Life is just like fruit.

We're "human beings" having a conscious experience. Our true self is that of the observer & a still being that upon our deaths merge into a beautiful light being. Then we are  "recycled" until we are able to reach ascension due to our own willingness and desire to be like the Creator desires us to be. In this experience, on this planet, within our shared reality..... some are subjected or have been subjected or will be subjected to a level of trauma that most people aren't. Don't become lost. We normally blame ourselves and WE CANNOT NOT ALLOW THAT...BLAME EXISTS FOR THE GUILTY NOT FROM THE VICTIM.... truly allow someone to comfort you and help ...This prevents remaining in a victim state...We all have lessons to learn & actual issues that must be resolved in to completion before our ascension...True comfort and love without judgement is rare...find someone you can be vulnerable with to lend comfort to you. It will allow you to open up even furth...

        There is something so very amazing as having a nice bed. I think it is ridiculously underrated in this world. It is a true sanctuary. Just as a dry morsel feels along side a meek quietness, than a house full of feasting wreaking strife. In this very time I thought I was lost, many times I have thought I was beyond salvation. Then the dungeon shook and my chains...my shackles.... fell off. We aren't what we want to be; we haven't yet reached what we are going to be; but thank God, we aren't what we were. So when the bait is more than the fish, it will be time to stop fishing. Until then...Happy Hunting (the lioness shall never seem to never sleep her duty never done, yet with class and sleek intellect it becomes not just a job but fun) Keep kicking ass. The Fruit Never that never Falls too Far From the Tree 

Gonna stop breathin.........Sickin, to my depth within.......All the damn constant beggin.......Always askin.......Buggin......Raggin me ........Under my skin, gettin me........Deep crawlin inside me.........Cause its only them tryin.....To keep me cryin.......Just to keep them fly ......highin.......Constantly wantin......Materialistic bullshit somethin.......I am straight strugglin.....Financially jugglin......My poor heartstrings they keep yankin, pullin.....They just cant keep it coolin......Thinkin i'm straight foolin.....These kids are trippin......My damn Moms is flippin.......Ain't no still waters, they still runnin.......Like I'm expected to........I keep fallin.......Never felt less than......I do now......I'm never losin my coolin.....I did that before ......it did nothin but run my ship ashore ........Yet they still wantin more......The bar was set far too high......I did NOT set that shit, did I?.....It's a massive hole......I keep stallin.....backwards...

Moonlight dances upon her peace. Her church. She offers up her body in motion. Blessed offerings of a shimmering shower of an anointed potion. For all that wish to lead their moments of with faith and never ending.  Without cease.  Redolence hints of lavender from the embodiment of her grace. Her face scintillating. Bountiful remains of shimmer weep off of her soul. Truths and lies, each a part as if they were stitched with the lives that she herself unfolds, as if sprung from a flowers bed. A state of discernment that fills the air with a thickness, a weight, an echoing proverbial billowing light. A warmth that wraps you in an embrace that once was built for only lovers. Feet moving at the berm, relenting, allowing the take over, Encapsulation and sweeping beyond. A dance of the ages? Conveying, interpreting the message for the awakened. Her gilded life in which she was born yet fought to keep. Herself, a queen of her own cloud. A cloud that didn't cover but uplifte...

True life I'm a Mom. Days have come and they have gone. They've grown so tall. I've seemed to grow so small. The days move by more speedily. Time I thought that I'd one day have with them is also very gone. I've lost all the little giggles, hugs, smiles and late night "moms" while they jump in your bed after nightmares. I missed out. I fucking missed out while it broke my heart & theirs. I missed out because I was "too" busy grinding, hustling, hoping for the job that would give new the money to have those irreplaceable moments. Now. I'll never have them. I do have the moments where they say things you've taught them back to you. In their deep efforts just to try to help their MOM handle life. I do have the moments when they still hug you and kiss you on thes lips cause you are their mom. I do have MY BOYS. I have my boys because I've never stopped fighting, hustling, trying. I never stopped trying to be the strongest...

Sun sets upon the horizon beginning its diurnal dance, sensually caressing the oceans enticing curves. Endless waves kiss the shoreline. Just as love sometimes does, the ebb takes over whilst singing its apathetic aria of change. Ever shifting the balance of here and there. Near and far. Abstentions and intemperance. The kaleidoscope metamorphosis that gives birth to the balance between all pleasures and pains. Perpetually adjusting so as to give some equipoise to overwhelming precariousness. Vacillation of power and acquiescence. The sun exchanges places with the moon. Seasons give way to one another. Harmony. Serenity. Tranquility. The holy trinity. Exploration of deeply treasured divinity. As the ocean reaches for the sky, the sky reaches for the stars. Stretched from underneath all of my scars to see the forest for the trees. Seeing past the worlds duplicity. Greeting wisdoms lessons with veracity. Expanding an untamed elemental discerning gift of integrity. Beautiful wings bur...

         Supine in a grave of my design. Earth slowly covers me. Suffocation imminent. Willing myself to hold on and get up. Moving is impossible. Did I place myself here? Allowing this to be my eternal grave of perdition. Starting this was a place to hide, to run away from everything. Nothing could reach me. Especially not myself. Numbness only resides here. A bottomless void fades into an entirety. Not remembering when I stopped finding the line where numbness should end then self should begin. No savior can deliver me from the wasteland I have become. No rescue. No safety net. Everything around me became infectious then I became breathless. Feeling death encroaching welcoming it more over time. The arrival of the end, asphyxiation in all its fruition. A secret hidden place that slowly drifted into a disease. Pestilence sliding everything I've known into obliteration. Giving me no heartbeat. Termination. A grave dug by only me. This grave is at capac...