In the curves of a feather
In the breath of a wind
In the Allie’s on a street
Grounded country feet
Beyond turbulent sorrows
Into most peaceful waters
Is where you’ll find my mind
At ease
Because love is peace
Creating your own peace in turbulent times 🕊️🫶🏽
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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