Run
Walk
Crawl
Fly
Sometimes roll
Sometimes no movement at all
This non linear life we live
Human experiences
Life is Nonlinear
feelings
We bloom our Grooms
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
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
Mourning Words
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
Through The Eyes of a Writer
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
Until The Last Breath
Celebrate Love
Everyday of The Week
Because Nobody Knows
When Their Last Breath Will Be
Happy Daily
Day of Love, Friendship, Valentine
Judge a Book by It’s Content
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
History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings
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
The Spirit of Words
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
I know what I know, but then again I may not know.
There are hearts that seek loving
there are hearts that keep hoping
there are no distant boundaries
or an organized Calvary
There are souls that seek silence
and there are souls that seek kindness
In the challenge of me
It can only be solved as we
So hearts seek a home
a place to belong
nothing is linear
The Grind 