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…
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
my spirit opens up in a way that makes me feel uncertain,
and it’s unclear if I am indulging by being informed
or involved by being observant;
it can also feel like a burden…
I wonder a lot about my dreams,
trying to apply suggestions to place me in a proper scene…
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.
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…
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…
I don’t know… I’m just running my mouth, but I do pray that everything I say rise above all doubt…
Europa
there’s a burst of indescribable feelings that resonate when I hear this tone; not saying I need it to be identical, but it’s that type of love that makes me want to be alone…
reflecting on indisputable sacrifices, is what often bring me to tears; knowing that the time spent, was barely three-hundred and sixty-five days, when we could’ve been going on two years…
make me feel appreciated; endure the day to day of mood swings that can make me most agitated – stay with me, be there for me; don’t margin with false claims, but instead be enlightened with honesty…
in the here and now find me attractive in ways that can’t be dismissed, ensure my security in the affection you express; withdraw from any intention for your love to stand down, nor digress…
conceal our bond with the covenant of the Lord to strengthen our unity; saying yes only when God allows such purity…
approaching everything full force, bad times and naïve decisions are divorced; I’m made to be capable – embracing and utilizing myself to be made to go… to be prepared for life’s best times, focusing on the business that is on my mine… pushing my success head on, until everyone is thoroughly impressed, with my new throne…
still finding the words, as if I am on a voyage; analyzing every move, like something was stolen; I’m envisioning a plan that could successfully play out, trying to find what this adventure is really about…
my spirit is so free, it’s now feeling out of body, I am away, but not hiding, though no one could ever find me; compelled by the time that was selected to freeze, realizing there were moments that couldn’t appease…
vowing to understand my path, walking carefully making calculated advances without math; comprehending that each moment will eventually pass…
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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