You smell like rotten dreams, festering in a corner somewhere
Dirty little truths and half eaten lies that have never seen the light of day.
You smell like regret, boisterous and vile, like degrading expectations molding over from the wetness of your tears
You wreak of solitude
You try to mask it over with an air of superiority
Hoping no one notices the foul stench emanating from your soul.
You smell of death, the death of a happiness
You cling on to its bones in the hopes it might reanimate again.
Throw out all that garbage from the byways of your mind, those pretty catalogs of what it was supposed to be like.
Break free. Stop being an emotional hoarder. Because until you do, everything you do, will continue
To cause you
Friday, September 22, 2017
Monday, August 28, 2017
I am a thinker.
I am constantly brainstorming.
Perhaps that's why
Grey hairs form
Like lighting across my brow.
It leads one to believe
That getting older
And more conscience of decisions
And the energies around
Are signs of
In(ner) lighting meant to manifest in actions and verbs.
Thursday, August 17, 2017
I stand in the middle of your hurricane and yet find peace
I see no flaws in your broken imperfection
each fragment seems to reflect the light of a thousand ancient stars
the energy of all times seems to radiate through your scars
I am drawn near by the silence of your darkness
the shadows of the words you refuse yet to speak
I find my thoughts wander, led by my eyes
And I wonder how I find your bitterness is so sweet
all that you say is refuse I see as art
all that sighs is but melodious tones
and scarcely will you shake my unyielding devotion
anymore that you might shake the sinews from your bones
I am here
by divine assignment
I am called to heal you by the forces beyond
I am called to balance the forces you contend with within you
I am called to make the wars within you
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
They will try to destroy you in the physical world
With empty words, crude and twisted
Judging and presuming
By what their imperfect eyes can see
They cannot fathom your dimensions
Or comprehend your power
Or appreciate the resplendent nature of your beauty because it is spiritual.
Spiritual is beyond the realms of understanding of a physical person.
Effectively they are blind in a way you cannot possibly teach them to see.
So perhaps you are misunderstood.
Perhaps you are not as fly as
As charming as
As witty as
As flirty as that person that everyone seems to think is special.
But it is better to be socially conscious and active
Than merely social.
It is better to be soul food than eye candy
It is better to manifest eternally
Than to merely be focused internally
Because the spirit means life