Flower Bed

I want to sleep in the flowers and become the air you breathe.

Leave my pain in the earth to be plowed and sowed, under the suns burning heat.

Red roses symbolizing a passion that hides beneath my eyes.

Too beautiful to be held, so my thorns punture through any lies.

Like wind I want to be free to go,

Held back by none, applying pressure to my own soul.

Like water may I be a vault to what the world needs.

So i can feed you all with the truth, the love, and the purpose you all seek.

I motivate to keep myself inspired.

I encourage to help with your desires.

Like a bird I want to fly over the lands of different cultures and seas.

Sending them signals, letters, warnings, omens, and anew belief.

My worth is that of new grown grass, cut down by those who’d rather I be neat.

But I’m raw like sushi, and over the top like a bar drunk in a AMC movie.

Just here waiting for my last scene.

Thinking about my last dream.

If I’m a burden in life
I’m a burden in death.
Shall my mind find peace

and my soul find rest.
My only wish is I leave in my sleep.
So my heart wont beat and
My eyes wont weep.

Peace world,

J. Peter’s πŸ¦‹



Like water

Lets flow with the force of calm and the power of environment.

When paired we can give life, contain life, or take life depending on who we choose to partner with.

Be like water so that your days can bring belief, relief, and bliss.

Whether you choose to be clean or unclean depends on your desires for betterment and what you wish to manifest…


J. Peters πŸ¦‹s

Lone Butterfly Diary Preview

Been Suffering in silence..
I am my own hero..
If I cry it’s in ink,
Or in my minds pillow.
I secure myself..
Catch a cold and self medicate till nothings left.
Never needed nobody
So quiet as I came, will be as quiet as I left.

Dreaming up an empire buried in the depths of my lineages crypts.

Restless nights leave my energy unseeded.

Ideas and dreams, like the years, seems to have faded.

My love for the art of music is fairly jaded.

Like a beggar asking for a dollar for their next hit, my desires are wired and depleted.

My sex drive damaged by misuse, I wish my mind deleted.

Never needed nobody, yet everyone seems to need me.

But who do I have that won’t treat my wants and needs like a burden, a complaint, or a plead?

Truly annoyed that my hand has been dealt with the odds of a fallen queen.

Truly scared that I’ll take my life with a drink unseen.

They only let me voice my cries with the same amount of time as a blink.

But here I am hearing their pleads, listening to their needs.

While mines are in plain sight written yet unseeked.


J. Peters πŸ¦‹


Never trust words

Trust actions.

What you would do for another they would never do for you.

How can you love someone who helps your enemy make poison for your food?

It’s a lesson in it all,

Why go to war for those that continue to fall.

I hate those awkward words that remain unspoke, and harsh truths that come out as a joke.

Like a bird in a cage released only with the windows closed.

I plead to be free, there’s no greater pain than the one that burns your soul.

The tears that swells your throat and burns your eyes.

Peacock placed knives in back, a new art form of lies.

Why disguise and excuse what your actions never deny?

A complete fool, I am because of how hard I love.

Like a dog in heat ignoring commands, yet loyal to free food and pretend.

Win or lose, it all ends.

Like Sade, I can be a soldier of love without a heart.

I can be dim or smart.

Constantly at odds with myself, fighting my own inner demons that keep leading me into dead ends, and self sabotaging dwells.

I’m just trying to get out of my own way, so I shut down when I’m thinking.

My silence is not attitude, but me becoming more awakened.

Peace & Love world .

J. Peters πŸ¦‹


Cant stand gossip, what does it do besides entertain another’s negative ass wishes for others to fail or be tainted like they are.

Tell me please,

when you leave this earth and you have to tell God about the life you lived beyond his plans and purpose, what exactly will you say?

You cant talk about Jane Doe or Sam I Am,

you for damn sure cant talk about me.

So ask yourself how does worrying about anothers move, help you to make your own?

What they eat, dont make you full

What they drink dont make you piss,

What they think dont give you shit

And what you wear dont make you rich.

I could go on, but I wont.

Just know, you could be more, have more, and see more if you spent less time watching others live.

Invest in yourself ,

Believe in yourself,

Listen to yourself..

J. Peter’s πŸ’…


Blinding is the truth once you free yourself from the lie.

Can’t deny, that I’m no longer limited by my doubt.

I consider this a token.

Like a Great day on someones bad day, unspoken.

I consider this hell!

Not the kind with fire jails,

But mental confusion and spiritual uproot.

I know it to be the hidden truth.

Enjoying my youth like its June , sweaty, free, and untamed.

Unnamed, unashamed, & insane.

Revising my life through the photos I never take.

Lost moments I created , like a torn page out dated.

What good is a trip with no proof?

Glowing skin with a story to be told has no use, in a world where seeing is believing.

As if a photo doesn’t lie, and angles dont disguise.

J. Peters πŸ¦‹

Negative Nancy

I’m scared, secure me

I’m crumbling, build me

I’m trapped, free me

I’m suffocating, revive me

I’m lost, guide me

I’m hated, love me

I’m hurting, heal me

I’m hungry, feed me

I’m dumb, teach me

I’m shy, seek me

I’m vulnerable, hide me

I’m muted, hear me

I’m foolish, help me

I’m falling, save me

I’m down, lift me

I’m complicated, unravel me

I’m confused, direct me

I’m blind, unveil me.

Peace & Love Always πŸ’‹

J. Peter’s 🌻


Move me like a pebble laying loosely at the bottom of the lake.

Making its way around and through dark places and lightened scapes.

I wish I could fly where no one could see me.

Not unless you need me or dream me.

I want to soar through the skys like an angel with love foreseen.

Like a bird flying its first flight.

High up and free,

Unchained from simple ways and wrongful games.

It’s not a ‘I don’t give a fuck about what you got to say’ mentality,

Because caring too much is the reason behind my strength & silence in all actuality.

It’s a ‘I’m secure in who I am so your words don’t control me’ commonality.

I’m not overconfident or unapproachable,

and yes rude comments and lies do bother me, only being factual

but just not enough to hurt me anymore..

I’m pass that kind of mad hatter, mad.

I know who I am, no matter what is said.

I will not allow any soul to try to make me into who and what i’m not.

Based off their own insecurities, closed mindedness, issues and malice plots.

I love ME, I know ME, & I am ME..

A bird with a damaged wing that can still fly untamed.

J. Peters πŸ•ŠπŸ¦‹πŸ•Š

Authors note: Beauty

So powerful is a beauty that can mute the mind of men.

And turn women into envious, vain, and jealous friends.

So powerful is a beauty that can soften the heart of all and poison the minds of the strongest.

For just the desire of sexual expectations makes the mind wonder in most unexplainable places.

Beauty is wordless, sweet, and the most special art stroke from the Creator of all.

Beauty can be pleasuring to our eyes.

Beauty is in all things, made to catch an eye and make the harshest things seem worth it.

Like a beautiful rose covered in thorns, its painful to hold on too tight.

To painful to have more than one in your hands, demanding exclusive time.

Beauty is to be admired, not possessed, complimented not obsessed.

Beauty of the mind, soul, & body

Beauty of the world, nature, & hobbies.

Beauty is powerful..πŸ¦‹

by J. Petersβ€πŸ¦‹

Livin’ On a Dollar and a Dream…

Broken, but I patch up my loose seams,
living on a dollar and a dream.
I wear my shoes till the soles have quarter size holes,
pride buried deep in my throat.
I feel the ground as I walk, it humbles me.
Beggars stand on corners begging for change, I oblige their pleas.
Who am I to tell them no, when i feel their pain?
Helpless, so helplessly dwelling in my own self pity and reverie schemes.
Fighting off demons that seep through the speaker of my phone, eyes wide shut yet seen.
Living on a dollar, while dreaming of bliss.
I can be more, i know this
better than i know the basics of a coin tossed wish.
I erase my struggle with every pen stroke.
Writing my story different , hanging from my family tree, while holding onto hope.
“I dont need you,” i say to myself, struggling with the rope I placed on myself.
Yet still they pull me up swiftly, they wont let me pretend.
“I dont need you,” i say again.
Knowing its a lie,
knowing without family ,
my life would be even harder than any would wish to know.
They stand beside me when it matters, they forgive my many flaws and faults.
So i forgive theirs, fore we are all standing on the edge of insanity.
We rather hold onto another, to soften the fall than to let go,
but like a bird i can only spread my wings if i jump.
So that i can soar, only to return home to build and water our tree stump.
Cant say that for the rest of the world,
ive met people who want to squeeze me till there’s nothing left.
Taking from me, while complimenting me, confusing my inner depths.
People who told me the ones i love don’t love me enough,
alienating my trust so that they can control my thoughts of love.
i acknowledged what they were to me, and had to separate myself in order to keep myself clean.
Only few know what its means to love without condition, only few have had that love.
The kind of love that comes with time, the kind of love that never hurts, but only heals wounds and fulfills your needs to be alive.
Yes, alive without the need of pain to feel something.
Living on a dollar and a dream.

Just to believe in something…

J. PetersπŸ¦‹

Diary of Cries

Listen to the words silence creates,

in order to gain the souls perspective.

The unsaid weighs so heavy

it writes itself without

the language of tongue,

the sight of eyes and

the hearing of ears…

By J. Peters


Like wind , I’m only limited by what another hides.

I flow through stones, water, worlds, and sunrise.

Let us drink the water of earth so that our thirst will quench our dull lives.

We exist only to be of help to each others cries,

So why do we repeat the history of the fallen lives?

Its because we’ve lost sight of what makes us feel alive.

What gives us hope in a careless world?
what gives us light in the darkest hour?

What miracle comes when the silver lining fades?

Kindness, simple.

One act of kindness can have a butterfly effect on ones life.

Kindness is a selfless love that all can give, without cost or debt, or punishment.

As the saying goes “no good deed goes unpunished..”

But kindness has no consequence because it is not a deed done for charity, but for benefit of the soul.

So be kind to all, as well as yourself.

You have to choose to do what you feel is right, no matter how easy, tempting, or cajoling things, people, or harsh situations may be.

Be kind world,

You never know what another may be going through, whether it be mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and or morally…

If you respond to fire with fire, the flame will flourish, so be cool like water.

Water has no boundaries, it can’t be contained, it slips through all cracks, seals, and moldings.

Be water to fire..

Be kind to the meek and undeserving,

fore it keeps your soul clean, your chakras(soul energy)balanced, and your conscious clear.

In order to manifest your desires into reality,

You have to start redirecting your approach to life,

Including how you converse and treat others, because everyone, from your love ones, friends, foes, co workers, mail man, or a stranger at Starbucks.

Everyone who has come in, out, or around you has a reason beyond your comprehension.

Whether it to teach you, treat you, reach you, lift you, or lighten your load..

Be kind world..

Be kind heart..

Be kind mind..

J. Peters πŸ•Š

Be Gentle

Be gentle world…

My words arenot meant to deter,

but let me clarify..

“be gentle”

as in Empathic of the malice society our people had & have to face,

that causes a few to be “sensitive ignorant people” ,..

so shamelessly stated… not trying to obliterate my message..

Empathy is a trait that has dismantled and built empires & movements..

beware though…

The blind cannot lead the blind when their other senses are also lacking.

In order to teach, you have to learn.

In order to lead you have to relate..

If your intentions are to open closed minds and empower the constantly muted and forgotten by force and belittling of their character/current circumstances,

then your movement will be led with cruelity & snafu…

You can’t force your views on others, nor classify an ENTIRE race as dark and ignorant all the while saying you want to help them?

Words have weight, you should never stomp the broken or discourage the meek with words that can not LIFT our people.

Show them their wings, don’t tighten the chains that have kept us all from exploring our potential and living out our true purpose.

Self discovery is not opposed be self recovery, they are insync.

We can & we will all find our path, in due time, as long as we walk in our truth.

Lead others as we follow and follow as we lead.

We are all, but one mind with a soul.

Some need more guidance and help than others, so be gentle.

There are a hundred plus ways to climb a mountain, but only a few ways to fall.

So you can let a minor slip be the death of your dreams, plans, and goals.

Or you can catch yourself, better prepare in case of another slip, and finish climbing.

You can also catch another person and help them.

In return they can better secure your climb, while you secure theirs as you both continue to excel towards the top.

Our journey and our character depends soley on the way we impact those we see daily , and the way we treat those who cross our paths.

Live the love you seek.

Love the life you live.

J. Peters ❀

Cliff Jumping

No way around it,

it’s got to be done.

So pick up your feet and show it can be won.

No amount of money can buy self love.

Like drugs, fake love can only get you temporarily high.

Like lies, it can only get you temporarily by.

Until it all falls down and your only option is to live.

To love another, your only option is to give.

You have to live with what is unspoken and what is known as the edge.

Through the years your muted cries and hard times are what keeps you humbled on the ledge.

You can get pass hurt if you allow yourself to reveal and heal.

You have to let go of what hurts and steals,

Your ability and your will.

You can do it, but don’t let time eat at your prime.

Move swiftly, so that you can kill time.

So that you may win in time without your self gratification, condemned and in binds.

Be nice, words.

Be true, love.

Be merciful, time.

J. Peters 🐞

Provisional Lover

I plead for you to love me

and you say ‘eventually..’

As if my love is an option that reads

100% guaranteed.

I dare you to say ‘i love you’ on the world stage.

Make a mockery of yourself just to make them lust, love, & hate.

But I doubt your ability to reciprocate the love I give without restraint.

For you’re all about what can be given and what more or less you can take.

I loved you more than I loved myself that was my first mistake.

I know you because you’re my doppelganger for pain.

I know you fear losing the control of who can hold your vulnerability and accept your inner vain.

I stay carrying your baggage and helping you sort it all out, it’s insane.

How do you careless about leaving me damaged in the lost and found behind the’ no fucks given’ gate?

Why do i need you to love me, when your actions say that you cant?

Why do i insist on you holding me when your arms lay lose at your side while mines grip you tighter than skinny jeans stuffed with ass implants , too fake.

Let me show you what it means to be loved, while you show me what it means to be hurt the same?

Hurt people hurt people, but that isn’t what I deserve, so may your guilt help me to heal you.

Gain your sympathy so that i can break down the walls that are thick enough to kill few.