looking right at the definition of peace there was a moment of matrimony, but there was no priest; I am treated well, and given much respect, wanting for absolutely nothing, there’s never a moment of neglect.
singing it’s heart out, letting me in, showing me clearly what love is truly about; I am loved, and it’s showing no doubts. the way I feel right now, words can never found. I am blessed in so many ways, yet it’s still early in the days…
I realized there was much to explore
Leading to myself into a legacy;
Instead running from what was for me
I walked right in, and it was an audience;
Waiting for my poised accordance
My value though, could never be afforded;
In that room are opportunities, blessings
It’s up to you if you decide to collect them, or make them into lessons
Short stories are kind of like that, messing up can be quick
Though, cleaning it up can make a story 1000 pages thick
Still can’t make sense of it
Open it up and walk through that door;
It could be so much that you can explore!
we have three faces they say; the one we show to the world, the one we should to our family, and the one we see, ourselves at the end of day. exploring the nature of merging all three; I’ve become infatuated with the idea. to be a complete and whole being; as one person without fear.
having absolute control on what you want people to see; how would that affect the world’s decree? by using false prophecies to mute when you speak; in other words, blasphemy!
life usually gets rough in the middle of your days – hence, mid-life crisis’ is what it was called yesterday. with dirt and gravel, produces foundation for new comings. whether it’s a new way of living or drastic shift in your shortcomings…
when you see, feel or do anything, when is it right? anything, is questionable when you have to question spite. only speaking from experience, thinking everything is cool. then realizing in the end that I was just being used.
moving forward is always the solution, but what about my salvation, and revolution?
letting it go is something easier said, as well. All these years, closure is what binds us to dwell. wrong again! that’s fine too, mistakes are lessons, [we were born in sin].
my dream catcher has a lot in its net; experiencing them at all was something I use to never expect. look at me now though, writing my butt off whether I do or don’t know. there’s always opportunity, and it’s never late when it comes to growth!
I had things to expose, to figure out what? only God knows, but when I found out, there will be stories told. whether they’re true or not, that’s up to the speaker, not that it matters, because truth never fold.
loosening my belt to make room; creating space in my bosom; I need moments with less heartache and more space to bloom. Tiresome, is what I feel when I think about it; though, I don’t deter from the mission, I’m getting to where I need to be, no longer with permission.
I’m not on loan, I am a woman owned – by me! No way would I take direction from someone else’s shoes. that’s not my path so I’ll always refuse. I’m here to stay with all the energy and elements that make up my being; I am a power source that produce light whenever it’s needed!
Exposure should be for the greatness in our accomplishments. No longer will I accept any more opinionated banishments – positivity will only be approved, and I will be taking nothing less than that!
being patient is like allowing life just to happen. I have realized that there are things you really cant manipulate, and that’s ok. when the inevitable get’s involved, know that what was for you – would be yours anyhow; you are obligated to all your blessings no matter how long it takes to receive them. time is what it is; though we try to get ahead of it; even times where we can actually make that happen, we don’t realize it until we get behind again. rambling on – but this is sensible stuff, no pulling wisdom out of thin air, just using the gift of common sense to apply better awareness…
stop allowing the anxiety of opportunity get the best of you; there are many ways to see things in a better view. appointed to things you may not think you deserve; can turn negativity into a positive curve – even though having front row seats to so many problems can work on your nerves. that’s fine, it’s natural; we all have our days, and that’s factual!
My daydreams often involve lights and tunnels toward my future; on a short journey to get closer to what’s peculiar.. In my happy place with rainbows and unicorns; hearing beautiful music played by beautiful horns…
I am imagining my success in whatever makes me complete; you may think this is weird, but this is how I see. Daydreaming is like a visual manifestation of what will be my reality!
verse by verse I’ve given myself an unique style, and as I write, my thoughts begin to make a sound; diversifying what most people think is abnormal, so the things I say can appear to be paranormal…
becoming what I need to be, instead of what I want to be; exposing a mount of gratitude and mercy, I just want to maintain a better attitude…
the things people would do for personal gain, has always sent intriguing sparks to the brain, from this, I’m ready to move forward and learn from these things, because I have been training and preparing for a real change…
my head is sore, the work I do can sometimes be a repetitive bore. all the foolishness, I try to ignore; people like to play, as if someone’s taking score… there’re people that I do adore. and there’re those that I would take pleasure in beating to the floor…
four days I’ve been in this room, I’ve been bored, content, and blue; I’m learning that being alone, isn’t always lonely, and that it’s ok when people can’t afford me…
my body scares me sometimes, when I’m unwell, it doesn’t always give me a sign. Thank God that when it comes to my health, there is no pride…
I’m under the weather, and the sunlight is doing it’s best to help me be better; the climate is confused, cloudy cold, but a sky that is a bright baby blue…
I’m taking in the wind; with it blowing in so many directions, it’s hard to tell where it begin… It’s a graceful thing how nature harmonize that way, the way the air blows the strongest trees with a certain sway…
An autumn season, with a winter chill, I’m no longer sure that being cold is a healthy way to feel…
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