Blue Sky

I SEE THE BLUE SKY SAY, THE LORD'S COMING THOUGH...
I had these dreams in my head of an endless sphere
I could see it from my window
Wouldn't take that long to get me there
Keep running til'I can't go
Remember the beautiful things life could give me
Crazy how i'm the one
Could've been anywhere, but i'm sitting in the air
With the wolves up staring at the sun
Ohh, in the sky we'll find the light
Ohh, ain't too high we'll shine at night
No we in the skies, blue skies
And we going higher, last night
.......

This is a piece i took from the song "Blue Sky" By Common and it sort of describes my current emotions. Hopefully i can elaborate more on this subject in the coming days...

Yannick No 1.m4v

And i Love You

In Every Way

i Love it when we Play

i Love you in my Pray

i Loved you then

and Love for you to Stay

My Darling,

knows my heart,

knows my intentions,

and that's all we need to start...

is That i Love You.

in Every Way

i wish i could say more

i wish i could play more

i'm learning,

some things are better left quiet

i'm learning,

silence brings clarity.

I hope you had a fun day

on this beautiful sunday.

Me,

i slept all day.

hoping i get to travel to a place filled with joy

like little boys, on the playground

with friends, toys, and play sounds.

i slept hoping once awake,

life will have a different shape.

hoping once awake,

our struggles was all a fake.

Even food is no longer of interest

appetite is felt-less

i hope for a regain, tomorrow.

i hope our good days will follow

i hope,

through God,

bad days ahead will be borrowed.

sometimes,

i wish i offered more.

This is the illusion involved when my mind is talking to you.

Even in the midst of tribulations,

we must survive.

Even in the midst of complications,

our sense of humor will keep things alive...

FREELANCE REFLECTION

NO MORE LOSING SLEEP

WHEN AIMING FOR EXCELLENCE

NO MORE PLEADING

WHEN FOCUSED ON STRIVING

TO THE MASTERY OF TEMPERANCE

WOKE UP THIS MORNING

FEELING LIKE THE FUTURE.

BELONGING IN A CITY

WHERE NO LESS

IS TAKEN

BUT PERFORMANCE

UNDER PRESSURE

HAPPY IS HOME,

NOW OVER HERE ?

ITS ROUGH RUGGET AND RAW.

AND GRINDING

IS THE RESEMBLANCE

OF IT ALL

STILL,

THE PRESENCE OF GOD

VIGOROUSLY FELT…

**I have no idea where I’m going with this but my mind is traveling very fast and I love this lane so fast and so furious. Hope you catch my drift.**

WOKE UP THIS MORNING

EYES DRY

BETTER THAN LAST NIGHT

BUT EMOTIONALLY

ROLLERCOASTING

ON VIVIAN GREEN.

TOOK A SHOT

AT DAILY ROUTINE

MEDITATION

VAPORIZING STEAM

CLARITY IS

OUT OF REACH

ON THIS DAY

FILLED WITH CLOUDS

HEARD A VOICE

CLEAR AND LOUD

SAYING,

IT’S HARD TO KNOW YOUR WORTH

WHEN SURROUNDED

BY WORTHLESS.

TRUTH IS,

THERE'S NO GREATER

SATISFACTION

THAN ACTING ALONE

AT LAST,

DISAPPOINTMENTS

LOOKS LIKE A MIRROR

REFLECTION OF SELF.

AFTER GIVING

EVERYTHING,

IT'S TIME,

TIME TO GIVE

EVERYTHING UP.

LET EVERYTHING DOWN

LET EVERYTHING GROUND

LIKE A SEED

LET IT GROW

LET IT FLOW

LET GOD...

DarkHole

IT’S HARD STANDING UP WHEN YOUR HEAD IS ALWAYS HUNG DOWN. IT’S HARD EXPOSING YOUR CAPABILITIES, WHEN IN FEAR YOU CONSTANTLY ABOUND. IT’S HARD TO VISUALIZE THE END, WHEN YOU WON’T EVEN START. IT’S HARD TO FIND HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, WHEN YOU’RE NOT ASSURED BY FAITH. IT’S HARD TO FIND HOPE, WHEN YOU DON’T HAVE THE EVIDENCE OF THINGS NOT SEEN. IT’S HARD TO FIND HOPE WHEN YOU'RE GOING DOWN HILL. IT’S HARD TO CLAIM THE VICTORY WHEN YOU’VE ALREADY ACCEPTED DEFEAT. IT’S HARD TO KNOW YOUR WORTH, WHEN YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY WORTHLESS. IT’S HARD TO SEE YOUR WORTH, WHEN YOUR ENEMY IS THE CONSTANT REMINDER OF HOW YOU’VE FALLEN SHORT OF YOUR FATHER’S COMMANDS. IT’S HARD TO LAY YOUR BURDENS DOWN, WHEN YOU NEVER KNEW THEY WERE NOT MEANT FOR YOU TO HAVE. IT’S HARD KNOWING THAT YOU ARE FORGIVEN, WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN REDEEMED. IT’S HARD TO KEEP THE FAITH, WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW HE’S A REFUGE FOR THE OPPRESSED, A STRONGHOLD IN TIMES OF TROUBLE. IT’S HARD TO EXPERIENCE FREEDOM, WHEN YOU’RE HANDCUFFED TO YOUR PAST. IT’S HARD TO FIND THE JOY, WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW THE PROMISE THAT YOUR PRESENT STRUGGLES SHALL COME TO PASS. IT’S HARD TO MOVE FORWARD, WHEN YOU’RE SET ON LOOKING BACK. IT’S HARD TO SEE THE ABUNDANCE, WHEN YOU’RE FOCUSED ON YOUR LACKS. IT’S HARD TO FIGHT THE BATTLE, WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW THAT IT IS ALREADY WON.

IT’S HARD TO SEE THE RANBOW WHEN YOU’RE TOO AFRAID TO STEP OUT OF THE DARK. IN DEED IN EVERY DARK HOLE THERE’S ALWAYS A CRACK, AND THAT’S WHERE THE LIGHT COMES IN. BUT I TELL YOU IT’S EVEN HARDER TO SEE THAT LIGHT, WHEN YOU HAVE NOT ACCEPTED THE SON.

Written by Yannick

Inspired by Sharece Vance

MARIA VALENCIA

THE COUPLE LIVED IN A TOWN THAT SEEM TO HAVE A PROSPEROUS FUTURE. GEOGRAPHICALLY, THE TOWN CONSIST OF PLATEAUS, MOUNTAINS AND VALLEYS. ITS CLIMATE, TROPICAL AND RAIN FOREST LIKE PROVIDED EVIDENCE OF NATURAL GROWTH ACROSS ITS DARK BROWNISH SOIL. A RIVER SHAPED LIKE A UNICORN, BIRTHED IN THE NORTHEAST REGION DOWN TO THE SOUTHWEST REGION JOINING THE ATLANTIC. WITH A CARPENTRY BUSINESS THE COUPLE'S FUTURE LOOKED PROMISING AS THE TOWN’S POPULATION STAGGERED ON A WEEKLY BASIS. ** Rosa-Maria is the name of the woman in this story. ** Valencia is the third largest city in Spain.

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN ONCE

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN TWICE

THE SHIP HAS LEFT THE HARBOR.

I FELL BEHIND CRYING ON THE DOCK

DEPARTED WITH MY LIFETIME INVESTMENT AND STOCK.

THERE GOES THE SHIP…

ON A JOURNEY TO VAST WATERS OF THE OCEAN

THE RIVER IS NO LONGER A CHALLENGE

LIFE’S NO LONGER A BALANCE

SHE’S TAKEN ALL THAT WAS LEFT OF ME TO VALENCIA

WHO’S TO PUT ME OUT OF THIS MISERY?

GOD, THE CONQUERER OF ALL

PLEASE WAKE ME FROM THIS REALITY.

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN ONCE

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN TWICE

THE SHIP HAS LEFT THE HARBOR.

I FELL BEHIND CRYING ON THE DOCK

THIRSTY AS SAHARA

I AM WAITING FOR THE RAIN TO BRING GROWTH.

IN THE MORNING, I DAY DREAM ABOUT OUR LIVES TOGETHER

REMINISCING ON THE DAYS WE PLANNED TO EXCHANGE VOWS IN THE LATE SEASONS OF JUNE.

WONDERING HOW YOU DISAPPEARED FOREVER

IN THE NIGHT I COUNT THE PATTERNS OF THE MOON BECAUSE ROSA-MARIA OVER POWERED SLEEP.

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN ONCE

THERE, I HEAR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORN TWICE

DEPARTED FROM THE HARBOR

I’M LEFT WITH A LONG LASTING DETRIMENT TO MY SPIRIT.

MEMORIES REMAIN ALIVE UNTIL WE UNITE

AS THE SUN’S FINGERPRINTS RELOCATES ACROSS THE SKY,

I HOPE THE GODS OF THE WIND PUNISH THE WAVES THAT KEPT MY WORRIES TIED.

**PHASE 2**

CANOEING THROUGH VAST WATERS OF THE OCEAN

RESISTING CONSTANT WAVES IN MOTION,

ALL SO I MAY FOLLOW THIS MATCHING SOUND OF MY HEART BEAT,

HIDDEN SOMEWHERE IN VALENCIA.

STRIVING THROUGH FORESTS UNKNOWN,

SEEKING TO GRASP HER APPEARANCE IN FULL BLOWN,

I HEARD STORIES LIKE THESE HAVE HAPPY ENDINGS.

HIDDEN SOMEWHERE IN VALENCIA.

IT IS TRUE THAT OPPORTUNITY COMES TO THOSE WHO WAIT.

BUT JUST HOW CLOSE ONE MUST BE IN ORDER TO SEIZE ?

LOVE IS SOMETIMES JUST BELIEFS OF THE UNTHINKABLE…

THIS TIME MY BEATS HAS TAKEN AN ALTERNATIVE DIRECTION

PALPABLE AS REALITY BE, I FOUND HER MAKING SOUNDS WITH ANOTHER KIND

DEFINITELY NOT MINE.

IMPOSING SELF TO EMBRACE THIS FINAL MOMENT WITH RELIEF IS ALL THAT’S LEFT OF ME

IN THIS EPIPHANY

REGARDLESS OF THE PROMISES MADE ON RAIN, STORM, SLEET & SNOW

SHE’S DISCOVERED A NEW FLOW, TO CARRY ON

I MUST LET HER GO.

AND SO AT NIGHT, MY MEMOIRE PREPARES ITS SHARE…

MY DEAR,

YOU DISCOREVERED A NEW SOUND.

I FEARED THERE’S NO COMING BACK.

BUT MAY THIS MUSIC BE EVERLASTING TO YOUR EARS

FOR THEY DON’T COME IN VAGUE

ENJOY.

**PHASE 3**

IF YOU WANT TO BE GIVEN EVERYTHING, GIVE EVERYTHING UP.

EVEN THOUGH GIVING IS NOT A TWO WAY STREET.

DAYS HAVE PASSED AND LIFE LOOKS MORE LIKE REAPED HISTORY

I SHALL DARE TO UTTER BLASPHEMIES AGAINST IT

MEMORIES OF THE DOCK AND THE WAVES AND ROSA-MARIA TRIGGER MY LONG GONE SENSE OF TOUCH TO HOW WE USE TO BE.

NOW I SEE THAT IT IS EASY LOVING THAN BEING LOVED…

Hourglass

Since it is true that the more the sand “has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it”, I see the true colors of folks within my reach. And so any promise made becomes only necessity of the past, what’s happening now is the necessity of the present.

When the “Now” speaks it says, we are products of the environment. Refusing to stretch aid to our neighbors only assures individuality and greediness of tomorrow. We are the machines that keep this world spinning tilted. We are responsible for the rivers of the earth’s overflowing blood. We are the source of our children’s mind twisted. We are the source of their imagination folded. We are the halt on flow. We are the future with nowhere to go. How will I grow?

I’m pleading that you may take a look in the mirror, hoping you can see this distorted reflection of self. My name is Sahara; I am thirsty for the better of our posterity. My name is Jerusalem; I am the genesis of great destiny. My name is Ramadan; I’m starving for humanity…

Raphael Saadiq - Good Man

ToDaY

As if tomorrow was burned

I'm surrounded by today,

Smooth and productive

Early rise, no alarm to prove i'm alive

No dreams. Which means,

No need to read through my archives,

In order to make sense or connections.

Happy i am

Free i feel

Just as if tomorrow was burned

I'm surrounded by today,

Smooth and productive

Sun early rising, birds fearlessly singing

To Ears, suppressed from quarrels

No phone ringing!

Happy i am,

Free i feel.

What's next,

Now that sorrow became yesterday's emotion?

To do list:

Take this oath for progression,

Growth sessions,

No stressing,

Community service & constant migration.

As if tomorrow was burned

I'm surrounded by today

Carpe Diem...

RaNdOm

How can you tell the rain not to fall when clouds exist. How can you tell the leaves not to fall when the wind exist. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist... i seek to live ur presence today, tomorrow, to infinity in Unity!

Tinie Tempah - Written In The Stars ft. Eric Turner

PATIENCE, KINDNESS, SLOW TO ANGER

WITH HER I LEARNED PATIENCE

WITH HER I LEARNED KINDNESS

WITH HER I BECAME SLOW TO ANGER

LOVE,

LIKE AN ORGANISM UNSEEN

SHE CAUGHT MY INSTINCTS

BY SURPRISE

LIKE AN EARLY SUN RISE,

AWAKEN I WAS BY HER SPIRIT

WITH HER I LEARNED PATIENCE

WITH HER I LEARNED KINDNESS

WITH HER I BECAME SLOW TO ANGER

LOVE,

AT TIMES,

I FIND MYSELF

PROTECTIVE OF HER.

LIKE THE FULLY BLOWN

DAFFODILS BY THE LAKE

HER PRESENCE,

A THING OF BEAUTY

UNTIL,

UNTIL THE DAYS CONFRONTATIONS

AND ARGUMENTS TOOK TURN.

SHE TRANSFORMED

INTO A PERSON NEVER SEEN

INTO SOMETHING

SOMETHING AFRAID TO STARE AT

BLOOD BOILING

IN A LOSS FOR WORDS

FELT BETRAYED

ASHAMED

OF SELF ALL WAS LEFT OF ME

HEAD SHAKING

MOMENTS OF UNBELIEF

COLORS REVEALED

SHAME ON ME

I UNDERACHIEVED

SPOKE HIGHLY OF

TOO SOON

TO MY KIN

TOO LATE,

I GAVE MY ALL.

AND NOW,

NO ONE TO SHARE MY FALL

OVERWHELMED

BY LONELINESS

IN THIS DARKNESS

WITHOUT A WAY

TO ILLUMINATE

MONTHS AFTER MONTHS

PLEADING

RESULTED IN DESTRUCTION

ENDING WITH

SUCH DETRIMENT

TO MY SPIRIT

I'M LEARNING

TO EMBRACE PEACE

I'M FIGHTING

WITH FORGIVENESS

AT LEAST.

IN THE MEAN TIME

MY DEMONS

CHANTING FOR REVENGE

I'M SEEKING

FOR WAYS TO ADVANCE

Love... Force it and it disappears. You cannot will love, nor even control it.You can only guide its expression. It comes or it goes according to those qualities in life that invite it or deny its presence. ~David Seabury

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LIFE’S A THRILL TO THE EYES OF THE UNKNOWN

WISE MEN ONCE SPOKE IN DEEP SOUND:

“NOT KNOWING IS LIKE THE SILENCE IN THE EMPTINESS OF A COMA…”

THEN THERE WAS A MOMENT OF SILENT.

SOUNDLESS, ENOUGH TO HEAR THE QUIET WIND OUTSIDE ON A WARM SPRING EVENING.

AS THE ARTIFICIAL CHAMBERS OF OXYGEN REMAINED BRIEFLY IN FUNCTION,

THE CRYING meow's OF CATS CAN ONLY CONFIRM TERMINATION.

HE WHISPERS:

“THERE ARE THOSE WHO SPEAK

BUT THOSE WHO SEEK NEVER FALL

SUCCESS IN LIFE IS A BRAWL.

BEFORE YOU WALK YOU MUST CRAWL.

KEEP GOD THEN YOU WILL SURVIVE”

ONCE AGAIN THERE WAS A MOMENT OF SILENT…

SOUNDLESS, ENOUGH TO HEAR THE QUIET WIND OUTSIDE ON A WARM SPRING EVENING.

THE ARTIFICIAL CHAMBERS OF OXYGEN REMAINED BRIEFLY IN FUNCTION,

THE CRYING meow's OF CATS CAN ONLY CONFIRM TERMINATION.

AGAIN HE WHISPERS:

“EVEN THOSE ON THE HIGHEST THRONE MUST DESCEND TO ASHES.

EVEN THE GREATEST CAN NOT BE AN ISLAND.

BUT AT THEIR BEST ONLY THEN CAN BECOME PENINSULAS.

GOD, PRINCIPLES, STRONG HEART, AND KINDNESS TO THE NEEDY ARE MY OLD 4 KeYs TO SUCCESS.

STAY STRONG AND DO NOT LOSE GRIP ON THE IMPORTANCE”

ONCE AGAIN THERE WAS A MOMENT OF SILENT…

SOUNDLESS, ENOUGH TO HEAR THE QUIET WIND OUTSIDE ON A WARM SPRING EVENING.

AS THE ARTIFICIAL CHAMBERS OF OXYGEN REMAINED BRIEFLY IN FUNCTION,

THE CRYING meow's OF CATS CAN ONLY CONFIRM TERMINATION.

THIS TIME HE’S GONE

TRULY INTO THAT DEEP SLEEP.

NO COMING BACK

NO SOUNDING FACT

AND I’M LEFT WITH ONE LAST PHRASE,

“KNOWLEDGE OF SELF DETERMINATION…”

PHASE2: ThE NoW

THE ECHO CONTINUES,

KNOWLEDGE OF SELF, DETERMINATION

KNOWLEDGE OF SELF, ELEVATION

KNOWLEDGE OF THE UNKNOWN, DEPRIVATION

AND THAT IS MY CURRENT ESTATE.

NOT KNOWING IS THE COMA WE ALL WANT TO ARISE FROM.

SO SUDDEN YOU NO LONGER IN A PHYSICAL FORM

SO SUDDEN SINCE REMOVING THE UMBILICAL CORD

SO SUDDEN SINCE THE METAPHORIC STORY TELLING OF MY ANCESTOR.

SINCE THAT LONG AND PRECIOUS WALK TO 1st.DaY OF 1st.GrAdE

SINCE THOSE SURPRISES AT LUNCH TIME

SINCE THE BACK YARD CULTIVATING LESSONS

SINCE THE LIFE LEARN MORALS AND BLESSINGS

SO SUDDEN SINCE

ALL SUDDEN

SINCE…

YESTERDAY BLEW FASTER THAN THE WINDS

SO FAST THAT IT STINGS.

TODAY I’M LEFT CONTEMPLATING THE IFS

OUR SEPARATION CAUSED A LOST OF GUIDANCE

HOW MAY I ADVANCE?

HOW WILL I CARRY MY NAME?

PaCeM

I don’t know where I’m going but I am very confident cause I can feel his presence.

This morning my mind was up and early but at the same time blank as a white sheet of paper. Ironically i thought that was a very good thing because it felt like an introduction to a new chapter. New Life. New Sight. New Beginning. So I went through series of meditations for about 30minutes to center my focus. Then a clear thought almost like a voice came to mind. It said something like this: Peace will only happen after the occurrence of transformation and/or rebirth. I thought to myself "Hmmmn that was different". It wasn't until a while after some deep digestions that i was able to tie both ends with something i was taught long ago at church which talked about what Jesus told the disciples after his resurrection on the third day: "I give you peace, my peace i leave to you"... in other words, it wasn't until after the occurrence of transformation from dyeing to resurrecting that he then granted us his peace (as well as the authority to keep and to make peace) before returning to the Man above.

I'm no prophet but i think i received a clear message this morning not just for me but also for the whole human race of this generation. Just looking at all the incidents that took place in my life and around the world within the past week or even past history; I feel that there have been some occurrence of transformations and/or rebirth before the turn of this new chapter. New Life. New Sight. New Beginning.

This to my understanding is the only way to arrive in that great level of peace today, tomorrow, to infinity.

"Pacem relinquo vobis pacem meam do vobis non quomodo mundus dat ego do vobis non turbetur cor vestrum neque formidet"

John14:27

--------- Pacem in this context is a latin word meaning: Peace ------

Our World

This weekend i stayed home and reflect on this past week. Here is what i've learned: 8 U.S. Air force troops killed in Afghanistan a couple days ago by a member of the Afghan security forces. In Syria soldiers were ordered by their government to shoot and kill unarmed civilians. Soldiers who refused to do so were shot at (executed). Over 250 dead bodies are found in the state of Alabama alone after killer tornadoes hit 6 southern states.

But on CNN "The most trusted news in the world" All i see is the updates and celebration of prince Williams wedding. This is what our world is turning into. I can only imagine what's next.

Despite my personal struggles, above all i once again thank God for granting me a lifestyle well beyond a vast majority of souls on earth and my thoughts and heart goes out to all the families suffering from this past week's tragedies.

FAY

~PHASE 1: REM SLEEP~

I’M CRYING EVRYONE’S TEARS

CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND BEHIND THE WATERFALL OF SORROW

THE DEEP SOUNDS FROM THE BACKBONES OF MOTHER AFRICA

AS SHE CRIES BECAUSE SHE CLAIRVOYANTLY FELT THE DOWN FALLS OF TOMORROW

A RAPID SADNESS THAT SETS A GENERATION ON FREEZE LIKE ANTARTICA

COLDNESS BEYOND MEASURE.

SHE SAYS, “MY REPERTOIRE LOOKS EMPTY AND LEFTY

I WONDER WHO LEFT ME

I WONDER WHO WILL RAISE ME FROM THIS IS SO AWFUL”

CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUND BEHIND HER TEARS FILLED WITH SORROW?

HER TERRESTRIAL RICHES FOREVER BORROWED

SHE'S FORCED TO WORSHIP HER SO CALL GOVERNMENT AND PRESIDENT

WHILE THEY DRIVE MERCEDES BENZ, SHE STRIVE FOR DIVIDENDS

THOUGH STILL FAR FROM A NORMAL RESIDENT

HER LIFE IS UNDER TOTAL ANARCHY

STRUGGLES TO FEED HER CHILDREN,

SO THE HUNGRY ADOLESCENT JOIN THE ARMY

AND SADLY FAMILIARIZE THEMSELVES WITH M16’s AND SNIPER AMMOs

“I’M CRYING EVERONE’S TEARS” SO SHE SAYS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN…

AND DEEPLY BREATHES IN PAIN

~PHASE 2: PRESENCE OF CONSCIOUS~

SUDDENLY I’M AWAKEN BY THIS SADNESS

THE ADRENALINE RUSHED THROUGH MY VEINS

SEEKING FOR A REACTION

RUTHLESS WORDS AND THOUGHTS RUNING THROUGH ME…

VIOLENCE!

REVANGENCE!

I’M FILLED WITH FURIOUS ANGER AGAINST THE UNSEEN

I’M READY FOR FATALITY

READY FOR WAR

READY TO GO AGAINST ALL SORTS OF BRUTALITY FORMED AGAINST FAY

“WAIT! WAIT! BREATHE…”

AS I WELCOME MORE OXYGEN INTO MY RESPIRATORY CHAMBERS,

“OK! OK! THINK FOR A MONENT”

THIS IS NOT LOGICAL

WHY THIS CALAMITY?

WHAT EVER HAPPEN TO THE PROMISED DESTINY?

FILLED WITH BLUE SKIES, TALL TREES, AND COOL BREEZES FROM THE TROPICALS

WE’RE ALL SUPPOSE TO PROSPER AS GOD’S CHILDREN DO

~PHASE 3: THE CONCLUSION~

TRAUMATIZATION HAS CAUSED A LACK OF FOCUS

WEAKENED MY SCHEMAS

LACK OF PREPARATION DEVELOPED CRITICAL PRESSURE

IT’S AMAZING HOW THE SUPERNATURAL PREPARES THE FUTURE

FOR SOME, THE OUTCOME IS AS PRECIOUS AS TREASURE

FOR OTHERS, LIFE’S A ROLLER COASTER…

NO CONSISTENCY

NO TENDENCY TO ONE DAY BE AWAKEN OUT OF COMPLACENT MENTALITY

“I’M CRYING EVERONE’S TEARS” SO SHE SAYS AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN…

AND DEEPLY BREATHES IN PAIN

THIS IS INSANE

---------------------This is a story about a women from my dream. hopeless and her life turned sour and dry with no where to escape. Regardless of how terrible this dream was i decided to name the women FAY, meaning Faith.------------------

Heb.11:1 Now faith is the substance of all things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Tinie Tempah - Pass Out

The Feeling: 112240TSC707.35TPA622

The Feeling, direction, explanation, and contemplating the Ifs.

All in the opposite force of the earth’s rotation

Grounded as Gravitation.

~If I Can Explain The Way I Feel~

Stuck while searching for an even kill

Who’s to hear?

Who’s to fear?

None.

No one cares

No one shares

And all I see is Hurtful tears.

Though loneliness takes comfort, Deep inside I shout in great glory to the almighty;

For opportunity granted to live a lifestyle well above a vast majority of souls on earth.

Since unfinished business is not my forte,

I strive on that even kill

Hoping to put the finishing touch on this portray before sunset

Only until

Who’s to blame?

Self. Self.

May the strong survive

The weak Shaken

The virgin thrown in the snake pit or deep in the ocean honoring the kraken.

Only until

The more things change,

The more I stay the same

Seasons will come and go

But I will never change my flow

Rather be the shelf

Not the product in it

Real soldiers win it

Only until.

Never Still.

Rumble young man, Rumble…