I am putting this out there, knowing the right vines will tap into the root.A tree in this strange forest, It came here for you. Baring ancient secrets, and hidden instructions everyone once knew, Are you curious yet? Here’s a clue, nothing under this old sun is new.Predictions unwittingly whispered over the winds. A riddle…
Month: September 2022
Observational Poem: Unwitting Conspirators
I am introspecting. Reflecting from the back of my mind.Collecting and examining what I’m offered indiscriminately.Inspecting ravenously while listening, realizing I’m following suit.Eating every energy to approach me intimately, which then ignites something new. Tapping in and attuning to the flow inside and around me,endlessly seeking to find a way to exude It properly. To…
Me, Myself, and Life: Contemplative Poetry
Shimmy, Shimmy Shake, going to take this, until I can break it down without a second shake. I am here and I have nothing to say but I love you,And thank you for how you made me today. We are in this together you and me.Thank you for deciding to be a beautiful playmate. It’s…
Oh, Satanas… Step Off My Porch, I Unleash the Hounds on Three: A Contemplative Poem
I see you finally. Clarity is a funny thing, free indeed.And just like that, I chose to let Life define me.There is nothing about fears’ true form that affects me.It can’t wreck me if it’s wriggling under my feet.Can’t bite if it’s broken beneath the intentions it held for me…Best part. My duty is to…
Affirmations I Thought of While Running… In Poem Format: Contemplative Poetry
Everything around and within me lifts my spirit constantly, and so I exude the same thing.It’s natural to me to seek lively, and beautiful scenery, that renders me in such a way that’s appealing.Suddenly I’m floating in the bliss of this moment coming to dance with me, the sun in the sky, the grass beneath……
Little Insights: The Places We Will Go…
Won’t play around anymore. That’s not what I’m here for.Came to be, breathe, and release.Experience and consume good things.So that they too can guide my way of being.A filtration system by proxy, a beacon of life. Sent by life. If I’m crossing paths with anything presently, I’m putting my gloves on or taking them off….
The cocktails we are mixing internally, the reality it’s concocting, chills me to think.I’ve got this other craving bubbling from deep. It has me Hungry for richer blessings and true family.If I go back, it’s stagnation, gives settling down a new meaning…and I’ll begin to blend in again. Like a good little chameleon. No thanks,…
Poetic Reflection: Nirvana? Maybe, Burn, Baby’s Burning
The world is on fire, they’re telling me, the situation is dire,It’s clear to see, apparently, I’m missing something… My view is obscured by the beauty surrounding me.The breath I am breathing is getting to me, deeply.Inspired me to see things a little differently, meaning completely. A brand new way of being displayed before me…
Internal Dialogue, Reflexive Poetry: Why Do We Listen to Idle Talk?
There it is again, an incessent need to pay attention,to things that aren’t meant for me. Stuck in suspension, A much needed timeout, a breath to consider accountability.Suddenly I see, my cheeks are burning, I’m not minding my business properly. This lucidity is an opportunity to fine tune my way of being.A space to cultivate,…