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Apollo Hayden Aug 2018
Take your time beloved,
remember all that we spoke of.
If your heart isn't in it, get out because it isn't love.
We're more than our flesh but when it gets weak it'll start to speak,
tempting us to satisfy it's desires as if it's something we really need.
But you've gotta protect your energy and mind your aura.
For all are not in it to give but only to receive,
leaving you in a lower state which makes it harder to breathe.
That which you possess, keep it high
because not everyone who comes can surf the waves on which you vibe.
Apollo Hayden Aug 2018
It was never love,
lust causes illusions.
Pulls your heart deep into the sunken place, till all that you're in is a state of confusion.
Building on nothing real,
sacrificing how you feel for the sake of the happiness of someone else, with no reciprocity.
As if they're ashamed of the real you, they try molding you into who they want you to be, just so others can be pleased.
The westernized mind, microwaved and fried, indoctrinated till its living the "American dream," based off of lies.
Always asking "What do you do?" so they know what level of respect to show,
never concerned with your soul, and how bright it must glow.
We need money to survive in this three dimensional life, always taught the ups and downs, left and rights, but never touch on the importance of what's inside.
Always worried about how we look in other people's eyes,
we hold onto nothing except a false reality and relationships built on lies.
But I refuse to pretend to act like this is what life should look and feel like, so I reclaim my heart, climb out of the sunken place and live life with both eyes open wide.
Guarding the heart and protecting my mind.
Apollo Hayden Mar 2018
Within turbulent reflections the sun can still be seen by an altered perception; the storm has already ceased.
In the mist we calmly drift to higher frequencies.


-Apollo Hayden
Apollo Hayden Nov 2017
Misery disappears the more one becomes aware.
Tell me, are you willing to go deep past where the arrow has pierced
and sit within the storm long enough to understand the pain, to realize those tears you've cried helped you grow through the rain?
Before this, life was simple, quiet and easy, you were living without a care,
till an arrow hit your heart and flipped your whole world upside down, woke you up and made you more alert, so learn through the hurt now.
It is in our sorrows where we can be transformed.
Just don't give up even though your heart feels like its had enough; hold on because a new you will be born.
Apollo Hayden Oct 2017
Forgive them if they ever shamed your tears.
These days most people can't even feel out here.
Their hearts have grown cold, turning folks to stone from such evil stares.
Then there's you. Swimming freely in the deep pool of your emotions,
questioning yourself on the low, but I assure you there's nothing wrong.
Others wish they could feel as deep as you do.
Instead they laugh to make you feel bad, but don't let that ever hurt you.
I was a young boy once and they laughed at me;
so hard for their hearts to understand why these waters flow so deep.
My tears weren't from fears or sadness but from being misunderstood,
I grew into a man and acquired a tougher skin,
now most of my tears are turned into words but from them you can still feel the depth within.
So even if you don't understand yourself, I do...
because I've been there, and so I'm still here swimming in those same waters, just know you've got nothing to prove.
If they can't understand your depth, they just weren't meant to.
Just know that your heart is golden and your beautiful mind shines just like a Jewel.
Swim freely...
Apollo Hayden Aug 2017
Like neo in the matrix-
hand up, palm out to stop the bullets being sent my way.
In mid air, inspecting and reconfirming with self, seeing this for what it truly is.
Some stay comfortably asleep, always revealing their true selves when you're seeking knowledge of self;
the agents of the matrix tryna sabotage and block the progress.
Still plugged in, believing the lies of this manufactured world.
Speaking through harmonic tones from one of the four chambers of the heart,
planting seeds in the ears of those who choose to hear, always hitting the mark.
It's the
poetic mystic,
swimming in the subconscious whirlpool created by two fishes;
two eyes closed and one open in triple black darkness, letting intuition lead,
In tune with the feminine energy, listening attentively.
With the Oracle I speak deep within my dreams,
fighting to recover forgotten history while they wishing that I would just shutup and go back to sleep,
but this soul burns with a desire to seek truth and so I continue to seek.
Apollo Hayden Jul 2017
Oh, what chapter shall I call this?
The mergdging of the days move in slow-mo as I glide through on autopilot, stuck in a haze.
Just a few hours of shut eye, then it's back to the every day demands of life.
To process these emotions, I haven't got the time.
It is what it is for now; somebody pray because I sent a few off on the wings of crows, but that was weeks ago and I don't think he heard me.
Not losing faith, just losing strength during this transition, fighting to stay aware of what's going on in all of the haze.
Not sure if I'm sleeping, feels like I'm dreaming because I haven't been feeling wide awake.
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