You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
Love & Life Happen
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We bloom our Grooms
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
The Out in Plain Sight Not Invisible
It was never about grapes
when Chavez protested for migrant workers
It was never about things
when indigenous protested for sacred land
it was never about overtaking
when Malcolm X, MLK, and Rosa Parks protested
It was never about oppressing
when the poor demand proper health care and housing
It was never about changing someone
when LGBTQ ask to be seen and respected
It was never about stealing
when a worker simply wants a job to eat and feed his family
Oppression can be a regression
when we can’t see
that maybe, just maybe
someone simply wants to be seen
Bad Days are Good Days
Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days
Crumbs are Not Love
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 believe that is true
Crumbs Hurt
Abundant Love Heals and Grows
Endings are Beginnings
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
Reciprocal Vibes
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
Organized Chaos :) Journey Through The Mind of a Writer
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
The Grind 