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…
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…
no more running behind what a person should feel for me, I never needed validation, my presence alone speaks…
I do have a habit of talking, just to do as such, and it appears to be a lot, when it really isn’t much; I put fire to those that are flammable, I’ll eat at the flesh of your façade, kind of like a cannibal…
there’re stars for the sky; trees for the earth’s air supply, ongoing changes on my horizon, that shake your world like Poseidon… committed in all the best ways; free in my thoughts. never to be enslaved.
flood me with optimism, keep me from thinking that with you, its pessimism; pronounce me as an euphoric light, let me be the reason your world is bright; fill me with intimate confidence; make your love wear down my continence…
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!
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…
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