How is it that
everyone
Is so good at
destroying themselves
?

i don’t see a dying earth;
i see everything we need to make our hearts pure,
define our tears,
dismiss depression
and wipe out fears.
i see that the most ancient sources connect us to the divine truth that is waiting patiently on the day that a dying humanity pauses for a moment to acknowledge,
show appreciation
and remember.
-
it’s not the world that has gone to ****,
it is the culture that has inhabited it.
there’s not a problem that we cannot see a solution to
it just depends on the window that you are looking through.
there’s not a god up in the sky,
a god of earth
you wonder why
made in its image,
you and i.
-
we hold the change that we so solemnly seek.
you think it’s gone cause
it’s been buried so deep.
but if you do a little digging,
search beyond your common mind
you’ll find your light,
uncover truth
&
see you’ve got to trust the signs.

11:11,
with heads to the heavens
i preach words of the holy one
like i am a reverend.
i speak words into the universe,
i am aware & i know,
that my faith is decider
of how far i go.
my mind is a weapon,
my love is a drug,
my soul has the depth of the oceans.
my creator accepting,
sends love from above,
bringing all the good vibes into motion.

a stoic queen;
the one you only
see up close in dreams.
so rare,
& so esteem.
so powerful,
& so supreme.
-
keep the mind open,
& the doors closed.
you can’t enter in
the temple of the black rose.
too much drama,
you can’t enter
til you’re composed.
yes i know,
all things that glitter
really ain’t gold.
& all the slick attempts,
the slick intent,
intricate men,
your game is tired.
-
if you enter,
then you enter
at your own risk.
a stingy genie,
she may only
grant you one wish.
hard to please,
she’s seen it all,
hard to reach,
no mating call.
this is the land of no men.

i leave hints
with a stench of possibility,
& i can destroy the world
yet still be filled on humility.
a gentle balance
of
madness
&
misconstrued sadness.
im always writing about me.