So much to write, so little time. On the grind for a feeling of satisfaction that is so sublime, I awake and my consciousness has risen. Peace is found when the ego is outgrown. The judgement of Man does not matter, unless strictly made in Court. I do as I please, and my blessings increase. …
Delay, delay, delay… Life is a play, and all we do is delay in order to stray away from reality. We are mere actors on the stage of life, Each unexpected turn is morality being taught within this story. It’s only a matter of time ‘Til we meet our end Until then, Let’s delay one …
From whence you came to change my life so drastically? Mystical is your origin, and encapsulating is your reach. I alone know your effects on me. At first, I doubted your power, over time, I am left flabbergasted by your limitless abilities. In this game of influence, you have won. If hate is the problem, …
Tensions are high. The future is unknown. Tables turn, as some of us cry over fallen, broken dreams; while others laugh and dance to the beats of their own drum. Reality seems unreal now and nightmares take the place of fantasies, but only if you let it. We each have our part to play in …
I ponder, I write, I reflect on the images in my mind like photographs in a gallery which leads me to places I have never been. I envision beauty that is beyond what I can behold, so as soon as I grasp such a thought,I let it go… To run free on pages, lips and …
Analysis of immeasurable time spent in the truest form of the word, where compromise is fashioned for the greater good. The truth is imminent, approaching at a masterful speed and attempts at evasion are futile. An enigmatic inevitability, call it by its name and perhaps ponder on the meaning, the essence of its use and …
Writing in blocks of letters, characters in unison, steadily inked across the pages, on lines paralleled and refined. What a time to be on the grind, grinding away for the ever-green day. Momentarily, I listen to the sounds of the ether. High as the stone thrown upwards, on gravity’s day off. Stoned in space, spatial …
Life is a beautiful thing, like the wind that blows the blades of grass on an October morning. The sky may be grey yet the sun will soon come shining through. The pursuit of hopelessness is futile for there is hope as long as there is life, and where there is no life, is a …
I write not for the sake of writing, but rather, I write for the purpose of sharing… Sharing thoughts, ideas, emotions and above all, A message of love. At times it seems like a mystery, for where do the words come from? It is a puzzle that is being assembled right before my eyes. It …
