illusions can appear to be appealing until you realize its true meaning; an obscure thought can often cloud your judgment in a wicked way, giving unworthy interludes and people the praise…
my passion has been ignited with a new flame, envisioning a rewrite of my own name; I am embraced with similar minds, placing myself in an immense network that continue to grow with time; taking heed from my elders because with wisdom comes age , and that’s divine…
prevail with dignity, focus on common wealth, not common enemies; growth should aspire, and I expect the same foundation when I retire.
I’ve suffered, even when it wasn’t my battle… I’m packing away my gift, and I’m running away by horse and saddle; I want to prosper in things I never thought I’d be good at, and sacrifice when it isn’t my turn to receive profit, and be fine with that…
I want to approach my blessings gracefully, making every move lucrative deliberately… I’m surrounding myself around wealth and networks, I want to absorb so much information that it makes my brain hurt…
who is she, he asked, and as I read it, it made me laugh; the mystery was who is he, and I’ve thought about it thoroughly…
reflecting on the fact that, he said, “you have the power,” not knowing that those words hit my soul, making my mind devour such an opinion; then, I realized that it was indefinitely true! I definitely have dominion…
a Queen that reigns in my own world; see I looked back at me, and its been that since a little girl… so who are you? how can you give me butterflies, while making me blue…?
I find myself sorting out many trains of thought, and I’m not sure of any of it, it’s background is almost aught – as they flow directly to my memory bank, and when its time, I draw a blank, when I want to write them down…
it hurts when you’re really into it – to be ready to express myself, and your mind just fail to remain fluid…
but any way, I feel free at this moment, releasing everything because there’s no reason to hold it… though, I am in love with what’s happening to me; embracing the good that’s going on with grace and peacefully…
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!
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!
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