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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I will not discredit others for their beliefs as our beliefs are the same,

show them your light to activate their light.

Together we can prosper as we are a union of one.

Starve self with unconditional love to full fill your soul,

kindred your spirit as his eternal light shall shine within you,


to devour your soul with faith,

with that light of such bright,
as he guide you to your purpose.

I will starve myself to death,
before I lay my soul with a snake.

Phoenix bird stood tall in the fog where her wings spread, and notice how special she was.

But inside, no matter how much she love, she was slowly dying inside.  One day while soaring in the skies, she notices she began to burn on her outer shell.

As her outer and inner body burn, she began to fall high from the sky. She knew deep inside that she need to stop listening from her physical core, her heart, because just listening to her heart shows no growth for a balance of mind, body<heart> to evolve her soul.

While falling, she rip the burning thorn from her heart, and immediately her wings began to heal.

After full health, she was even more stronger, better yet, more powerful than before.