Fung-Shway*

is an energy force to harmonize individuals with their surrounding environment. The term feng shui literally translates as “wind-water” in English, but I like it better for the arrangement of my bedroom =)

Back in my segment; the sensation I feel, gives me such enlightenment.

create a mood, and energy in my space; the serenity is a vibe without words to explain.

making the environment adjust to me – I shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in a room I occupy daily.

I made a conscience decision, rather a choice; to unpack my life again – blocking out of the noise, I feel I’ve found my center within.

the emotion each time I leave, then enter – still remains peace. I can now hear myself again when I speak.

Discombobulated

a lot has piled up

I don’t need any luck

for a blessing to finance

putting worth into me

so one day I will see

I’m no longer an amateur

I will see the finish line first

she is a Victorian

me, I am the historian

I will fly again

I will fall, then learn

knowledge, is power I’ll always yearn

in future, I’ll be someone discerned

a wealthy mental state

evolving all persons into one face

always with joy

not allowing my life to a be played like a toy

I am mighty, even if I’m not a boy

surpassing generational curses

making its profit overflow my within my purse

I am solid

making my own way, dipping into no one’s wallet

Your Go*

I’m doing everything to focus my attention on otherwise. my love is to be treasure and cherished; like a privileged prize.

who I am to chase insecurities – I answer to only one God, through Christ Jesus has the authority. so I focus elsewhere; I am not the only one who go through things, I am aware. but to drag me along for no reason, isn’t something I find to be fair.

This new mode I set myself in, has me now as the bait. I’ve done my running, its your turn to chase – I’ll wait.

so expressive*

in tuned with my true freedom; its and exhilarating feeling, usually moments like that happen are seldom. right now though I could jump high enough to touch the ceiling. experiencing honest happiness, it can hit n a way that humbles you.

mind throttling to my senses; I’m wide open, and my fuses has blew. in all the most wonderful ways; cloud nine is so clichรฉ. though, the number eight has always been infinite, you see? the time we talk about, we spend it. making the things of the future be a wind of love, and a compassionate breeze.

my outlook on things evolve each moment I perceive; it gave me the power to only review and receive what I should learn to know – to make all things able to conceive. I hope you understand what I mean…

Plan A

talking about all things amazing, making life for me more entertaining. creating a new ozone with a better view of a team. that are truly about submitting and manifesting their dreams, just like me.

though what I’m saying most times sounds repetitive; my argument in it, is honestly relative. I’m on only my race and with myself, I wouldn’t think to let my heart and my mind become competitive.

timing down different tempos; seeing what other volumes I can go. without moving too fast or slow. I am doing things the way my heart was guided to do. when loyalty starts there, more faith begins to produce.

there are times I am cold, then hot; depending on the opportunity I got. I’m not the type to express certain things on the spot. I like to observe, and research before thinking I can stir the pot.

flutters*

in word form*

if it was meant to be said, then I’ll remember. something I’ve always told myself, so I would never feel hindered.

I say this because I just don’t spit it out. things I should speak on, is so hard to say aloud. not that I should anyway, but I am not proud.

I have to vow to myself this; speak your mind woman! no one’s opinion should stop it! be you – be me, I mean; I’m tired of looking like it seem. look at me and believe. truly, I am in a weird space; today this is somethin I have to face.

when words are spoken, they cannot be taken back. everything that come out my mouth, must always be fact. being a listening ear can be a beautiful thing – when there’s one listening in return – the things we decide to take in is what you learn.

roadway*

things go the way I need them to – not how I want it; personal gain isn’t what I want to pursue.

everyday I will reveal something – something new; they’re aren’t any old things I think I want to do.

it doesn’t appease me anymore, I need substance; something with a core.

going down a turnpike with people watching sideline – throwing out strips of spikes.

it’s good though, and it’s fine.

I’m still going to win and receive what’s mine.

it’s out of your sight; but it was made up in my mind.

Deep*

How Long is That?*


Can’t tell you as a matter of fact; I won’t talk smack – but I got your back. you’re not lazy and you don’t lack.

loving the view – especially when its like that! I knew when I bent down and sat.

stop – I’ll say.

giving me a piece of your soul, it was almost everyday. the vibrations we had – had its own place. jumping on a Pogo; making sure I’m not going to slow.

wanting to hear you moan a little more. by the end of it, the poor feline will be very soaked, and very sore.

Just Keep Writing*

Shakia

I’m probably writing the most amazing things; and don’t even realize it

joining this pen with paper has changed my mind around – I had to believe in me and it. these words I’m given; its just for me, a perfect fit.

preparing myself for something I don’t even see yet; Lord knows, when it happens these moments wont be forgotten. this will not be a regret

Appropriating my posture –

I will be in public eye exposing these monsters