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.

A couple who found love had a little boy. On his birth date, in hospitals he was born dead. The cord had wrapped around his neck where he lost consciousness instantly killing him in his mother's womb.

The young couple was devastated from their loss and doctors began announcing the time of death of the newborn. Minutes carried away which seem like hours, but the child took his first breath.

It was unbelievable, almost impossible, but became possible after today. This child was later named Matthew. Matthew was black child whom lived in the south with his mom and pa. His family was considered poor because his mom worked 3 jobs and was still behind in bills. The family was stable built under the foundation of God, but the darkness and terror of this world frightened his mother.

She knew how powerful life and experienced it forehand with almost losing her child while delivering him. A mother's heart is nothing but love where naturally her instinct is the survival of her family.

Matthew honored his parents. His dad was later incarcerated when growing up. He was caught doing  petty crimes and sent to jail for hard time. While serving time, his father was diagnosed with cancer and later died.

Matthew and his mom was forced to survive on their own. He carried the strength of the family with promises of his father and  mother's hard work.

Even as a teen, he was a hungry soul ready to learn from the experiences and test of his determination for his family. He was a honor student, played all sports, and an active youth choir member.

One day while driving home in his mom's car, he was pulled over by cops. Officers, Bradley and Conner respond to the suspicion of a black van who were seen doing a drive-by earlier that week.

The black van was never seen again until police saw Matthew's mom car, which was also a black van but different model.

Cops pulled over Mat car and signal him to remain seated in his car with engine off.  The two officers walked slowly to his vehicle after scanning his plates  showing no records on the family.

Do you know why we pulled you over son? No, responded Matt. We been seeing a lot of drive-bys and this vehicle looks to match our suspicions.

No sir, I'm just a teen and never done any crime before replied Matt.

Oh okay. Well I will need to see some identification and registration.
Sure, replied Matt.

While reaching for his license, he had a knife in his pocket that needed to be pushed aside to only retrieve his wallet from his pocket. While reaching for his wallet, he pulled out the knife too. Officers immediately saw the shiny piece of metal and raised their gun. Without a second passing, Officer Bradley loaded his clip into Matt's chest.

The bullet pierced Matt's artery and heart killing him instantly.
The bullet made a way into his soul and eliminated him from the world. The bullet eliminated his rights, his integrity, his existence. The bullet silent the victim and allowed another to tell the story.

Walk in the room with small heels that pump-up that goddess spirit.
As she walk with pure grace, pure light, pure energy, but carry a blade and shield.

Is she a warrior or is she a wife? Could she be her? Men stare, women stare, while her loving spirit pulls her energy captivating entire desires, hopes, and dreams.

But who do she choose? No one as her prince will present himself as the light will shine brighter than white. Drawn by coincidence or purpose, living in a dream analyzing all abundance spitting out emotions, desires, dreams, religion, death, aliens, energy, spirits, life, and God.

Struck by love whom analyzes all wants and desires  instead of analyzing self creating more desires, abundance.

Balanced with a scale through life judging decisions trapped in a road of fog but still succeeding, thus purpose.

As the road that I began, the fog began to lift,
as I saw a bright light approaching towards me as I thought,

is it the end,
yet a voice spoken,
no my child this is only the beginning of the beginning as you are eternal light activating every kindred spirit's light,

that the ghost you are showing the past,
present,
and the future
towards all hope and desire that the faith you traveled is yet the most magnificent journey to travel.

Living in an illusion once trapped by your magnitude,
while I grasp for air, of course with love in the air,
I knew you was my yang.

Beauty as elegant that's traveling through your veins,
devouring your heart, 3eye, and mind. I see you.

Air as pure, trapped as a child you are who just want to be free.
With faith, you are free my child as source of power speak.

With this twinkle in your eye resembling that twinkle in night.
You are beautiful, yet your child is even more pure memorizing.

Spread your wings as the angel you are,
and continue to live releasing your light,
my child.