I be stuck in my ways,
all of the homies that I know they be grindin for days.
Pulling up in that coupe,
driving through the metric system through dark and light in the city.
Ni**as swear they rent me,
calling a chick for therapy,
Callers be sizing me up, popping me off.
******* be knockin me off,
when they betta run me up my money.
Its coming alive.
I'm not ashamed of me.
Straight clowning, silly *** could be.
They said, Silly rabbit, tricks are for magicians.
Abracadabra! Now you see me, now you don't.
Its coming alive. You know that ***** coming alive.
****** be talkin all that noise, issa vibe.
ro ro I'm dolph. topping me off.
migrate to my inner circle like the petals of a lotus flower expanding through the mist of troubles like a diamond emerged in a cave of darkness.
still watch me shine, because I'm coming alive.
its amazing to visualize the dreams that I had are now my reality.
one minute I'm riding through the rural fields as a little black girl curious about the world. **** wowla! now I'm hot, because the God is in me.
Blazin through galaxies,
passin blunts by.
smokes up in the air.
growling for success, like the hair standing up on a bear.
got on my knees and I press to sky .
no matter what you hold head uphigh.
evolving. rotating.
as the Saturn rings,
knocking for success
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
I feel cold, distant, shut off from the world.
I thought it was love but you created the ruptures through my heart. You created the waves of fiery through my voice. I constantly tried loving you. When I let go of the pain I couldn't help but feel safe and astound in your arms. I was confused. Am I throwing away a good man like you or is this a lesson to be learned. I couldn't help but feel my temperature rise to the thought of cutting you lose. I loved you. I love you. You make my heart beat loud and louder when I'm near you. I stare at you in your eyes wondering what lies between your third eye. Is it what I already know or what you claim to say. Am I losing my mind with the roller coaster of thoughts? Is God sending your aura in my environment because of what you did or plan to do? Is this the universe way of showing me your true colors?
I sit and lay contemplating what to say, how to give my thoughts a voice but all they do is whisper quietly into my TNT of a movie. Am I creating the negative energy? Because I swear, I love you dear but if I silent my worries. Maybe just a sign would show me my correct path. To decipher the facts from the truth instead of losing my soul in a wrought emotion. Show me the way and feed my energy with hope and the positive vibes that is created through the joy and laughter of a giggling baby. Because I want nothing but love and peace even when my soul speaks gypsy; I am nothing more than love itself.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC
I walk into the room full of viewers, spectators, rich folk, poor folk and saw skin, bones, and a soul.
I didn't see your clothes that you were wearing or the makeup applied to your face.
I didn't see how many natural curls are in your hair or how long your hair had grown.
I didn't see how much money that was in wallet or the car that you pull up to the coffee shop with.
The clerk rung up my order and mispronounced my name. I didn't get angry from a simple mistake from the clerk's effort of bringing a smile to my face with a coffee and a beignet.
I thanked him. I thank the souls that crossed my paths. I thank God for letting our paths crossed because I saw his miracles in my presence living and breathing.
When I finished my coffee, I didn't keep my cup. I only stop for a coffee at the coffee shop. To enjoy this moment in time with others enjoying their coffee as well.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 11:55 PM UTC
Have you ever just wonder how would love be?
No, I'm not referring to the kind of feeling you get when two lovers connect, but to truly find your soul mate,
spending the rest of your entire life with them.
It applies to everyday life because you grow with them,
you aged together,
you share the same connection where a family is created.
A bond inseparable.
This scares me because I'm a fool for love.
I'm not brave to witness it.
I'm not brave enough to create it.
Can I be a wife?
A mother?
No one actually sits quietly and wonder.
Are they seeing themselves moving through the periods of time?
Is that happiness?
Living in your own flesh, building your own structures, evolving through the tides of life.
This world is lonely,
you are your own happiness
content in your personal world.
You are your thoughts.
You are your actions.
Never settled or limited.
Its always everlasting.
Everlasting love for yourself.
That's love.
So you're not brave either.
To be truly in the service of him or her is to see her empty.
Feed her.
Love her.
Touch her.
Support her where your spills heal her.
Become her mirror.
Become her listener.
Her pillow.
Her messenger.
Her guide.
Be her heart.
Be her skin.
See her beauty through her soul.
She was created for you.
Just for you.
It's amazing that God created another to balance you.
God, it's amazing because she's not brave like you.
So you both sit still.
Silent and living till the time is right.
Perfect for just the two of you.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Have you ever felt stuck?
Where your ambitions and drive are forefront, but nearly impossible for you to accomplish at that moment.
Yes, we all been there.
Technically, every single living being and creature has been stuck at moment of their lives.
Stuck in time, stuck in motion.
Motionless, where time seems to carry faster and longer but progress hasn't measured.
Such moment where you wish the task was finished, but cannot seemed to start the work.
Confusing and normal.
As we are living, we are shedding. Shedding our old selves for rebirth.
Transformation.
But what if such transformation shouldn't take place until the heart is whole into the activitiy.
Example, to want something is to currently need. But to feel motivated into completing the task, takes will, power, and drive.
Willpower is a muscle. It should be flex to match desires with the practice from the effort of beginnings.
Willpower is pushed to the limitations of the physically, spiritually, and mentally movements where normal routine is elevated.
Elevated to a higher dimension.
Where your body is carried through the fundaments of life through learning.
Expansion.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
You had me at hello.
I noticed you when I walked into the classroom.
I threw my books on the table and reached into my bag for my bag of chips.
You stared at me while I was eating. You stared at me when I was reading. You stared at me when I was learning.
I kept watching you stare at me as I crack a shy smile. I wanted you but I didn't want myself.
I hated to be there. I hated to come to class. I hated to get dress and put on that **** dress that you love watching me wear.
I hated doing my hair and face. I hated waking up. I hated myself that I felt that I didn't exist anymore. That morning you stared at me not knowing that I awoke in the tub with my wrist slashed. While in class, staring at that **** black dress that I was wearing, didn't know that I had my stomach pumped a week ago because of consuming a dangerous amount of pain reliever pills.
But you stared.
When class was over, I quickly gather my things to put back into my sack to head out of the classroom.
I just wanted to be home, away from society.
While walking out, that dreamy face walk towards me and said "Hello, do you need help with your bags'? I looked at you with total confusion because my bags wasn't heavy until he mentioned help with bags. I silently laugh but cracked another shy smile, stating that's very sweet of you and yes.
When you grabbed my bag, your shaky hands spilled my bag drooping my pills and blade. You didn't said anything in references to the pills and blade but only stated, 'you are an amazing woman and I would love to get to know potentially marrying you.'
I bust out laughing hysterically thinking you were only running game not knowing that you help me overcome my fear of survival. God use you to save me with that statement because today, our love is strongest love on this earth. You help me beat this sickness because you accepted my sickness as only a rough moment in life.
I love you.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Can you imagine?
A world without God. Would this world exist?
Could human beings be made without the craft of God?
What about our environment?
Could the sun still rise and set?
Could the sun ray's warmth elevate our soul still?
Could it sit perfectly in place still while beaming its rays across the blue sky?
Where the clouds are formed with different shapes and figures.
Where the shade is just right covering that moment towards a chilled, sun setting.
Could the river still be flowing with water, soil, and the living?
Could the survival of the creatures of comfort maintained survival?
Could I exist?
Could I wake up in the morning to my dogs licking me in the face?
Could I still hold my newborn son? or new born daughter?
Could I still bring my kids to school?
Could they learn?
Could we survive with God?
No.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC
God state, his seeds that are given are balanced through faith to create a positive outlook.
Imagine your mind, your ambition, and personal experience laid out across beds in a field for growth.
Your bed of seeds are thirsty. The soil around the seed feeds its ammunition but without water, it has no growth.
Instead, the food given into the seed is useless and worthless creating death before living.
The water from the unknown was falling onto your bed, but without awareness, there is no stimulation towards growth.
To lift abundance is to carry abundance within. To stimulate growth, you must understand death.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
I met her in my dream,
I met in another lifetime.
She rocks with the boat carrying her elevated emotional intensity. But her drives make her incredibly ****
Bring me your brain and let me stroke your destruction.
Bound to chaos because her path is always derailed. Obstacles with burden shifted her demeanor. She evolves. She transforms. Sometimes leaving me in the dusk.
But I see ya girl. Observing every motion towards your ocean wishing I was lost in your sea.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
*"More squirrels"
She exclaims
And I wonder what
In the world
Could it be
This particular time!?*
It usually starts like this...
Every once in a while
I find her
Lost
In her own thoughts
Gazing
At nothing in particular
But everything
At once.
At times
Like these
She is a genius
Gone crazy.
I catch a glimpse
Of those star-bound eyes
And try
To guess
The stride
Of her imagination
Without
Much luck.
Could she be thinking about…
A universe made entirely out of glass?
Why humans don’t have a tail
Anymore?
Reasons behind love at first sight?
Or what to name the 3rd butterfly
She saw today?
In her picture perfect
Stillness
I can viscerally sense
A divine flow
Of thoughts
And it evokes in me
The wonder
That one experiences
While watching
A calm river flow
Knowing
Turbulent currents
Are ever present
Just hidden
Deep inside.
If I
Shake her vigorously
I know for sure
At least 23 ideas
And 47 musings
Will fall around
And we will
laugh hilariously.
But I dare not
For the fear
Of my life.
She is an artist
Painting
With her imagination
And you
Don't disturb artists
Do you?
Once she’s back
To the material realm
She comments
Randomly
About how we need
More squirrels
In the world.
I almost always
Immediately concur.
Then slowly ask
“why?”.
She gives me
One of those looks.
Like the ones
You give your dog
When it’s looking
At you eating food
And you’re deciding
If you should
Give it a small bit
Or not.
If I am
persistent enough
She gathers
All her thoughts
And illustrates
With one of the most
Amazing stories
The important role
Of squirrels
To save our
Doomed world.
After listening
To her
Seemingly logical
And
Completely weird
Stories
I nod obediently
Then carefully
Check
If her coffee
Has something mixed in it.
The gesture
Makes her
Burst out in laughter
Every single time.
And we repeat this
Day after day
Night after night.
I'm so used to it
That now
Even if I hear
"Cement flowers"
"popcorn candies"
Or
"balloon bullets"
I am mentally prepared
To understand
The story
Behind all of it.
That’s how it is.
She keeps daydreaming
About stuff
And I keep dreaming
about her.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC