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.
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 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?”
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.
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?
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.
When I come across images of such, my heart crumbles and I become angry at the world. So many of our young girls are subjected to feeling that they’re not enough. That they don’t fit the criteria of what is beautiful and accepted in the world.
I’ve seen our young women defile their bodies to look like the woman in the photo. It needs to stop! Once you give the world the ability to tell you how you should be and think, it won’t stop at that. The world only takes, then turns around and judges you for taking. The world tells you that your body is lacking, you get implants to be accepted and that same thing you got to be accepted, they ridicule you about.
Love who you are! Love your body, love your image, love everything about yourself. Why? Because not even the individual who you’re allowing to alter your beauty knows the first step that came in creating you. You are one of a kind ,why would you ever want to change that just to blend in with the crowd.