Life penetrates with a saber like light.
The Dark deception-
Reverse the verdict, and turn failure into lesson-
Learned, and learning….
The Burning of Candle on both ends.
Time singeing its stain into frame.
Would say to this Spiritual display.
I give them a taste of Life anyway.
No way I will betray this inner desire for a light that shines the brighter.
As the Darkness dims….
For This Dream…,
I Fight on…!
A Tool for the Builder!
Too be used to fulfill their inner Drive to Strive to Enter the realm of the Hopeless, with the intent of bringing Hope with this-
“CREATE DONATIONS, by checking off your Travel bucket list!”
“HOW CAN WE DO THIS?”
This is no Wish, there is a vehicle that exist.
Directing much needed Finacial assistance-
Hope is where acts of Compassion exit hearts leaving positive marks,
Just by Traveling….
Welcome to the battlefield, next to the minefield, in-between being healed from being torn in two… Split between revenge for betrayal… might go grenade-l!🔥 Exploding previous preconceptions. Teaching doubters a lesson… “Time waits for no one….”
Passion paints with perfect detail.
A courage presses against me pushing Me,
Departing from Fears as they faid into Ash.
Burned as I leave doubts atmosphere…
I waited for this!
My Chance too Pursue the hidden Life..,
I think about the unknown of time..,
“I have to walk this line…”
So I took the veil of the blind, and ripped it in two–
I see twin views
Missing time sensitive queues–
I’ve got to lose this!
“Remove this block-aid!”
MY Soul is thirsty for the taste of Freedoms rain,
Free from self-imposed pain;
I’ve got to retrain and maintain:
Spirit, Soul, and Body-
What do we do?
Do we choose to lose this friendship for a potential love forever after,
or do we risk pain-
we may never come to this place again;
Torn from remaining friends, we walk away from each others hurt feelings
never again speaking,
Do we venture into this wondrous bliss;
should we enlist this forbidden kiss,
or do we stay-
What do we do?
I hold on to the dream of a King;
dreaming of a world-wide accord,
people actually striving together to reach the finish-line at the same-time;
if we all walked with one mind disagreements would become hard to find
walking with eye’s open,
wide is the view as we push through hatred, bigotry, and racism
finally able to see we all bleed the same scarlet shade,
so why can’t we be sista’s and brotha’s?
I guess we missed the memo:
“this just in we all stem from the same origin”,
so why can’t we be kin?
is it because of the color of our skin or are we just too fractured with-in
unable to call each other brethren “human race” broken and separate I guess when it comes to
world peace I’m somewhat of a skeptic
GOD HELP US ALL….
A Double Minded Conversation
Why do I hide who I am?
Am I afraid,
that if I show my true self exposing my souls wealth I might get robbed of all dignity
Why when Self & I talk it sounds like a barter;
Self & I involved in a give and take debate leaving
Me to mediate:
Self: “ YOU KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE, SO SHOW IT”
I: “if I show all, I may fall in front of everyone, my fear has become”-
Self: “ BONDAGE, to You and Me, COME ON”
I: “I JUST WANT TO BE FREE; that’s what I told Me”
Self: “BUT HE AGREED WITH my-Self.”
I: “I can’t deny the truth Self, but”
Self: “What! that’s not enough?” “I’m tired of feeling crushed. I WANT YOU OUT.”
I: “I WANNA GET OUT, of my shell hidden no longer, that’s the only way WE will get stronger.”
Self: “Finally we agree…!”
“what’s My fantasy woman like?”
She is a golden road to paradise; twice she has drawn from the well of my heart dipping into pools of romance and desire- at the center an unquenchable fire, blazing, grown’s of lust uncaging, for She is my fantasy.
“How did we meet?”
She caught eye as I entered into the room her fragrance consumed my senses,
Her sculpture I found delicious, my heart growing more ambitious with each step towards her.
In seconds our eyes lock, our souls talk, together we walk into a life one can only imagine;
glancing at her lips as they utter expectation
our conversation turns to verbal love making,
embracing mutual genius.
“I can’t believe this!”
our laughter shake’s heavenly rafters, “what?”, she asks- her voice the tone of the finest silk.
Her lips carried the sweetest hint of milk chocolate.
Each second spent with her infinitely drives this want….
“The illusion ends…..”
It was a moment in the dream line of time;
was my fantasy.
My eye’s close once again;
my mind flows reflecting on a not so distant reality, recalling visions of an alternate casualty,
“I’ll find her one day!”