front porch*

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!

…dot dot dot…*

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.

Still*

I don’t want what someone else has; it would just feel good to have love that last

I get in my emotions about my relationships; I do my best to look at them as lessons for future companioship

I know I am an amazing woman; I am gentle, firm and polished. still, I find myself being treated foolishly. and all I can feel is demolished.

I am standing still now; it’s my turn to be the one that is found. honest faith is how blessings make their delivery; and my confidence will be more than just figuratively.

a Two Part[er]*

wondering what will come next; just the recognition and reward would feel best.

the satisfaction of making a name for me, would be very appreciating!

soon these markings will be a treasure; royalties gained by it, the weight will not be able to measure – not even a bit!

I’m getting tired, but I will not stop unless the reason is dyer.

keep going, I tell myself almost everyday! any other advice would be useless to say.

the level I am at, needs a continuous push to keep my drive!

only then will I move my encouragement to the next step to survive…

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