Why isn’t being yourself enough for some people?
Even if I could read your mind, what kind of story would you write?
How can we make it right?
Time after time
We’re expiring, wasting moments admiring who I couldn’t be.
I had to stay true to me.
Facing the mirror— a juxtaposition to age won’t crack under the pressure.
A diamond in the hay riddled with needles.
Needless to say,
it’s a safe.
I proclaim my transformation.
Optimistic in my Prime:
Why is being yourself too much for people?
Vacuums in the space
A swirl of emotion displaced in a Milk Way of consciousness.
I’m black like the cosmos.
The stars look like dragon scales, and the breeze is subtle like hummingbirds.
We are the fruit – knowledge is the nectar.
Why do we have to bury seeds in darkness so they can cherish the sun?
Life without it ain’t nuthin, don’t quit your day job if you won’t give up frontin’.
We live to stunt. We hype the stunts, and
Stunt the runts thirsty for the love.
You the plug.
You the one.
Nourish the mind, body, soul, spirit open to the divine energy;
peacefully surrendering your ego.
Your heart will grow roots, as it attaches itself to your body.
Don’t be sorry, but don’t be surprised.
When we’re ascending there is no baggage rule for the flight.
Sit tight. Stay grounded. Let your soul levitate.
Faith is nonnegotiable.
Being anti-social doesn’t solve loneliness. Keep roaming.
Even without presence your realness can never be denied.
Stay tight. Stay light.
Keep up the,