it’s hard to make things make sense
and i try not to vent
when i see pens and papers;
my friends,
my saviors.
-
i see nothing else,
i see only what’s sense-less
and
i saw nothing since this
journey to nowhere began.
this race that im running has ran
out of time and energy.
no pride so
no enemy,
no threat to my entity...
-
what exists isn’t critical.
one may seem too
individual.
when i look up at my visual
i see hope
and i see stars.
i see broken,
i see scars.
-
may your heart heal,
may you act as you feel
while being genuine
what’s real
will reveal.

like a sunflower in a bouquet of bright red roses..
you were chosen.
-
the weakest link,
or so it seems.
who'd ever think
a stoic queen
could be so far behind the scene
& never seen.
-
never seeking mere attention,
only focus is ascension,
elevation,
with intentions so pure...
-
and no one is really sure
who you are
or
whose you are
i swear they've never seen your kind.
so brilliant,
so divine.
so free,
and so inclined
to spread love & light,
with no motive or spite
just a vision,
a clear sight of
what's righteous.

she's a minimalist;
with a minimal list of things that she desires,
and
things that she requires.
-
she's at one with all things,
so with her all things are one.
she never folds
nor does she run away.
she stays calm
and collected.
with actions dare reflecting
a light that's so flourescent,
posing questions...
like
"who are you?"
"from where have you came?"
"where have I seen you?"
and
"what is your name?"

and if you ever do anything...
make sure to feel good about it,
feel good in it,
free yourself through it.
if you love it,
dont ask questions,
go ahead and just do it.
its your life,
you should live it.
give it time or just give it all you’ve got.