When Animsay Writes

  Once upon a time, I met a King  A King who had no diamond studded crown Instead, his inner beauty shined through the crowd His skin told the story of his unique path to kingship  Out of his beard grew wisdom and honor  Out of his gut unfolded his manhood  His heart poured out love and sacrifice  And with his hands, he toiled with obedience to serve his family and loved ones  Once upon a time, I met a King  A King with no rubies nor gold Yet, his very presence made me feel safe, free and bold This King did not come to take, destroy nor to impose a toll Nah, this King came to share, care and uphold Ohhh... if only you knew who he really was This King right here, you would never disregard  Yes, once upon a time, I met a True King Not a spider, lizard nor any creepy crawly little thing A Real Man who understood who he was and most importantly, who he certainly is A True King, no enemy could diss, shake down nor possess Once upon a time, I met m...

My morning glories  I really want to free myself But at what price will my freedom reign? How much will I have to loose or pay? I want to remove all obstacles and barriers Advance without fear, standards or attachments Advance with the ability to not impose on myself or you I want to free myself from what you will think or do Entering the core of the present moment And turning it on its head I want to taste more freedom within the vicinity of my flesh I want that freedom to pump thick through all my veins I want to unlock the raw spirit in my soul Let it take flight in the unseen Let it be grounded by its feet, deep beneath the earth's layered sheets I want to be free, I want to reconnect with my free spirit  I want what I need and need what I thirst for Like the Sun burns at its core I want my flames to carry light forward Freedom in my mind, body and soul Free dominating people, attitudes and behaviors Free domineering thoughts, no longer captivated by its mission or goal I ...

Disintegrated wood - Centennial Park It's not that I don't know your value It's that I don't want you It's not that I don't see you  It's that I can't stand you You remind me of everything I could be  But am not You remind me of everything I dreamed of and had to put to rest You remind me of the stars I use to see in your eyes How that shined bright How they lit the sky It's not that I don't see what could be It's that somehow, for whatever reason You bring the very worst out of me Do you bring it out to sabotage me? Do you bring it out to show hatred towards me? Do you bring it out to project onto me? It's not that I don't believe in you Or in your capacity It's that I'm scared to fail you Scared I'll never be enough So I simply stopped trying I know who and what you are I know you are the one But I'm scared to bring myself up to that possibility I'm scared to let go and be free Free to love and be vulnerable Free...

Mushrooms that grew from spores - Centennial park DDO  Dear prayer warriors, You can be better than yesterday, see blessings every day, and yet at some still moment, remember all the pain. There are simply not enough stars to count all of God's blessings and miracles in my life, even through all the storms, but nights like these, you remember the dream that was stolen right from under your feet. I wrote this poem to express the hurt of a marriage gone wrong. I hope you will rejoice with me, as I am still standing strong. But weep with me a little while, as you as well have gone through your own pain, maybe in the same way or another, yet you recognize the emotions pressing down on my heart, like it was yours, it's all the same. I ask you prayers warriors, that as you read these words, please understand, we each carry the responsibility of each others' souls. Our friendships, marriages, relationships with family members, neighbours and colleagues, are to be cared for.  When ...

Havre by Linda Covit, seen by the inside, at the MUHC Glen site It hurts and it's embarrassing, but you need to dig deep inside your soul and build up the courage to admit you were wrong.  Dig deep inside your soul to admit you put yourself in that situation. Dig deep inside your soul to admit you allowed someone else to hurt you. Dig deeper inside your soul to admit you are responsible for much of what you suffered. Dig even deeper inside your soul to admit you put other people, other things before God, you even tried to negotiate with the Almighty. Dig so deep in the hidden places of your heart and soul and admit, even if others inflicted pain on you they bare responsibility for, you need to positively and unequivocally admit to yourself, you have blamed them for way too long. Dig deep, admit and release. Yes, you can breathe. Yes, you can be right, and wrong, yes you can be all that grey in between. Dig deep, God already knows. He is simply waiting on you, to walk in...

Farana photoshoot 2016 - Montreal It's understood, that I'm not understood. When will the day come, when I'm understood? Communication classes, workshops, conferences and training programs... All tools I invested in to improve my ability to understand and be understood. All hours I bathed in, to ease relations and be able to connect. Alas, I realized, that for every person I know, there is a different version of me. Those versions exist in many ways out of my control. In many ways they exist, within my power to decide my very look and approach. Some consequences of other peoples wrong perceptions of both my intended positive actions and negative mistakes. Others out of a conscientious behavior that I justified in front of its receivers. Both, for which I have no regrets, only lessons learned to increase growth or assurance. My journey to be understood, and to understand, what I do, how and why? How you relate to me, how much of that is not related to me? Where, what and whe...

  Cœur d’Enfant - The Heart of Children, located at The Montreal's Children Hospital Love your heart beloved You birth humans’ into existence You care for the lovely like the careless You salvage, create from nothing and multiply everything you touch You are the essence of love Love your heart beloved As no one else can carry that type of love in its womb An unconditional love, passed down to you by the one and only true Groom Love your heart beloved As your body and mind were all created for the highest calling An unconditional love in action, irrespective of other’s love for you Irrespective of what others do or say to you Love your heart beloved As from it pours out empathy, kindness and generosity Forgiveness, healing and grace Yes, from your very heart beloved, God’s love manifest!  Love your heart beloved Do not put aside its mission, for that very reason you were purposed As strength and dignity hem the stitches of your dress And in times of trouble, the love in your he...

My mom and I at Hammam Andalusi & Spa - Lasalle, Qc 22 reasons to be happy that it is your 61st birthday and that 40 something years ago, you came to Canada! You got married to a handsome tall blond man (Yeah, I know it didn’t work out: BUT GUESS WHAT, IT IS HIS LOSS!!) You got to discover a new country and culture You got an opportunity to learn English and French You got some freedom to explore, party, work & travel You got to meet dad  (Yeah, I know, HE WAS NOT SO GREAT, BUT…) You had Tarik and me You had three restaurants and you became an amazing cook  (Everyone, whether they meet you once or many times, KNOWS YOU GOT THE HOT STUFF in the kitchen baby!!!) You got lots of joy with Tarik’s fantastic grades and awards You got lots of joy with my artsy and sporty talents (Okay, I know, we caused you lots of headaches, BUT ONLY THE STRONG AND BRAVE AT HEART get the special mission to take care of two souls by yourself and do an AMAZING JOB like you did!) You had us all...

Window display downtown Montreal It’s Friday night  And, as my usual time arrives I must bust a journey’s rhyme For the warrior inside you and me  That never sways or sleeps For the gentle fire in our souls  That always understands what we peep It’s Friday night  And, as unusual as it sounds  I must bust a prophetic sound For the anxious spirit hidden behind a cloud  So thick, it weighs ten pounds  For the timid, unknowing cool fool Who raves about life Yet forces itself to drool Never going after what it wants Always close, but just not enough  It's Friday night And, as midnight takes place I must write beyond limitations I must move beyond the shade  For the thousands out there Awaiting to win the race I must write! I must wake! I must lead our generation  To a greater interpretation Of what this senseless cohabitation Was purposed in its original Creation It’s Friday night And, as surprising as it reads This is nothing but a mere peek...

Normandy American Cemetery, France Grieving the loss of a relationship is similar to grieving the death of a loved one -- the process seems to take forever, and there is nothing you can do to fast forward the process toward the final stage of acceptance. But can you imagine for a moment grieving the relationship you are still part of?  Can you imagine trying to disconnect emotionally from the source of your desires and dreams?  Well, in the last 10 years, I have gone through a mourning process several times. The first stage one goes through is utter disbelief and anger. I remember the first time I hit that stage. I realized that much of what you presented wasn't at all alive. Your persona, what you represented and what you apparently held dear to your heart was nothing but a fantasy built from pieces of what you thought you needed to be. Naturally, the anger came from discovering the lie, something I could have forgiving, but the disbelief that shot through my heart came from ...

Me, Rossana Bruzzone and Anila Erindi. Two amazing women who inspired me to write again. I'm a business coach And mother by day  A philosopher And writer by night  And when the world goes to sleep I write  I write About what makes me laugh  I write About what makes me cry  I write About the million dollars questions  That keeps me up at night  I'm a sister And a friend by dawn  And a wife And lover by dusk  In the middle of the darkest twilight  Before the sunrise I write  I write About the pains And sorrows of my family  I write About the historical victories Of the people who made me  I write About the unshakeable strength And perseverance That was passed down to me  An inheritance so rich I'd be a fool to only keep it for me  You see I'm a human when the sun rises  But a magical creature by night That won't give up a fight  I plan to speak out And seek out to walk my talk  And so when I take a p...

Puerto Real, Spain I like beautiful things   Just not the kind you can buy Use and throw away   I like beautiful things Just not a nickel A gold watch Or a diamond studded ring I like beautiful things   Just not a car A fancy title Nor a 7 figure pay   I like beautiful things   Like the smell of sun Burning on my skin Like the twinkle in your eye Taking me for a spin   Like the sweet melody From a breath retained   Like the gentle pouring Of a soul untamed   I like beautiful things   Those untouched Unloved and unstained   I like beautiful things   Those resistant Loyal and proclaimed   Those ever growing Exploring and always sharing Beyond its display   I like beautiful things   Like the seed The root and all its purities   Like a drop, a puddle And the eternal waters They were meant to be   Like the unrefined and unpolished Yet perfectly defined   Like the thorns leading to a rose...

Inside one of the Business Administration classes I taught Teaching is hard  While you’re trying to change  And c hange is difficult  When you’re stuck on teaching Therefore, there is nothing more rejuvenating Then asking forgiveness Nothing more delicate Then gaining trust Nothing more astonishing Then God's grace Nothing more satisfying Then reaching the new Nothing more exhilarating Then having assurance Nothing more real Then imperfection Nothing more humbling Then admitting it's so And nothing more beautiful Then learning your lessons All over again Thank you Father For the countless moments of silence Stillness and serenity All of which You have provided me to grow Alas... You still have your work cut out for You! Written by Animsay

Inside block of flats in Gibraltar, Europe Today, a thought came to mind The worst part about being human is You can rationalize anything and everything   If you believe it, you can explain it And you have faith in what you believe Your faith can move mountains Because you believe As you have rationalized it   So when your belief can no longer be explained And you have run out of rationalization You are out of faith Thus you rationalize your error In understanding what you perceived to be true   So if you exist, where are You? How are we to believe in You? And how do we exist in relation to You? Mighty and Eternal Creator of all living things Why is it so hard to understand You? And what do You want from us?   I read the Holy Scriptures And make decisions Based on the wisdom I perceive it contains Then, in a single lapse of time When I walk away feeling I fought a good fight A burden enters my soul Condemning the very thing I perceived as righteous According to Your ...