#live

The cause and effect.

Oh how did I forget to put the honey on the womb that was the atonement to your aliveness? Your spliced solace 

Combined like terms

And you get I.

With you it was a mistake gone right.

A cold case found 

A rebound

Rebooting the hard drive we thought it was the sound.

It was.

Our truths not told so it was heard in third parties,

Lowly is the man who has nobody.

Friends forever broken down,

passion ignited was the beginning of the end to a union that was suppose to last forever.

Our forever was momentarily infinite.

Parasites to the mental capacity to see beyond our way of thinking left us like this.

 Creative mind ceased,

Yet the memory keeps the juices flowing.

Finding love in a hopeless place put me in a position to be truly loved.

To know what it felt like.

Life ain’t so easy as they say 

And situations ain’t so stationary as envoys 

I was employed

To invite you to a branch of lighthearted comfort and familiarity.

You served as an editor of what Self worth meant to me,

I see the God in me,

All thanks to you.

Appreciation is an understatement 

I appreciate this current present.

To love and be loved so perfectly aligned 

I never could of dream of such sweetness.

The cause and effect. 

Going through the dark to see the light.

You made it all possible.

I thank you for your wisdom.

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The power of L O V E.

Love  

This word love can be cemented in alpha like scenic areas

Pacing down yellow brick roads

recreated to see the colorful mixologist touches on exotic beverages

Or created to be a havoc in someone’s world

This word without action can show the most unfilling desires taking place,

Not realizing your more than a word you are in fact life.

And life is love 

Love being four letters and four arguably representing the salt of the earth. Saltines for the hungry and ebsom salt for our aches and pains. Perhaps the salty looks we give when love recedes its questioning hairlines.

Or the salt we feel when we gave it our all and it still wasn’t enough.

Maybe the sea salt in the ocean to clear out some impurities in our temple.

To wash away the old and welcoming the new.

Perhaps remembering what was and embracing what is now.

Salt baths mixed with some fresh milk for purification.

Love is righteous.

The Deacon board somely swear the beauty of life in you is in all of us.

Kneed crackled kneecaps falling at the alter once remembering love lives in you when love have consistently failed you.

What to do?

Is your God listening or is your own God in you waiting to be woken up soon?

Pick a bed.

One that can be your gravely idled emotions soaking in a puddle of tears for someone you can’t save or a bed lovingly to have peace in knowing you loved yourself well enough to know tomorrow is a faith driven source you believe in.

In the meantime you grind for the love of the life you have.

Kicking down doors where ever you go because your self influence give others peace in you knowing you are power to be reckon with.

Love is power

telekinesis that feels those energetic sources deep down in your diaphragm reminding you he still lives there.

He gave you the power.

He?

The love of your life that’s no longer here.

But granted he gave you something infinite you can take with you.

You might cry now but later you’ll see the blessing.

May God and Goddesses around the world know this beautiful spectrum of the greatest force known to man.

The power of love.

Bare (so be endlessly you.)

Bare eyes.
That’s why they cry
Nothing to hold them in
Only bacteria is streaming in

Bare soul.
Covered by lies and black holes
Torn at the waist
The universe already made its destiny
as if it was laced.

Bare heart.
As if this was arranged from the start
Since birth you were meant to be hurt
So pain is ideally made to perpetuate life’s dirt.

However,

Bare eyes
You mustn’t look as if you are
about to continuously die.
Life must be chosen to be lived because
who knows where we will end.
So please give your beauty another reason to begin.

Bare heart
why must you be so cold where your warmth is mercilessly hard to start?
Please ensure your love for humanity is real so adapt and commune to your compassion.
And at the end of each and every day always uplift yourself to the One who presides in heaven.

Bare soul
There is no way you can be made out of coal.
You are here for a reason so your fervor isn’t pursuant to your accolades
It’s those silent gestures your innate being suggest you may be developing into an actual saint.

So don’t be so hard on yourself because
those bare eyes are beautiful regardless of how little hair you have covering them.

Your bare heart that needs repairing, let it fall into a routine that loves yourself so that you are that higher whole number partaking in a sum.

What a soul you must have to be so selfless you rather cry your way out to see how you’ll make it without leaving the sun.

So with that said and done, simply put,

Be endlessly you.

Forever blue skies

forever bluuuuuue skiessss
Forever blue skies 
Is the reason why I feel so high…. 
…on life that is, regardless of the turmoil it brings…. 
…because every morning it opens a door…. 
Granted, it shuts one. Depending on the will of higher powers. 
But in my mind….doesn’t matter what, I’m in a state of mind…which 
have forever blue skies…. 
…Lord saved my sanity when I was weak, narrow minded, clueless, resentful, 
Biased, relayed upon, depressed, and guilty, ….when I only could 
See darkness, black shadows, cloudiness, coldness, hurt, and pain… 
….those blue skies were non-existent. My mind played tricks on me, my temple felt 
caged, I had trouble sleeping, heartache made me take a wild goose chase of the 
past and my soul was weary. 
Recovering addicts tend to fall back in the state of bad habits… 
Not me. I will forever NEVER feel and see darkness for the rest of my life. You ask why? 
Simple. Tomorrow will bring new mornings, new opportunities to start over, to have a chance to 
capture life’s beauty….. 
…… They say life is what you make it, why not make it to your best advantage while having the “sighhhhhhhhh” feeling in your soul while forever seeing blue skies? 
The ones who aren’t here with us anymore are, why can’t we resemble Heaven’s features through our characteristics of our soul on an everyday basis? Our blue skies? 
Life’s hard, yes. But quiet as kept, someone is going through worse. We are only given one life to LEAD. So 
Embrace it, feel it, enjoy it, be happy in it. 
There will be times in which it’s a (an) 
struggle, pain, affliction, sorrow, grind, tragedy, surprise, miracle, etc. 
These are just called season’s baby. 
Go through them while being high on them forever blue skies. 
why be deprived of your will to you get by? One word. Survive. (With a smile on your face of course!..)

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