knell rings, you face it
With a face unafraid. For you have died already,
and risen again, and you will do it
Again, and again, and
Again.

--

Mad Words List 5.22.18

Burnt
Slued
Dram
Drubbed
Moke
Slister
Lowring
Winnowed
Hie
Slink/Slunk
Chimeric
Totter
Knell
Elision

--

We all need a little push now and again to realize that others do not control our thoughts and how we feel about ourselves. Be who you are, always. Dont be a victim of opinion. Be the master of your own thoughts.

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