Tabitha Castillo

I found God among the silence of a long afternoon.

He was sitting in the sunshine and humming a little tune.
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The sky will cry the saddest tears
Is there no way to repent
And hide all my inequities?
They are mine here
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Carved from stone by broken hands turned up towards Heaven.
Born of melted glass once hot with passion now cold and unforgiving.
Pedi stools are for masterpieces showing the vulnerability that this child does not permit himself.
God grant me the Love that I need to show him that each stroke,
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I think that there is a point in every person's Life where yo come to he realization that 'pinky promises' can be broken and often are. You come to a hard realization that the world isn't black and white and despite you trying to cling to your childhood idealism, the world isn't fair. For some this comes early....

You're the beacon of Truth to my midnight Life.
Lighthouse to my ocean of doubt.
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Echoes in the confines of my soul
Reverberate
Driving me to my own private madness.
I fear if someone does not answer soon
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Stone cold angel
Guiding light me with the presence of your face
Embrace
Me when I am too far to hold dear
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What a tattered beaten fray you are
My dear so close and yet so far.
What cloak of blind self confidence?
What manner? What pretence?
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In my eyes you are a man trying to better himself.
In my eyes you are so strong.
In these eyes your imperfections are the workings of God.
My eyes are not virtuous and they do not see well these days,
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The below piece was written for a friend of mine. She was looking for the perfect song lyrics to say what she wanted, but we were not able to find anything exact.
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Like smooth summer rain -
Sunshine on my window pane -
A cool cup of tea on a working day -
Watching the sun on colored glass play.
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The Winds of Change are blowing
In every direction they flow.
With weary whispers tracing -
To places you never thought you’d go.
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For he’s the one I search the night -
The one my passions hold.
The one to silence sighs of scorn -
The one that keeps me bold.
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A calm wind’s gentle whisper on the dimmest seeming night -
A smile seeking stranger during an inner winless fight -
These are the ways my Lord speaks to me when I don’t think there’s a way -
When my whole Life’s left in peril and I can’t face another day.
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My dark and decrepit friend
Shall I sing you a lullaby of New Hope?
Your tattered dreams –
Have taken a beating by unkind hearts.
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To the inhabitance of The Factory.

I can loose myself in your movement.
The freedom you emit is intoxicating
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For you are more then a passing glance
More then an unreached shore.
More then happenstance.
Have your friendship but I want more.
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He should not exist!
In so many ways his being here defies
Absolutely Everything!
And my cosmetic makeup should not draw him closer....
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I found this poem I wrote back in high school and I thought I would share.
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I found this sample of my high school writing among some of my old belongings. Thought that I would share.
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I dream sometimes of this man that I seem to always know in my dreams. The odd thing is that when I look back at my dreams I can remember nearly every detail about the dream except his face. In the dreams we always seem to pick up where my Life seems to be. Odder still, is that I have no knowledge of who the gentlemen is that keeps starring in my dreams or even if he is a real person, but I find myself looking forward to seeing him again.

You visit me in silence,
When we are both asleep.
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