Category Volume One

My Last Will Last

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what a productive day!

giving my father all the praise!

I had all that I needed today, I had the means and the will; I was able to provide, with just enough to pay the bill.

our tummies are full and we’re happy; giving us mercy, and grace, I’ll praise you gladly.

financially empty, but it’s okay; I will always be wealthy as long as I pray!

good or bad you make a way for me regardless Lord – revealing to me that no matter what, you know my heart blemishes gold.

I am not perfect, and don’t dare to be; to be close to a being who is, is all reason to love and thank thee, unconditionally..

new room*

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I was given an opportunity to explore a new room; it took a couple of sweeps with my broom.

I cleaned all the ungodliness of its space; it’s amazing how we run from the skeletons we create.

the world of yours can feel quite burdening; though it shouldn’t feel discouraging.

this room was a sensation related to smothering; I will release a power of exuberance as a covering.

I am augmenting my area; making the tone of my atmosphere more merrier.

a new owner is now running this; nothing but grace, mercy, and love is allowed.

I’m all aflutter by the choice of me being the successor; I’ve always had the prospect of knowing I could be anyone’s better…

front porch*

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on the edge of the threshold to my responsibility of freedom; looking only up, with faith that my steps won’t stumble as they come.

enjoying the aroma of this terra firma; taking in deep breaths, knowing my purpose goes even further.

exhaling disadvantageous energy out of my biography; giving me a fair margin to truly become an authentic me.

using all my senses to become one with all creation; saturating my judgement with a vest of salvation.

that kind of happiness lasts forever; no matter the circumstance of the weather!

10 second dream*

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in a car with someone unknown; ride with me, his lips said, I don’t want to be alone. though, there was no sound; still, it was extremely loud. I’m doing what I need to do, but I don’t feel proud…

Riding along a riverside; it’s daylight, but I don’t know the time. there’re trees everywhere as well; my surroundings feel familiar, still I can’t really tell…

there’re winks of apartment buildings I can’t identify; everything I’m encountering feels like a honest lie. I go from a dubious crowd; moving toward the apartments, and the sentiment feels cowed. these are actions of bombardment…

I’m working on figuring there should be something I should change; I don’t want a glint of images to affect what life will engage. it’s repetitive, and consistent – as if I’m receiving advice all in an instant…

I endure quite a lot; hurting in all the right AND wrong spots. I’m hungry for victory and freedom; I’m doing all I can to seek them. jumping in and out of myself; salvation is and will be my true wealth.

I will not be blinded by nescient thoughts; my faith will continue to protect my future, as my grace and love is outweighs every fault…

…dot dot dot…*

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I have so many talents; I end up doing so many things, that it becomes useless. my mind is always streaming, as if my thoughts are running background; you can’t see how it looks, but you can see how it sound…

I just want it to stop sometimes so that my mentation can sync; and it doesn’t, so I begin to feel myself sink. I do my best to grasp the essence of my abilities and it’s achievements; it gives me fuel to have something to believe in.

I have so many dreams listed as goals; doing all I can besides selling my soul. venting positivity, manifesting my words into a reality of my control.

signature in the dark*

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putting down the now; feeling the weather, enjoying it’s sound. bursting in bliss; all the time I am embraced with favor, and it’s never missed.

I am as positive as I can be; giving you everything you see, to believe. not in me but the movement, as well as the foundation; having faith in your own growth, so there will be any contemplation.

writing in the dark again; I think about my eyesight – what a blessed woman.

I have sight when I need it the most; handwritten will always be more classic than a social media post!

here I am as free as I could imagine; everything around me feels like magic! without having to pretend; I see people loves the true me enough to be a friend.

my surroundings can be quite astounding; I blend with the air as I walk as if the wind found me!

wonderful sunlight kisses on my forehead; unconditioned graced is was the experience – without having to beg.

constructing my own path, while in the shadow of another; withered with certain odds, most wouldn’t bother.

but I do!

rose grow faster in concrete – meaning your inequities could never subdue you!

i created a reflection*

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I’m fighting a younger part of myself; very vulnerable in this juncture, because of the weight it puts on my health. my child is a very special gift to me, he imitates what i’ve done as a child, and I consider that a bill of wealth.

it can be frustrating when you don’t know how to deal with a reflection of you; I drive myself insane, because those were the things I use to do! how can I discipline something like this.? I need a better point of view.!

what may have worked on my behavior, don’t work on this kid; he’s phased by nothing, so I tend to look up and pray to my savior, and that’s what I did…

I love my mini-me so much; even talking about him, makes me blush! raising him is something I don’t want rush – I am proud to be his mom and be able to watch him grow up!

Time to Cuss*

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focused on me – Shakia; fuck all the talk, I am a seer!

playing with things in life, like loyalty; KNOW that heathens were never rewarded royalty.

all I want is a fat blunt; to kick off my creativity, like a punt!

I’m tired of the routine bullshit; as much as I do, you would think there was a profit…

though, I sit back and think of it; maybe my purpose is to somewhat be a prophet.

so I guess there’s no more time to curse.

poor Thing*

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I don’t know if I’m rushing anything at this point, or has my patience lost its voice.

love is kind a tender; yet, I am emotionally distressed; the man that I love doesn’t render, I am depressed…

I love entirely too hard; never knew that reciprocation could be the challenging part!

must I slit my wrists, and give my life? just for you to be assured that I was chosen to be your wife.

I thought you was Romeo, and I was Juliet; oh how the tables feel turned, soon they’ll be a dead silence…