Sometimes Faith
Is all that holds me
When despair knocks at my door
Anxiety burdens my core
Overwhelm beckons my soul
Inability drowns my existence
Sometimes
In those moments
Life the enforcer
Pushing us to pause
The unknown is the abyss
But the unseen becomes wings
Parallel opponents
Synchronized components
Cyclical Muse
That carries me over
One more day
I Believe
Men-Oh-Pause
Hell a Clause
Saddle affection
Deceiving perception
The body transforms
The mind unfolds
Fogginess sworms
Mental roller coaster
Un purchased ticket
Luv Duv Skipping
Inner Core on Fire
Lacking Desire
Thinning Hair
Lower Abdomen Swell
Did I loose my keys?
Inner Child Screams
On and on it seems
Men-Oh-Pause
Because maybe tomorrow
The Clock Rewinds
The wrinkles fade
I’ll dye my hair
And maybe than
I’ll be the perfect Scene
Maybe
The flicker of a candle
Insignificant handle
That takes a room from dark to light
When every corner seems obscure
Your flickering shadows adorn
Providing light and even warmth
How insignificant a candle must be
To light an entire room
Unnoticed beautiful flame
Scented soothing aromas
Filling my nostrils and senses
Manifestation of places and faces
Spiritual haven
Wings of the Raven or Crow
Ancestral flow
In your light my spirit grows
Consumed
Scorn, Envy, Excess, Anger, Resentment, Frustration,
Inability, Under Qualified, Not Good Enough
Illness
Consumed
Love, Encouragement, Mindfulness, Happiness, Forgiveness, Patience
Capability, Confidence, Good Enough
Wellness
Breath In
Fear, Complaining, Blaming, Shaming, Projecting,
Sufucated
Exhaled
Relief
Inhaled
Courage, Analysing, Accountability, Self Discovery, Self Understanding,
The Air We Breath
The Food We Consume
Internal War or Peace
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 🕊️🫶🏽
Heal your mother wound
Be bold, blossom and bloom
Get over your own scorn
Transcend and mourn
Revive and be more
Heal your father scars
So they don’t become prison bars
It’s easy to blame
But much more fulfilling to aim
For a better version
Of what you should actually believe
The life you are entitled to live
Rivers Flow
Water is never stagnant
Make your life glow
Knowing you’ll never have
The same moment twice
You can always make
Future moments better
In the reflection of lust, you may need fixed
In the image of love, you are a work in progress
In the reflection of lust, you may be disposable
In the image of love, you are irreplaceable
In the image of lust, you may be broken
In the reflection of love, you are complete
In the reflection of lust, you may take a number
In the image of love, you are the one
In the reflection of lust, there may be possessions
In the image of love, there is always progression
In the images and reflections of lust and love
What you choose to see yourself through matters
Sometimes
If you pause
Take a deep breath
Inhale gratitude, abundance, strength, forgiveness, and love
Exhale greed, lacking, unable, grudges, and hate
You live a lot more peaceful
To experience life at its fullest
Extasy resounding vigilance
Commotion diverting distortion
Chaotic organized emotion
Contortion flexible corrosion
sometimes extreme
sometimes unseen
subtle whisper in loud forms
To experience life in all its words
cutting wedges into pores
osmotic permeable roles
You must dare to open that one door
You must dare to live outside the “norm”
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