Retaining inspiration to better my situation; another may see gray and think gloom, whereas I see a rainbow from my perception.
Gray to me is that fine line that petrifies folks; panicking, without realizing that it takes away your sanity once invoked.
I am ingenious, layered with principles that pushes me infinitely toward transcendence; as I continue, I realize that where I was weakened, is now a strength of independence.
Connecting to an inexperienced part of who I am; Undressing layers as each day pass – as if it’s an intimate promised land.
Any philistine that tamper with my devotion, shows the value of their time; my destination is inevitable, detours never put me in the position to ever run behind.
I am focused and resilient toward the path paved for me; mindfulness has kept my thoughts from feeling superfluous and empty – giving my mind more care and healing therapy.
going off the rails, whilst smiling harder than I ever have, all because i took a chance on defining faith; as I absorb all of this energy, i lose interest in the diversions that got me to this place.
It’s giving, “Finally!” – because the grunt of the lesson is behind me!
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The room is still on high frequency
-I’m awake, yet it feels like a dream
being embraced like that, was the definition of intimacy
-God knows, nothing is what it seem
I’m in anguish by the way things are conditioned
-As a woman , it’s hard not to display emotion
I get mad often, because, what happened to my choices and decisions
-Why can’t i just be the focus?
I’m interpreting my current train of thought
-thinking of the fights that i’ve fought
there’s a tug of war between running onward, or away from my issues
-really putting in the work, hoping the strategy isn’t misused
encapsulated by worries i shouldn’t dwell on
-focusing on my breathing – hoping this moment don’t last long
You never know who may be watching
-being strong isn’t walking, but marching
Make your decisions significant
-announce the respect you yearn to implement
Be with grace, and speak with honor
-deceit has never done anything, but make any situation harder
Almost close to home
-as I get closer, I begin to feel alone
Do I really want that many hands out?
-I don’t desire emotions of doubt
With prospect I realized I enjoy to give
-thereof, I really had to learn how to forgive
Taking action in developing a first impression
-empathizing where i see fit with digression
I’ve been shuffling around, looking for a vantage point
-Envious thoughts are rebuked, I am someone conjoint
I want to be united within, the without doesn’t reflect the true image
-I’m playing this field aggressively; the vibes are showing an intense scrimmage, culminating passively
Understand why I refrain from asking questions
-finding the guidance is more than suggestion
Give me time though
-I look onward, and not into long ago
My mind circulate with many proposals
-digesting on the actions revealed as noble
Identifying my legacy without menace
-espousing a mind that’s conscientious
“A still tongue makes a wise head.” Do much thinking before you do much talking.”
– ALFRED J. PARKER
the names we use create life experiences – and mine has created a kindred nature with the desire to associate in friendship and understanding both socially and in the business world.
Peaceful and settled conditions can often appeal to me; Naturally, I am desirous with having the security of home, where my life can follow a definite pattern, where I don’t have to make major decisions.
even though its rare, I find it difficult to take a definite stand, partly because of what I may be lacking [maybe confidence] – I also dislike any issues which create disputes between people.
Procrastination is a nasty habit which often, what you can call a weakness of my nature, causing an inability to always complete plans or concentrate too long.
I need to see a concept presented completely before I can understand it, and if I can’t understand it – I come to my own conclusion, often failing to listen to and reason out another’s point of view
I resist being forced into change and can become almost impervious to new ideas.
I desire refinement, understanding and appreciation, yet sometimes my outward attitude does not reveal my innermost feelings, and thus, I have never felt truly understood.
the fan is blowing in one direction, while the wind moves wherever; my fireplace shows the illusion of flames, though, no warmth comes from it - I'm just setting the tone for a mental endeavor. comfort is imperative; facing a door labeled "opportunities", hoping that when I walk through it, it changes my narrative..
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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