Baby, sometimes...you have to log off in order to get your life together and get your work done. And, beloved...that's okay! Just do it...
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Baby, sometimes...you have to log off in order to get your life together and get your work done. And, beloved...that's okay! Just do it...
Darling, I learned how to be everything, but myself. Yet, now that I've grown, worked on myself, and found my true self...let me tell you...the pleasure to meet others is always mine. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. This love isn't for the faint of heart. Positive change comes when you step into my world. And, I make no apologies for it. Sorry, not sorry, beloved. You're in for a wild ride and a crazy time.
Maybe, what I write isn't poetry. Maybe these pages I pen are my souls cries that I share in poetry and prose. Maybe I am not an author but only a human, trying to be heard after being silenced for so long...
Know when and when not to speak. Everything doesn't need your voice or energy. Somethings can and should simply be left alone...
Honestly...I'm afraid to let people into my world because nobody has ever stayed long enough to get to know me...As I get older, that loneliness that comes from being sheltered and isolated, weighs heavily. Now, I can't help but question...is it wrong to to long for a true friend or yearn for true love? Is it bad to need more while still afraid of being so close to someone, after learning and working on myself for so long?
Give yourself permission to be, to live, to breathe, to work, and to relax. You're human. Not a machine. It's okay to take it slow and enjoy the experience you're having in the moment. There's no reason to rush or drain yourself dry to prove your value or worthiness. You are and have always been enough, valuable, worthy, loved, and belonged. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!
Reaching for the stars I've collected as I wished upon them; I'd say quiet prayers from innocent lips about things I never understood as a child. Wide-eyed wonder was what reality had always been to me. A fantasy worth dreaming, but the nightmares are what woke me up, abruptly. The aches and pains of generations plague me. Quickly, I grew up to survive and protect myself. Grown seemed like the dream because freedom was involved. I just wish I knew about life's disclaimer - warning: adults at war
Make a space and be sure that there's room for whatever it is you're trying to create. No one else has your unique voice, vision, or velocity to masterfully display your unique skill, talent, and craft. YOU have to become THE CREATOR - build exactly what was put on your heart, in your mind, and purposed for YOU to manifest in this life. NOBODY ELSE can execute your purpose, project, and plans, BUT YOU. So, stop procrastinating! Go on, get to it! You got this! Everything you need is inside you!
"I'm sorry. Forgive me." I didn't know that one day you would need me, the way I needed you back then. I guess, it was silly of me to believe the lie you told me habitually. You know the one, where you said "You might need me now, but I don't need a soul to carry me anywhere on earth." It's crazy, how deceitful man becomes when wrapped up in their own denial and insanity. I mean, look at what you've became and look at what you wanted me to become. "Thank god!" I never followed in your footsteps.
Who am I to question you? Who am I to concern myself on what you do and how you live? Who am I? Who am I? Should I judge you? Should I criticize your ways? Should I reprimand your actions and reactions? Should I correct your stance? Should I question your allegiance? Should I try to strip your of your honor, dignity, integrity, and respect? Who am I to do that? Who am I? Who the hell am I to do such a thing? And who the hell are you? Who are you to be so entitled? Who are you? Do you know?
Damn it, I can't stay quiet. I must make a noise. A sound will escape my lips. Words will roll off my tongue. My volume will be elevated. My voice will be heard. But, when and how...well, that's all up to you...
We've been through a lot over the years. So, may you find everything you've been looking for in life. Yet, I pray it brings you hope, health, and healing; instead of harm. For I think you've experienced enough of it in this lifetime. Maybe, this is your chance to rest and humbly become who you're predestined to be. However, if not...that's okay too. I still wish you the best, beloved. I just can't be there by your side to witness it, upclose and personal any longer. I'm sorry...
Though I have not seen your face, I have heard your words. I am intrigued by your usage of vibes infused into lines, used to captivate my mind and place me under your spell with your most powerful imagery and pronunciations, that leave me tongue-tied, aching, completely undone, every time we meet in my head, wordsmith.
Darling, you can say all of the right things to a person, but it doesn't mean they'll be able to understand, accept, or receive what you are saying. Even when you meet them where they are and speak in a way that they could understand. And, you know what? Sometimes, that's okay. It might not be their time to come into position, purpose, power, awareness, or understanding. Everyone has their path to work. You just make sure you're walking accordingly. Preaching and living accordingly to your own.
Life is a book of poetry, so full of imagery, similes, and metaphors. We got stanzas, meters, rhythm and words. Words that tell the stories we've heard, experienced, or created as we share the stage like slam poets. Some of us have found our voices, others are just now discovering theirs. Whether boldly confident or overly frightened...our voices are heard and our hearts are read - through ink, through sweat, or tears. We share the spotlight and the mic, graciously, to amateurs and legends, alike...because we know that our purpose is exposed after we've faced the dark room full of strangers watching us, just as we were forced to face the person in the mirror reflected back at us. This is where where creation begins and the battle continues...when all things start out as rhema...
I appreciated your generosity in giving me what you have. However, respectfully, I had to decline your leftovers and even more so your crumbs. Because you invited me out, told me I didn't have to worry about anything, but switched up on me at the table while ordering beyond your means. I had a complimentary water and an empty plate. I watched you eat. Yet, I was good company, entertaining. Even left a tip. This isn't about food but principles. Be mindful of the seat, table, and company you keep!
Darling, if I could I'd sit and talk to you for hours. Just to see a smile on your face, I'd take away your pain if you'd let me. There's nothing I want more than to see you content and joyful. I know life has it's storms, but I'll weather them all by yourself, if you'd allow. You're the kind of person I'd love to have around. A safe haven in the midst of chaos. My refuge when all is lost. You're slowly becoming a part of my world and I just want to he in your daily orbit, beloved...