I am filled with words even when I feel like my mind went blank – I immediately observe. Then think.
My technique has a couple holes; still, God knows my heart and soul.
Inspired by the little things [it’s where the signs are] and I’m taking it in.
Clutching the pure joy it brings; as so, I grasp the many blessing of its memory.
Slowly healing each scar; I’m confident that I don’t have that far.
justice is facing all circumstances with grace, because words are power, it’s always a time, and a place… take your time, this moment you cannot scour – there’s no need to move with haste, be patient in growth, be a flower… to do things out of love, can make one who may feel below average, rise above; give encouragement blindly, then pray that it is defining…
be confident at your lowest, give thanks even when it consists of your misfortunes; signify who you yearn to become, place oneself in the position to be second to none…
manifest your needs, and desires will inevitably follow; consistently expose the things that should change today, never wait for tomorrow; create some mental space, and free yourself from needless sorrow…
I’m surfing through different information
to be more understanding, to have a broader conversation…
I am a neat person, until it’s time to write it down
it can get squiggly without the margin and the lines
the frequencies that vibes within my brain
it causes an outdoor noise,
and that at the present moment,
it feels insane
I am embellished with prayers since birth
i’m consistantly covered by the blood
so my spirit will never have to hurt
there’s a burst of indescribable feelings that resonate when I hear this tone; not saying I need it to be identical, but it’s that type of love that makes me want to be alone…
reflecting on indisputable sacrifices, is what often bring me to tears; knowing that the time spent, was barely three-hundred and sixty-five days, when we could’ve been going on two years…
make me feel appreciated; endure the day to day of mood swings that can make me most agitated – stay with me, be there for me; don’t margin with false claims, but instead be enlightened with honesty…
in the here and now find me attractive in ways that can’t be dismissed, ensure my security in the affection you express; withdraw from any intention for your love to stand down, nor digress…
conceal our bond with the covenant of the Lord to strengthen our unity; saying yes only when God allows such purity…
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…
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!
my head is sore, the work I do can sometimes be a repetitive bore. all the foolishness, I try to ignore; people like to play, as if someone’s taking score… there’re people that I do adore. and there’re those that I would take pleasure in beating to the floor…
mustard seed faith, will follow my namesake; i am powerful with superpowers, and i don’t need a cape!
i soar through the sky without wings – I still have the ability to fly, and it’s a blessing.
locking my eyes on accomplishments, that’ll be well worth the compliment.
diving into places of the ocean deep; wandering around aquatic floors, that doesn’t need words to speak
floating around like an exultant mermaid, making discoveries of a hidden display
it reveals an inner peace money can’t buy
egotical urges go away, as well as my pride
watching many fish pass me by; in the deep blue of many in disguise
I’m growing larger in size; to those a bit smaller, could be a sure demise.
empowering sunshine to blind dark emotions
I’m feeling very blessed and specifically chosen
I am dedicated to a path that only can be understood, not explained
I stray from boasting, but I do ensure myself, that this isn’t in vain
zoning out, because I can
I’ve never been the one to curse another to be damned
I bellow with adrenaline, that cannot be elaborated
even still, I do my best not to make any mistakes.
Europa's Space Of Poetry 
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