A Poem Entitled: Close to Me

As I close my eyes, your lips touch mine

The cosmic explosion between my thighs

Natures elements confound

Do you hear the sound?

The earth is whisk through the air

The ground I once danced upon has disappeared

Fire, you cradle me with your warmth

As the stormy sea tries to tear us apart

A pirates search has come to an end

For the treasure found, a million men cannot comprehend.

Daily Observation

There is something about watching a person do something that they love. Those emotions you see being acted out in their giving. They say you can’t see the soul but I see yours. I see it when you’re happy, I see it in your gratitude and in your giving. That little glimpse keeps me wanting more…

My Day

My days aren’t filled with major breakthroughs and accomplishments. For example, today I did my daily devotion, yoga, went to the bank, came home; in between that time read a little and crossed off about 7 activities on my to do list of today. Now to me that is very big because all those activities are very important to me. To another person it may sound dull. I always come to a pause when the question of what did you do today comes up. Here is my preferred answer, “What did I do today? I was awaken with life and I spent the day being most grateful, humble and happy. What did you do today?”

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A Poem

Writing to connect to my soul

I honestly don’t know.

Working the graveyard shift 

From 12 to 6

Uncommitted so I freestyle this shit.

A series of neurons send signals throughout my brain

Recalling what once was forgotten

In hopes of deciphering the untold truths of the mind.

Redefined but yet still flawed

Mighty but even the greatest has fall. 

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Question

How do you make that desire for change remain?

I ask myself all the time.. I get super inspired and then it just fades away. Is it me? Do I not want it enough? Maybe I didn’t show enough effort? What is it that I’m not doing?

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Question

To cut ones hair,

Is it an act of Confidence? Self Acceptance. The phrase: my hair isn’t what makes me beautiful, so deal with it!
Or merely a plea of Emotional Distress. The idea that: my ex loved my long hair, I need to get rid of it or I just won’t get rid of him.

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Still Processing..

I have a different heart than most. And part of me feels like people take advantage of that. It’s like, if someone does me bad, my immediate thoughts aren’t to sabotage them or get back at them. I feel hurt, yeah, but then I pity them cause they missed out on something uplifting.