see what I won’t do is break my heart; I won’t tear my life apart! I’m gonna make sure I excel; I won’t send myself to hell…
I’m looking out for my own well-being; I’m making my own agreements.
I control this ship; I won’t allow my plans to publicly slip.
finding solace within the bounds of my own intellection; going toward profound places, to call my ascension in recollection. I am overly confident in the executions i plan on making; the job that i’ve inherited will now be a bequest awakening. every opportunity I have bestowed, shows that i use all necessary means to prove out anything I’ve been told.
we use each other in a diplomatic form; trying our very best to be proper in the agreements that were born. i am a shade pink anyone could understand; the road i’m taking has outrageous seams that are more than bland.
it all sounds wildly put together, but i promise you this is me explaining why in many ways, i am better. there are no specifics to elaborate on; what i can say is most inspiration was conceived from a time where i felt scorned.
I shouldn’t have indulged my way through the day like I did; the behavior that keeps boggling my mind has not rid.
dishonorable in many areas; acting out the energy of hysteria.
it was foul and mindless, i am more than what i thought of myself lately; what i cant do is throw myself into situations, blatantly.
throwing away the last minutes that has pass; my black-outs shine like daylight, and its sad.
i forgive me for displaying actions that doesn’t deduce to who i am; i have to start making a serious stand.
I write like I may forget what I have to say; as if there’s not enough time in the day! Imaginative and liberal in my words – some are appeasing, others are absurd. But it’s my freedom of speech; you don’t know what I may teach… whether its an opinion or fact; it’s my choice to say this or that
i’m finding more time to live the way i want, and as i get older, the less i desire to flaunt; I’ve began to cipher my words in plain sight, to keep eavesdroppers, from using my life for evil, out of spite.
i don’t run anymore, i have so much to accomplish, and many settlements to score; my way of having peace is seeing with my own eyes, the great things i can conceive.
life feels really good, even though things seem to be very bad; i’m fighting my battle in keeping myself from being depressed and sad.
i pray everyday for the better, especially for my child’s sake; i want him to know that his mommy worked hard for us every night and every day.
my feelings seem to be relatable to many people, we’re unmasking ourselves as if we’re see-through; my mind is in God’s hands, in it’s entirety, my body is his temple in it’s totality.
thank you Lord for giving me the gift of communication, and being able to get my message out in many variations; i back what i say by doing things that I won’t regret, even after i may have been fooled once, i will never forget.
Sitting on a bench looking into a panorama, that is releasing all stress and background drama; being a part of its rapture, encompassing what I’ve captured.
The sight couldn’t be explained good enough, as I’m doing it now, it’s very tough; adhering to God’s creations, each moment gives me a blissful imagination.
Walking the hill along it’s horizon, feeling as if I’m walking on mount Zion; turning my back to that kind of view was inconceivable, but knowing I can come back makes it treatable.
the light in your eyes, radiates even the darkest skies; you heart blooms as wide as a hibiscus-sun frizzle, that warms my soul like warm milk; it makes me giggle; with laughter brings a long bill of health, and I appreciate it like lungs full of breath.
I’m impressed with the effort of your affection; though, it becomes undesirable when you prove that you are perfection. lets start in the middle, because the beginning fades quickly and future is more of a solved riddle; give me battalions of time, show me that I am the priority, that its always me that you decide!
your love alone is good enough; I want to be sure that you aren’t a bluff; be my the armor like the shell of an armadillo, so that my heart won’t shatter, but can fall on an eternal pillow. shower me with scads of rain, bring me assurance that wouldn’t bring hurt or pain.
the way you soak my mind intimately with vigor, causes multitudes of butterflies to implode within my center; you polish me with affirmation that covers me like a coat, with all the good things I can list, you’d think you were the goat!
freedom is dangerous when bondage is your economy; the way my world unfolds feels like an anomaly.
identify who you are, without the inclusion of one’s opinion; there is only one person in charge of you’re dominion.
the best thing to learn about yourself is to know you better than the people in your life; nursing your esteem throughout any criticism, despite.
don’t allow the hunger of succession possess you; remember who you are back then, now, and for your future too.
with liberation comes responsibility, freedom isn’t free will as we assume; yet, even free will has to pay its dues.
isolation is dangerous, especially when you’re deep in your head; you miss out on the opportunity to leap on faith when it is said.
you are a heavyweight, who understands who you are; allowing only a select few in your circle to have the strength to carry you afar.
your life is important it wasn’t created to be a waste; we all have potential to better ourselves, as well as the control of one’s fate.
when you’re mind is of thoughts that can be paralyzing; remember to apply faith and positivity, to flood your mind with things less terrifying.
stress can be quite thwarting; for that, is why its best to keep good people around who are supporting.
when it comes to your life, you can’t lay back and play dead to a lion; you have to fight hard for you, as if your five senses were made of iron.
will you be the man I am given to, or will you be the man to give me away
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