We all deserve abundant love
Not the kind that binds you
The type that blinds you
Leaving emptiness and crumbs
We deserve the kind of love
That takes your breath away and breathes
The kind that gives you butterflies
The love that makes you feel seen
Love that understands and feels with you
Intoxicated not confused
Appreciated not abused
They say love hurts
but i don’t think that is true
Crumbs hurt
Abundant love heals and grows
A drop from the sky
formed into a pond
filled up a lake
that turned into a river
an avalanche of water
that filled up an ocean
a simple drop of water
can add to the oceans
with only one drop
we are never insignificant
every drop counts
Subtle is loud
In the whisper of a storm
The love of a mother
The care of a father
The flight of the hummingbird
The silence in a caring friend
In the bloom of a flower
The growth of a forest
The caress of a lover
Subtle is loud
Impactful Soundless Blast
through crying
a child is born
through pain
a human can heal
Nourishing minds, and nourishing bodies
absorbed through pores into the depths
of my ancestoral eyelid rains
that dried with every passing day
Into a motionless dry face
slowly facial lines resurface
with uncolonized thoughts
vision moisturized again
On the promise of a new way
Of living in love, peace, abundance, dark and light
as it should have always been
from histories pain
into what our ancestors actually said
was the promise of a new day
regressions
obsessions
creations
terminations
alterations
inventions
proclamations
innovations
Information
animations
procreations
liberations
in no particular order
different applications
obvious subtle incarnations
morphed into profound destinations
Insanity
Knowing better
Doing better
Not doing the same thing
Over and over and over and over
People still expecting you to fail
multiple open windows
A closed door
sky scrappers built from the bottom
health is the best price
when illness is ravaging
thankful for life
but only when you die a little
appreciate the light when in darkness
understand darkness can be light
yearn for a past gone for too long
and miss out on the present and future
what is it a loss?
if it was not meant to be?
sometimes endings are beginnings
multiple open windows
guide you to the open door
waiting just for you
Give a seed water, a plant blooms
Give a child love, a heart soothes
Give a kind touch, a person heals
Give understanding, someone feels seen
No words necessary
Emotional erosion
Of unhealed wounds & pain
Turned into abundant love
Not a word was said
What is regression?
can be progression
shocking impression
perhaps realization
self retaliation
searching obsession
future creation
in the past we see the future
patterns, words, sentences, verse
in the present we learn from the past
analyze, memorize, intellectualize
regression turns to
progressions
when we learn
from our regressions
today is here
yesterday is gone
tomorrow is to come
stressing about yesterday
ruins your today
and creates your tomorrow
blessed be
and live your present
to create your future
direction
A thought in a drop
that turns into water
that flows like a stream
turns into a river
sometimes a pond
or a vast ocean
the trickle
a drop in a thought
The power of a thought
What is a flower
start from a bud
from a tiny little seed
that grows when you feed
no need for greed
a simple flower flourished
cared, watered, nourished
the pedals feathered
multicolored weathered
storms, rains, winds, and hail
the tiny plant prevail
from a seed, bud, plant, flower
photosynthesis bloom
Debths are levels
Levels can be devils
Devils might be rebels
Perhaps Angels
Observers
Permeating thoughts
Developing Plots
Story Line, Paragraph, Block
Cloudy Thoughts
Birthed lead to Clearance
Cathartic Spaces
Divine Places
Rooms in Chaos
Transcend to Melodies, Rhyme, and Flow
The Hands of a writer wrote
The Minds of the author grow
Words of Arte
We wait until Sunday to look fancy
We wait for our birthdays to celebrate life
We delay gratification
for the perfect destination
We don’t take a risk
for the sake of not being brisk
We don’t say I love you
out of fear of rejection
If today was your last day
would you still wait for the next?
Happy Easter
We may not get a 3rd day to rise
but we get every day to live fully
Resurrection
Mourning Words
Sadness, depression, obsessions
Sedation, regression, never liberation
Words Can Oppress
The Spirit Impress
Into an empty address
Some people mourn daily
Not realizing, In the blink of an eye
In the breath of inspiration
With purposeful exhalation
Permeation through flesh
In the depths of a word
Submerged Mourning Words
If altered and suffocated
Transformed into Morning Words
Daily Dose
Lights are blinding
Lights are guiding
Paths are winding
Paths unwinding
Closing doors one after another
Opening doors one right after the other
The blind can see
The ones that can see are blind
The blind can’t see
Moral of the story
Be mindful of who you follow
They may be lost too
We all have been there
Until we find our way through
I have always been the odd fit
The stand out belong
The misunderstood accepted
The strange but familiar
The weird that is normal
The unrelatable familiar
The opposite same
The rejected accepted
The uncomfortably comfortable
The almost that made it
The quitter that finished
The brave, courageous, bold, afraid y con ovarios
Misfit Renegade
Who chose to be me
Sometimes you are meant to stand out
Sometimes that is what makes you fit in
A paper and pen
A type writer and screen
An object or thing
Experience or theme
Are Nothing
Until the emotion is portrayed
The interpretations conveyed
Given birth, life, and air
Through the eyes of the writer
I waited for Spring
To turn into summer
For Summer to Fall
For Fall to Winter
I waited for Winter to Turn into Spring
The Cycle of Waiting
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
Always Waiting for The Next
Near Perfect Conditions
Filled With Idle, Uncertain, Decisions
I Don’t Wait
Now, I Do
Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
Love is Unconditional
True Love is Unforgettable
Love is Selfless
True Love can be Selfish
Love is Art
True Love is Malleable
Love is Empathy
True Love is Empathetic
Love is Not Blind
True Love Can See
Love is an Immersive Experience
True Love, Submerged, Without Getting Lost
Love is Love
True Love is Love
One thought can make you smile
One thought can make you cry
One thought can make you laugh
One thought can make you sad
One thought can give you pain
One thought can give you pleasure
One thought can give you life
One thought can leave you lifeless
One thought can make you mad
One thought can be powerful
One thought adds up
Be mindful of one thought
The story of a feather
That once lived in a bird
Embedded in the skin
Detaching from its home
The wind blew
The feather flew
Rumored to be unworthy
Fallen off the feather’s home
People passing by
Without even a look
A bird flies, lands, picks up the feather
The feather becomes foundation
The feather builds a home
Your words
They sting like pros
Stabbing Swords
Legendary Forms
Parasite in my pores
Transformed myself toxic
Poisoned my own existence
Blinding fogs permeated vision
Coping skills
Self destruction, sabotage at will
Limitations
Transitioned to deflection
No expectation
Utter isolation
Peaceful meditation
Less intimidation
Healed incarnation
Abundant simulation
Your Words vanished
I replaced them with Truths
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
The stages of grief when you find out and apply that when you know better you do better.
Dandelions in the fields
Weeds that help to heal
Some pull and pluck and kill
The plant is a weed
Something too ill
Not knowing the speed
To cure, mend, and feed
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Judge a book by it’s content
Everything has a purpose and grace
Even in the most forsaken place
The weed thrives, cures, and blooms
If your hands are full of hate
You can’t receive peace
If your heart is full of bitterness
You have no room for love
If your mind is full of fear
You can’t think of paths as clear
If you hang on to history’s baggage
You can’t fly into promised lands
Sometimes loosing is not a loss
If you are opening and making room
For what is yet to come
What weights you down
Is not an anchor
When your hands are full
Your heart is empty
Your brain is blinded
Your intuition sidelined
You can’t receive
If you don’t let go
Of what weights you down
To release
Is to receive, and be freed
The flower bloomed
Because of dirt
Through shit and gloom
Because of hurt
The more dirt some threw
The more the flower grew
Some called it dirt
The flower called it fertilizer
Than went on to Bloom
New Year New Me
as if the old me was not me
as if I have to renounce
or never pronounce
what created, molded, taught,
and shaped
who I be
New year resolutions
turned into absolutions
but only if and only
if you actually meet them
I am me
this new year
I’ll be me
next new year, I’ll be me
stronger, wiser, better, faster,
resting, doing, achieving
failing, succeeding
adding subtracting
adjusting
Not because it’s a new year
Not because it’s a new me
but because I know life changes regardless
there is no pause
no new year needed to change
or stay the same if that works
Thankful for the blessings
The lessons
The messes
The things that molded my surroundings
The things that folded abiding
The experiences turned titanium
The mistakes turned to pages
The beginnings finally ending
My attitude is gratitude
diminished for no one
knowing my worth
because sometimes peace, love, abundance, worth,
is shaped through scorn
Winter to Spring
Spring to Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall to Spring
Clockwise, Counterclockwise
Seeds Bloom
Seasons Change
Time Flies
Nothing Changes
Everything Changes
Tragedy~Triumph
Death~Birth
Mourn~Celebrate
Life Happens
Ready or Not
Regardless
Do Life Anyway and Regardless
If you do, someone talks
if you don’t, someone talks
if you do, someone talks
if you sit, someone talks
if you stand, someone talks
if you are silent, someone talks
if you speak up, someone talks
if you hide, someone talks
if you take up space, someone talks
if you dull, someone talks
if you shine, someone talks
Don’t sit, stay silent, hide, or dull yourself, someone talks
Do stand, speak up, take up space, shine, let them talk
No permission required, unapologetically
Drippings of this world
dripping to my core
drip drop drip drop
words flowing through the wind
sights enhancing the air
feelings connecting words
words connecting meanings
meanings connecting signs
signs connecting visions
visions connecting creations
drip drop drip drop
dripping kindness, love, peace, abundance
healing, wealth, wellness
dropping scorns, hate, conflict, scarcity
hurt, ill-fated disease
drip drop drip drop
into the next realm
I choose to release
I choose to receive
Death is imminent
but so is birth
failure is part of life
success often follows failure
everything comes to a close
and other doors open
what goes up, must come down
but what goes down, must come up
beginnings have an ending
and endings are beginnings
the ashes that were left in the forest
are fertility for trees to grow
mourn the end, if you must
rise from the fire and begin
that’s life
We are but a moment in life
we are born into circumstances
influenced by environments
shaped by words and thoughts
developed by our own beliefs
we morph through life
and if we are wise enough
we learn, accept, and grow abundantly
regardless
we are but a moment
granted life on earth
When a flower blossoms
it must first grow through dirt
darkness and rain
the environment solemnly nourishing
the surroundings eerily comforting
they are all necessary
without them
the flower would simply
never bloom
embrace the seasons
and blossom
A word is a note
That can write a song
Heal a scar
Mend the broken
Your thoughts are words
Through intentions you speak
What your third eye sees
Your silence can speak
Mind your thoughts
Mind your words
If you only knew how brave you are
you would not bow your head to slander
you would not make pain your normal
you would not silence for comfort
you would not put yourself last
If you only knew how capable you are
you would take on that job
sing that song or dance
you would ask that question
without fear of the answer
If you only knew how much room there is
you would take up space
wish everyone well
you would be abundant and give
you would overflow
but you must know yourself
to know how brave and capable you are
to step into any room and shine
when someone is happy
some are happy for them, some are not
some mean well, some are just mean
some congratulate, some discriminate
some wish you the best, some wish at best
when someone is happy, the ones who are sincere
will be happy and cheer
some will pretend, then just wait for you to clear
your job is not to change people, or yourself
your job is to learn the difference
in some
celebrate anyway
Winding Roads
Keeping scores
sometimes sores
sometimes shallow words
they turn left and right
sometimes dead ends
sometimes one way
the weather affects visibility
for some blinding
but driving through
is like a baby walking
the more you do, the more you can see
through the fog
Gratitude Permeates
Through the nothing works for me
Or the perception of a “bad day”
It is a sour solemn moment after all
Not a Day
Gratitude Liberates
Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks
Through the realization of so many peaks reached
You realize it is not breached perception
A descending constipation
But instead a permeable liberation
To appreciate what actually is
Because Gratitude Liberates
Abundantly
Experience or Resilience
Experience is going through something
Learning the Lesson, Reaping the Blessing
Resilience is overcoming, not undermining
The Struggle
The fact that it was never easy
Be Resilient, but far most important
Learn from the Experience
so you never repeat the pattern of struggle
again.
I cried, I mourned, I fell, I failed, I bled
until I had nothing left in me
I laughed, I celebrated, I got up, I succeded, I grew, I learned
because I gave myself no other choice
Now I pause, I look up, and I am Thankful
for the lessons, the blessings, the detours, the pathways
the failures, the successes.
Life Cycles, the living rollercoaster
until we become
like modeling clay
not fitting in, simply shape-shifting
The past holds history, memories, references, experiences
wisdom, knowledge, information, ancestry
The present becomes the past with each word, interaction, experience,
We create the future in the present with each choice
We refer to the past, to ground our present, and look into the future
You only have today, to reference, to live, experience, and feel,
You only have today to build your own future
Each day, you only have today
What you create is up to you, each day
Despair is a moment, not a lifetime
Pain is a moment, not a life sentence
Sadness is fleeing, not meant for permanence
Inability until you are able
to work on your success
your vitality restored
your happiness and joy are permeable
your life is always a moment
you don’t get to choose the moments
you get to choose how long to stay in each
A moment is a thought
a thought creates the hours
that lead into days
turned into weeks
morphed into months
developed into years
creating a lifetime
filtered
awareness
unfiltered
you can change your lifetime
in a thought
I told myself, I was not enough
I needed to lose weight
put makeup on
smile more, be better
much better, until I was good enough
when I was good enough
I had to figure out, good enough, again
again, again and again
be nice, be the bigger person
condition myself to become
what I was told
the magazine told me
if I just do one more thing
I may get there, until the next
publication
my flesh held on to pain
my body pushed down,
emotion, my own voice, what I wanted
beyond the noise, remorse
After experience, life happens; you wake up
to realize, those voices
those thoughts and experiences
were the article, story, image
portrayal, conditioning, molding
shaping of the perfect woman
unrealistic expectations
merely decorations
to achieve the unachievable
until the next publication
I stopped buying and started doing
Now, I hear me, in the silence
The silence I subscribed to says
I am enough, I am awake
without needing validation or approval
I do it for me
I like that magazine subscription
Silver strands woven into my hair
Finally growing into the body I always felt I was
older than my years inside
younger than my peers outside
with curves that called the flesh
and a mind that rejected the thought
of a permanent shallow existence
always older than my years
younger than I needed to look
always enough, but feeling not good enough
It took 48 years of pain, joy, suffering, happiness
anger, forgiveness, rejection, acceptance,
disillusion, honesty, to finally
fully realize, it was social conditioning
In a world of men, women can think too
I was never too loud or too much
I was always more than enough
Now it is your turn
To Hush
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