locomote*

emancipating my worries has taught me how to release and not bury – for healing, you should never feel you have to be in a hurry…

time can be free if you use it wisely – I’ve made that mistake, but I also take responsibility, without any pride in me…

the world and I have a peculiar kinship with explicit boundaries [determining its ambience, even that varies] – I like to think that I transition similar to binaries…

my creativity doesn’t make sense until it’s employed to a circumstance that can seem [to me] immense; analyzing mistakes made by self infliction, can make the finish line appear farther down the road…

basically all I’m saying is I cannot complain if I am a willing to devote.


just imagine*


true love is when mother-nature wraps her arms around you, and to me, I see it as a profound move; I’m seeking things of a different attitude, and honestly, it gives me a better attitude… these things I say is true, it’s a challenge I’m not willing to lose…

give me a break*

wonders of wanderlust, the taste of life right now is robust; jumping the broom, crossing over leaving my old shell in another room – burning it down, smelling the unscented fume, this feeling can’t be refused…

sheltering my special view, to look toward a better perspective that will infinitely continue; discovering new techniques, whilst seeking out the things that make me unique. creating a whole new physique –

introducing the old structure, with a new silhouette of growth to meet… savoring the, “hand me down” wisdom – abiding the, “been there, done that[s]”, so that I can build a better kingdom…

evolve*

as I am getting closer to the end of this mission, I remain strong beyond life’s intermissions; fashioning sacrifices isn’t always an attractive choice – comprises seem to devoid any options to voice…

success has found its way, and moving up wasn’t progressing that fast, though, faith is a powerful tool to have…

I’m removing the third person, there’s no need for a faction; focusing on the main goal to remove all distractions…

third I*

I’m surfing through different information

to be more understanding, to have a broader conversation…

I am a neat person, until it’s time to write it down

it can get squiggly without the margin and the lines

the frequencies that vibes within my brain

it causes an outdoor noise,

and that at the present moment,

it feels insane

I am embellished with prayers since birth

i’m consistantly covered by the blood

so my spirit will never have to hurt

innee-outee*

from my point of view I am thankful for the opportunities I chose not to turn away, subsequently, I am person that side with grace; being an emphatic person I subject myself to being happy with what the day allowed, it can tire my physical body, but my spiritual mind is with me, to help guide and sort through the feelings I may face.

there are times where I question if a shooting star is something magical, or if it’s a dark meaning that shows an angel falling from the heavens, not to be radical but, there’re duties to be done; searching for those kind of answers can send your mind on more of a spring shower, and with clear skies, before you’d endure a brainstorm – there are steps to this, and I am only on the first one.

its early*

early this morning I felt a need to just gaze into a blank space, and all I seemed to experience, was peace; the time elapsed was only three seconds, though, it feel like it all lasted for hours to me; the perception felt amazing, it helped me focus on the good things; fading away from the dwellings of the worst – on an expedition toward putting my happiness first…

decoding my conceptions, without necessarily forcing it; problems can be brought upon us due to simply making the wrong choice; life in my realization, is a form of roulette – where everyone has a voice, and too much of anything can produce a lot unnecessary noise…

I’m doing my best to be thorough, without throwing a fit, and at the moment I am pleased; I choose to abstain the corruption of someone else’s mind, simply because it isn’t my disease…

I don’t mean to sound cryptic, but I am being as veracious as I can to explain how quick innocence can be revoked; I just been through plenty, and to see other’s prosper because of it, hurts to core – because it shows that reciprocity was a cloak…

morpheus*

grasping your attention with details that would only matter in person; all eyes on you, believing anything exaggerated, simply because you didn’t attend the excursion…

daily, I laugh at myself – because of how creative I can be, studying who I am, and prioritizing it to be something I do habitually; I just may be talking (per usually), then later you realize, I’m some super wise ass fairy, who doesn’t really take it lightly toward those who condemn; someone who was given momentary power to drop really heavy gems. again, this is why I laugh, extending my years on earth, with endless doors I decide to add to my path…

I’m something else – literally. I’m a rare breed, whose hair sheds like wool; an unfamiliar cloth; the need to levitate to me is worse that a flame story with the moth…I give off the power to create acoustics of spoken word, without making one sound, although I’m not going for subliminal ways to make you feel gullible; there’s only blindness when your ignore the infallible…

when I write, I put everything I feel into these inked markings, so you can genuinely understand me for my sunshine, and not for my darkness…