“There is more to supporting someone than "praying they fix something" to make yourself feel better. You must stand firm to your convictions and accept nothing less than meeting your self-standards. This is the ultimate in creation and it works for you in all you do. Not just through events or acts, but in people, which is much more meaningful.”

Learn to be at rest upon life’s shores
Follow your intuition when being fierce with it’s current.
Do not harm it, but correspond with it.
Then you shall find within it, a peace you never knew.
Throw the rocks you find back into burbling waters
The trees will overlook the act as your
friendships do
Let it be that you find a piece of hope
in your faith that carries you through..

Ask yourself:

What is the threshold you are willing to standardize

That sinking feeling

Maintains itself with confidence maintained

If you only accept love with respect

You’ll absorb your value

Now feel it. Take it in.

As it exits your body


I am grateful; I am a powerful thinker


That feeling will pass when it clings too tightly

Unite that power with moral responsibility

In the vessel of your chest

Now breathe.

Asking questions
Serves simple reflections
on a platter that was never meant to
be gambled

But what does that mean?

When nothing changes

It is not meant to feel like we know what we're doing

“When I stand before you at the day's end, you shall see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing”.

"The longing for our perfect mate is a need engraved in our DNA…
We harbor a desire for
restoration and unity, in our search for the piece that is always missing… In our journey through life the search continues for something that can’t be readily found

It is a quest for wholeness… We search for ourselves in others in a quest for healing and integration in the constant pursuit of the final point of balance… Love is the only reality & it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.”

The one is meant to be in all ways that suit.
A long lost love but in shapes that renew and renew.

~Influenced by Rabindranath Tagore

A whole year later
It was a Fruitful journey
Unintentional, but it happened
I can’t say I knew
There is nothing to know
The lemon tree knows how to sway its branches
As an Aloe leaf drips its milk and bends in
Art a Healing ink for itself to be made alive

Outside the window
We see
But a feeling
That we share
in a single word
Connection

Make sure to be happy for your work no matter how you feel about it some days.  
Remind yourself to Be grateful for your ability to be in the moment and take away their greatest teachings.
For that is all days are, reflections of ourselves within them pieces, not yet finished, carving themselves out of the tasks we stage together, and not yet pinned.

Freedom may not be what you think.
It is about loving you.

“Every word, every action can be manipulated and distilled down to its essence.
That is how you differentiate between fascination and creating an intentional relationship based on meaning.
It is a practice of will.
Like acting or any art in its natural form:
pure pressed.”

Now is Forever.

I was once told “to demount the white horse of my privilege.”

I was once told that my entire community was primed for prejudice, but that I was still a chosen one.


Let me tell you...

To Become a True Woman of Honor
A combination of both
Is when I saw your true colors when you told me you saw mine.  

Seeing the same people come through the same lens
Born in a different time
A decade apart
Nothing alike
The ultimatum of race and social class stares you in the face and you get hit with its reality bold and clear
Incumbent upon disgust for the other
White and Black
Black and White
They were both doomed
The two asked for my forgiveness
to come back and give them a set of wings
anew
Grasping at desperation
And failing
Except I was not doomed

I became.
Knowledge  
I became.
Faith

I became.
Self-Love

I became.
Hope

I became.
My own truth.

I had to.  
This was the realization.

I am new.

Now for this chapter’s beginning
🦋

“A true creator is a dreamer, a visionary, a leader, an entrepreneur, a winner who just won’t give up.”

I used to work so hard at love

I’d say things I didn’t want to say
but for some reason
It felt right
I’d look at a man  
And expect him to look back
In my way

I would walk on coals
He tried to make a mad woman out of me
Just so I could take it

Be strong
Stop being so maladaptive I’d say

I was exhausting my truth into something less than
meaning itself
This other version of desperation
A high I could not refuse
But secretly detested  

I was amused
I was excused

I made my fortune and now it’s churning
Like the meltdown of a butter stick emerging out of its cache
The cacophony of life enraptured in its cocoon

Feeling through the infield
unfiltered rays
A new way has come to me

Forever growing
Metamorphosed
in gratitude

You’ve accomplished more than I ever imagined to believe

It is all possible.

And yet “just believing” never helps

I was in a phantasy plane


You knew the landing
page would shift


And bring me back to my life

Take me away

Alive and Glowing

Alive and Ready


This is brain fate
taking action

“Life is about turning your Pain into Power.
Take your pain and use it as fuel and turn it into Power.”

Go in the direction of your beautiful truth.
That is love in its truest form.

The most fearing is the most
frustrating  

The most pressing
comes through the window  
of the knowing  

that I wouldn't be ready for you 10 years ago

The thought that you may have never been able to know me

Even when I could see you in my dreams so vividly so specifically  
in the nature of this life form

I was drawn to so many others I secretly couldn't stand
in front of
without making me sick and quivel
they were never you
not once

They could only attempt to
try  
and  
replicate

Me
  
the connection the electric magnetic  
wires stretched between my teeth

caught up
in the circles of so many dimly lit flames screaming red caution  
splattered out pain  
I didn’t listen

I hadn’t a thing to gain  
except the knowing awareness  
through the respect of them  
All
deadlight, sound blank space
No pulse to work with until the truth came to talk to me during visits to the dentist and there I was just yearning for the attention of The One.  

They came one after the other as does a nightmare with a ***** little secret

It couldn't be
Real
I never told myself anything
I just knew

But what does it mean to know when you are only real
in your loneliness?

When no one can see you for who you really are

Makes you feel kinda lonely…  

This is the real prison.  

When you know that.
And there is nothing to do about it, but wait
pray but trust in Him my God, to let him move you fluidly straight to You in Light and Truth.  

I see you, I see you. And, you're not alone.
You're my best friend.  
One of the most amazing people I've ever known.

It’s not about playing the game of:
“I’ve bared my heart, now you bare yours”
What matters is not how much you Expose about yourself in conversation
but that your soul is Engaged.

Words may feel like they relieve the hurt
As conversation soothes
From the pressures
Of everyday
Activity and decision making
Opening us up to the undisclosed levels of experiences
Vulnerability saves
It can’t be undone
Sickness can be made into such an excuse
But evil can’t
It is aborted
The body requires it and it will
It knows what it needs to do
Just listen to it.
And your Spirit will thank you in love

That is all that is just.

For all I’ve come across who chose to share their stories with me.

Thank you for giving me a window to transform into a powerful creator who shifts lives for all people experiencing and struggling with life’s challenges.
The act and the art of performance, poetry, and artistic expression has become the motivator and the catalyst for me to create this Shift, as a means for healing through the expressive arts and as a way to understand both humanity and the journey towards resilience in my own life.

I am grateful for the opportunity to channel circumstances and expand my knowledge in the cross section between the arts and mental health.

To the mentors (those whom I’ve spoken to and listened to their guidance and to the ones I haven’t met who are no longer with us) thank you for inspiring my consciousness and empowering me to claim my hidden power as a source for healing and creative action, so that I may live this way and pass it onto others.

To Emotional Well-being and exploring all the parts of who you are.
Such is like a beautiful butterfly
unmasked
coming out of its disguise
from out of its cocoon
Finally free from the glass that has tried to keep itself hidden from its true self.
Become that.
🦋✨

With gratitude and much healing your way,

❤️ LannaEvolved

Our moments are the reflections of ourselves not yet pinned against the creations that we seek to create in life and in the worlds we experience every day with those whom we know and do not yet know but are soon to meet.

I would not change my experiences or my destiny for anything as this has been the very thing that has allowed me to create and manifest the best for me.
See this as a truth for you and not once doubt it and it too will come to cross your path.

The choice is you and the will through me
Choice + Will = Love

Poetry is its own rhythm of
Wisdom in motion

Rhythm in language
Pain performing in its own right

Every single person has something to overcome to become
who they truly they are.

Wisdom
is just
Healed pain

Crushed

Winged

Mission

Pores

This is..

A mind ****

For

Forever is a myth


Eternity is reality

Kept under watch
Released by a cure

Jarred and Always Visible

Intangible at its best

Acting is about intelligence. It is knowing more than your work. For you are the job and that is to be intelligent without relying on your rational brain to save you.
Your mind will always have an answer, but remember, the spirit led connection you create with your partner contain the wanted or the unwanted result.
Only the responses you have for yourself hold the power to change it.
Keep them light, intentional, and free.

“What is discord at one point of your multidimensional being is harmony at its highest level.”

There is no reason as to why one is, that is the function of their chosen reality. To be who one is without knowing is being real. One is because one must be real. How real they are is another matter.

The artist finds whatever they need to spark their survival and then live it fully:

Speak your Affirmations with coherence and clarity. Then you’ll have confidence.

🦋  I control my state of mind
🦋  I speak my felt convictions into
affirmative authentic beliefs and pour them back out into the Universe on a consistent basis
🦋  I communicate my wants and needs with firm boundaries so that I am purposefully loved, respected, and trusted by others consciously

Writing poetry has allowed me to let those parts of me (the parts behind the mask)
live somewhere during challenging times.

That is why I have placed them on the page; to be able to move towards them like a wave and flow into something deeper and greater and more powerful:
Shifting these stories of imagery and metaphor as they are and weaving them as a symbol of creating my life.

I see movement in the stillness and my learning to tolerate and move beyond it.
To grow with it to higher places of expectation of myself. And just knowing that enables me to feel better.
I hope it does for you as well.
You are loved and appreciated.



A Butterfly Unmasked:

Our bodies are not blank figures:
We are a composite of creation
Of invisible form
A container of
Thought
of body
in a jar
Of human Spirit
Taking down the mask
Each day
I invite you into my stories of poems.

With Love and Healing,
LannaEvolved

Clarity erases all doubt, for it is not only what we believe, but how we assume ourselves to live within the feeling of our conviction that means everything towards finding it. We can easily reverse the sides.

Without internal power, the only thing left on your slate is blank justice.

Knowing you was like holding smoke in my hands.
The canvas dried, the brush hand choked.

And now I have met my match
Never wanted you
In reality it was the illusion
Of all the tactics you did
The boyish suffering you thrived upon
I was gone.
I got my freedom back.

Like an anchor on my soul
You always felt death running through your bones and
I holding onto something new
I'm loving my life since you.

You can’t tell me I’m wrong
Your guilt and your shame wouldn’t allow you to
I was left to my own devices
Thought I found a friend
Smoking mirrors just made me crave a connection
It's all on me
Healing is all I ever wanted to do
And I wouldn't change a thing
Because all this smoke glazed over
brought me to.. now
And I could not be more grateful.

I love the reality of my life more and more each day.

Vital

Holistic

Universal

Please me
When I soothe your pain
I will ease your strain
Unconsciously

Trust in the
Profusion

of your insides
Speaking out
Unconditionally
I know

Your health goes further than this certitude

It is reactionary
But precariously
beautiful
To watch  
when you do not expect
The possible
To Manifest its Shine

Writing are the thoughts of a playful insightful vision, big or small, stored inside the secrets of its Universe made to effect, swayed to absorb, felt to come alive.

I do not choose a game of mental chess
I'd prefer you show me
By trusting that we can hold the space

———————————————————

Undoing every punch
Lock my voice inside a dial tone of conflicting passions
It’s a curious thing when
You let these buried phantoms master you
They reappear and sweep you up
Into uncharted territories

As you sit and stare at their ghost of a memory
Knowingly
Dissecting the luminosity of your youth
Naive innocence
Still there
No faded imagery or idea is too far away to be
Believed
All is possible
in the mirror
of another world
Or so it seems…

Part 1:

Mask on
Mask off

I have trespassed and tiptoed through dark roads and unquestionable choices  

I have moved to make the
journey holy
Mortality is identity concealed over time
And brought to life by us for We are.

Just like our masks tied on tight we must keep reviving one another like the heartbeat that pumps through the veins of Goliath.


Part 2:

We are here together in healing.
This Love is unity put back together in solid foundational form.

We come from separate lives
And we feel the separation in them

But when we find home...

Home feels the most comfortable peace
Tasting the best kept promise

Insanity
          
               is

                  the
                            process
                                
                            of  
                              e­very    line   that  
appears                            
      in   it’s  crooʞed                                                    ­  
                                      form

The end of the world on
(The Mayan Calendar)

Love is free. Love is flow.
It unravels the chains that no longer bind us to our past experiences.
For it is just us now.
And we are: immense.
I love you.

“All falsely perceived power can do is make the hand bleed that uses it”.

Be a man or woman of value through a love to create. That will never leave you. 🦋

Is It You Again?

Self- Destruction
Head above water
Emotionally
Physically
Sunken

Is paranoia
Progress
When I draw a circle

Take it back
Start a cycle

Like sandbags trying to keep
The flow of an ocean at bay

I’m afraid
To crash
On top of them

Maybe a cloud will catch me

I wonder. Would it feel like cotton powder?


Watching him close
Finding my way

Anxiety is the cat’s cry
Hoping to connect with a human
Who never sees them

At the same time
Trusting the day
Picking states
In a daze again...
In between
sleep
and creation

Every unwanted feeling we feel is constructed through the mental energy we place on those who make an attempt to corrupt our truth and our true nature.

That is how we in turn begin to develop patterns of behavior, where our heart shifts towards a certain way of being and becoming. The best part is we can choose and leave the past. It does not own us.

I need to see past the parts of shatter
How two humans can be made and not made
For the other
The disturbing distance
Created in a spin of unique difference
When long-standing oppression comes with mixed emotions
Opportunities never came back to me
They’re out there like glowing stars
But they don’t glitter for ones like me
They haven’t been offered yet

I met you in a world apart.
When you couldn’t reach me
I’ve been treated so long
As if I was becoming Insufferable

Fine winding tendrils that once cradled the heart
They say that promises sweeten the growth
But I don’t need this
I don’t need this

I need the sweetness, the mistrust, the kiss goodnight, the beacon light, the distance lost, the softness, the weakness
A Victory sweet
Love of my life

Oh I need this..

I’m a slow dying flower
At a frost biting hour
Slowly becoming untouchable

Do you remember the way
You missed me before
Your face spoke like promises
whispered like prayers

You better stop your mouth
Bite the words
hold your breath
Find your worth
And find yourself
Under my dress
Naked in bed
I love this
Scene
Cut

Taking Down the Mask with healthy vulnerability:

In order to evolve through each experience you need to evaluate

Pockets of Time.

Without change or experience of time there would be no butterflies

When you deeply feel the gratitude in what you have created, you remain unconditional in your thinking of what you can achieve through your art and within your life.

“I am learning everyday how to be able to keep the peace within me and disallow noise from the outside world to seep through as a barrier to my inner knowingness and emotional freedom.

I know what's meant for me, and so it sis strong enough to avoid illusory beliefs that aren't real or people who attempt to harm my emotional and mental vibrancy or my safe space within.”

We are creating each of these moments every single day and so it is up to you to work towards their development.
Happy fluttering 🦋. You got it.

Let my guard down
Then you pulled it around

Close my eyes

I move
And you’re not there
This cage is deep and endless
Makes you insane
Going through the slide
Wake up on the silver lining

A dream maze
Slips through fairy dust
Powdered rain drops
and Power plays
Reappear
Just when I’m unprepared
Why couldn’t I see your actions defused?
This was psychological warfare

I was getting used to it
Someone you love
Is a more than trying on a feeling

It’s a commitment to the truth
Without the repetition of indecision