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 🌻


The world moves at a speed that should make us all spin out.

Yet we stand still in time

Centered and leveled by our own will and our own ignorance to the laws of physics.

It’s amazing how little we understand until it becomes something to stress.

Very few know how photosynthesis work yet understand without it we’d lack life.

Or so they say, and so I type.

Peace & Love Always…πŸ’‹

J. Peters πŸƒ

Last Days

I never do much ,

So I live for the next minute.

In my head too much, so my emotions are either delayed like a honey drip, foggy on a smokers tip, or too fast like field mice in places unkempt.

I’m not afraid of death, but I’m afraid of dying before I can get the chance to finally live.

Got a bucket list to finish, but my vanity tells me to diminish it before I can even attempt to envision it.

Where am I today but a buck away from a dream, a lie away from insane, a tear away from serene and a patch away from a scheme.

The untold truth is,

I’m still lost in my own head, making decisions based off what another said.

But I’m maturing enough to know,

I don’t have to crawl since I have more to be told.

I just have to listen so that I don’t lose what I need to be ahead.

But shall I rest, assure that my casket is filled with Agrimony, Angelica, Asphodel, and a mini black berry wreath.

Anise oil filled amulet around my neck with Egyptian Jasmines on my head with comfrey leaves.

An eternity of thinking, and a soul made for creation.

Be true, words.

Be easy, world.

& be strong, will.

Peace & Love Always!!πŸ’‹