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¦‹

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Flow

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¦‹

Clown

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¦‹

Gossip

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’…

Unseen

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 🌻

TH:NOTE

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’‹

J.PetersπŸ¦‹

Fam

Isn’t it pretty,

The way we all hold each other together

We’re all like glue,

Sticky, messy, and stuck.

Though we may all try to separate our selves to build our own empire.

Together our kind of stuck gives us luck.

Like a toy built out of legos, together we’re bigger and tough….

That’s the point of our pain and frustration.

Love and expectations,

You see we are all parallel to one another destination.

Fated to know, learn and show.

Peace & Love

J. PETERS

Happy New Year

So much more to come,

As we leave behind the things we can’t accept and bury the things that left us all unkept.

We move into this New Year with plans of a better time,

Views for a Greater life,

And lessons we learned to survive.

May your dreams be answered,

Your love be your strength, and your will be mastered.

To new beginnings, better endings and a love unmeasured.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!

Be honest, heart.

Be free, spirit.

Be kind, world.

Peace & Love Always πŸ’‹

J. PetersπŸ¦‹

Unconventional

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