COURAGE
COURAGE
Sometimes you need to be envied or admired to trust yourself.
It's
no use thinking about the
past.
Only the present and the future 🔮 matter.
#c9_fm
...DO NOT
DO NOT
If
everythang doesn't unfold as you
wish,
do
not think as far as anyone is against
you, life is a roller coaster. What goes up must come down. Step after steps. Don't halt get moving as the sun shines.
#c9_fm
...Moldavite
Green beautiful glimmers
The whole way down smooth crackle foundation
Love on the rising vibrating me outwards
The universe takes a hold and sings the song of creation
Caressing me in a beautiful love song
Crystals energized with forest green,luminescent yellow fading into a stream of mirrors, reflecting
Bring me life and strength
Trusting the love, my protector, my ancestor
Tinted blue smooth skin cold to the touch
Silver long striking hair branding infinity into my memory, my film that is me.
The infinite being that was created to see
All the love and light that has guided
My path into security,
Screaming “love” down the tunnel and hearing my heartbeat pulsing against the beautiful sunset of a curious night.
NEVER
NEVER
If nothang keeps you from enjoying
life, you must always keep your
commitments and never hurt others
with promises you can't keep. Because when you promises someone they lay their life on you. And if broken, it simply mean you murder them. So never!
#c9_fm
...YOU CAN
YOU CAN
In learning there Abide teaching and in teaching, learning dwells.
Both the lecturers and schoolers has somewhat to teach the other.
Life's but a class.
Every persons you met has some lessons for you.
Never underestimate anyone. For everyone you're seeing is unique.
Most times people condone a torn book because it has no lid.
However it's contents could heal the world. Off his old age plagues.
Meanwhile a fancy backed book may likely destroy the earth.
Looks deceive. The most beautiful & valuable thangs in the universe are invisible.
You think the most valuable thing is material?
If so you're damn totally ...
Barefoot on Blacktop
The concrete heat burnt black the souls of his feet as he walked in a direction not known to the happy man,
Unsure of where he was going, only knowing where he'd been, his footfalls were repetitive, overkill, not unlike beating a dead horse with a stick.
Walking away from provocation, away from altercation, trying to be the bigger man, angered and misunderstood, perhaps he didn't do all he could to make them understand, one does what one can, walking away felt good.
The road was his home now, he didn't need them anyhow, happiness didn't exist behind him it must, he figured, lay over the horizon. But he would need nightly shelter and food, he had his best judgement and prudence, all he needed was providence, well evidenced by his lack of shoes, I'm never going back he told himself, not after everything they put me through, if only they knew.
And back home his father sat alone, his thoughts trailing after his son.
...THE FUTURE IS BORN
THE FUTURE IS BORN
Bury the past behind, live the life of the current moment.
Love the
moment and
cherish the
present time,
can only
hope' for
tomorrow
but is uncertain.
Because no
man knows
what tomorrow
holds,
but
the future
is born put
the past in
the casket.
Tomorrow's here unfolded just
got to open
the mind and
realize on a
real eyes
where that
hidden potentials
are
and how to
discover
and utilize them.
Some
enormous&...
WAÄ°TER
You can't fix everything , waiter .
Collect the shards.
Sometimes no turning back.
never mind
now prepare the service
all your fears
...in consistency
if time-like
if you have a vehicle
you don't know it is the rightconsistency
whatever you experiencesd while in mirage
your hand remains empty
experience free
...untitled
I wrote about the girl I look for in the cracks. I’m wondering if she’s still in my storybook, hiding behind the finished pages and twisting through the run on sentences. I fell in love with her once. Her hands could outline my very existence. I fell in love with her a second time, no romance was needed to light this fire in my heart. She was a daffodil in the rising moonlight, all bathed in silver and sparkling glamour. I wonder if this silver-screen movie star would ever look back down on the people she left on earth. The people she exchanged for a handshake with the man in the sky. I don't know if God is real but if they are they must love practical jokes because while she was nearly allowed to join the angels I had to sit here and ponder the best way to call her.
I’m still in love with her. Romantic feelings aside, I look for her in every winter moon. In every fallen leaf I tear apart my trees looking for the branches that could support her where ...