this is my plan…

im taking action, and making demands.
gracefully moving toward an inevitable path.
saving myself on my life’s behalf.
my success will rise like dust from soot;
holding fast, landing on each foot.
this is my plan…

im taking action, and making demands.
gracefully moving toward an inevitable path.
saving myself on my life’s behalf.
my success will rise like dust from soot;
holding fast, landing on each foot.
I have a lot to enunciate, especially when you’re forced into a certain isolation. I always think to myself, whether or not the energy I’ve been sowing is coming back in a peculiar form of reciprocation.

I’m tired of being wired to be there when I truly may not be needed; if my result keeps being the same why do I allow it to be repeated?
I am always indifferent; I get paranoid when I feel an uneasy spirit. I only want my hard work to pay off like anyone else; I’m doing my best, without taking short-cuts, or hitting below the belt.
my time is drawing near; none of my dreams will go undone, or disappear…
werewolves, vampires, and witches are oddly familiar; these species’ come over as our true character in a mirror; showing ourselves some things we do are similar.
inspired by their choice of livelihood, and the choice of language which is spoken; i’m truly intrigued, with no need of loathing.

i’m adapting to its culture; hoping one day they’ll look high to the pedestal of my sculpture. not to be worshiped or treated like a goddess; i want love and kindness to reciprocate.
City of refuge.
Hebrew Translation
finding the words is never hard; breaking my thoughts down to understand each part. even the hard parts that move me within the matter, i’ll use my resources to take my time, with no intentions of moving any faster…

The book of Job warns us to avoid reducing God’s moral rule to easy formulas…
unknown pov
pulling for successful outcomes; creating blueprints for financial freedom! though, it’s not a sole objective as a priority; i have to keep on going so the moves i make will be considered more than a minority…

clouded by how i feel about myself in most instances; i close my eyes, and i see interdependence. frustrated just a little, because i know my responsibility is to procreate new paths; i must continue to plant the seeds that’ll soon flourish beneath the grass.
the sailing ones;
Hebrew Reference
my stratagem I have for success, is precise; running my mind ragged making sure every decision I made was right. I have no experience in being perfect, but I do know what it is to be gracious and hospitable without regret. I have so much to be grateful for, and way more to sow into the world; with the obligation of faithfulness to be reaped back for all the goodness I furled.

my life was meant to be universal to all aspects; not limited to anything, knowledge swells more than I could explain, which I’m sure you could suspect. I am convinced, that better is possible; don’t allow your surroundings to make your future feel probable.

see what I won’t do is break my heart; I won’t tear my life apart! I’m gonna make sure I excel; I won’t send myself to hell…
I’m looking out for my own well-being; I’m making my own agreements.
I control this ship; I won’t allow my plans to publicly slip.

finding solace within the bounds of my own intellection; going toward profound places, to call my ascension in recollection. I am overly confident in the executions i plan on making; the job that i’ve inherited will now be a bequest awakening. every opportunity I have bestowed, shows that i use all necessary means to prove out anything I’ve been told.
we use each other in a diplomatic form; trying our very best to be proper in the agreements that were born. i am a shade pink anyone could understand; the road i’m taking has outrageous seams that are more than bland.
it all sounds wildly put together, but i promise you this is me explaining why in many ways, i am better. there are no specifics to elaborate on; what i can say is most inspiration was conceived from a time where i felt scorned.
I shouldn’t have indulged my way through the day like I did; the behavior that keeps boggling my mind has not rid.
dishonorable in many areas; acting out the energy of hysteria.

it was foul and mindless, i am more than what i thought of myself lately; what i cant do is throw myself into situations, blatantly.
throwing away the last minutes that has pass; my black-outs shine like daylight, and its sad.
i forgive me for displaying actions that doesn’t deduce to who i am; i have to start making a serious stand.
humans as species are untrustworthy creatures; we don’t deserve to live forever
~ Unknown POV

we as a species really believe anyone and anything is beneath us, for this is why our life-expectancy has grown short; we already don’t appreciate the limited time we have, and if we were immortal, I doubt we would possess moral support. everyone aches for affairs that aren’t truly needed; I mean how much time do you really need to become a decent human being?
living on the edge is knowing that your last day, just may be today; learn to be grateful for the fact that you’ve opened your eyes with lungs full of air in a safe place; not everyone is comfortable in their shelter, most people feel the streets rather a house is better!

to think, there’re people who truly feel death is beneath them; what a wake-up call they’ll face when they’re condemned. Without judgment or criticism, I am observing a life where people truly take the priceless aspects of being alive as witticism; don’t get me wrong, who wouldn’t want to live very long?
i appreciate the infinitesimal things in mortality, i emerge myself in each moment, knowing i will cherish each day until i graduate and be rewarded with eternal life through my spirituality!
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