Breaking the Motion

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Like high winds,  you move me, 

Pushing me in the direction that you seek. 

Limiting my resistance by damaging my own needs. 

I can’t grow when you try to control me,  

Ignoring my desires and muting my soul pleads. 

So I run to the nearest shelter hoping I can wait you out. 

Years go by,  as I see others drift about. 

Walking to the beat of your drum, 

Emotionless faces and pain a dulling numb. 

Yet, here I stand still awake!

Afraid of losing my own individuality,  by playing the games you create. 

The house always wins,  so I’m going against the odds. 

If I remain content in this house,  I’ll never have my own with a two car garage. 

So I am going to run till I hear the ocean hum, the sun sizzle, and the winds sang the unsung. 

Be nice, mind. 

Be quiet, heart. 

Be brave, soul. 

Peace & Love Always

By J. PETERS

 

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Parallel Me

“I bring light to the dark, so that you can find your way.

You being I,  I being me.

My other half in the dark crouched and dazed, at the light in the other me.

We touch hands to efface envy, creating a balance the world needs.

Though we go in different directions our rare touch still cleans,

the hearts of the broken and strengthens the minds of the weak.

It’s never beneath us,  we walk without foggy thoughts.

Peace & love..

Always

✌✌✌✌💋💋💋💋

Authors Note :Poet

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Even with the odds against me,

I balance out,  muting the cries within me.

I possess the words of a soldier,  whose battle scars go unseen.

I place my hope within my prayers and work towards ending pleads.

A people pleaser, yet I still have one selfish bone that commends me.

*camera flash,  I cover my face*

Yes I’m camera shy so I rather capture the moment myself,

So that photo, you’re going to have to erase or else..

Forever i am the visionary not the vision.

They say in order to shine bright the room has to be dark.

But I’ll tell everyone, that I’ve seen the sun bring us daylight to even the darkest parts..

And the moon and stars act as a personal  guide through all the dark lores, with handheld pick forks, and a torch.

Bury me, so I can plant my seed,  I’ll give the universe the knowledge the divine encrypted within me.

Like a secret language written and craved gently in my souls seams…

I am the keeper of your dreams and protector of your consciousness.

Take note,  I’m the option to your option list.

Your reason to believe…

A mental sacrifice just to destroy any limitations that could  taint the knowledge and wish…

I be me,

Me be i

I me be

Be me i

Queen..  👑

By :  J. Peters

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Casanova

IMG_20171219_135412_20171219140404024I display you on a canvas for all of the world to see.
Showing your inner thoughts and motives behind all your schemes.
This one is for the books,  so that they will know of you, before you speak.

Serial lover,  you be the Manson to hoarse pleads.

Smiling widely at your own inflicted pain.

Yet you’re the most vain,

Burying your hurt in shit so that you’ll grow clean,  but no matter the beauty you will still stink,  of the bullshit you have sowed.

Reaping the hearts of the broke, but you can never know what it means to love from the soul.

To have your body touched without a physical caress.

To feel your heart flutter from the sound of your true loves breath.

Be you a fool that could never feel at rest.

Walking in the shadows putting out what little light is left.

But dear Nova,  didn’t you know that broken could be fixed?

But not your broken, huh?

You are shattered into smaller bits and scattered in places you would never be missed.

Funny how you see yourself,  ignoring the time I took to find those bits with no help.

Seeing the beast within you that made others bail.  Empowering the best in you,  at least that’s how I felt.

So damaged you think your wrongs ward off pain, but no love they ward off help.

I pray that you one day discover your true self and then karma comes and… yeah.. maybe one day the broken will become whole once again only to be shattered by their own games they played with a false win.

Peace & love always…

Be kind love,

be true heart,

Be focused mind…

J. Peters

Heavy Lows and Light Highs..

Its two things I am not..
A quitter and a loser..
I give my all until there is nothing
left to give.
Remaining in first place ,
never too weak to win.
My hunger drives me and my passion rules my needs.
Be I one of few, yet the hope of many?
J. Peters

Drank Meh

 

20170601_202913As queen I bring the sun,

giving all light in the dark.

I reveal the universe,  within our very hearts.

Be I a woman from the south, raised with manners to serve kindness to all untaught..

Pouring a special water into all minds so that they will grow. Feeding their souls “why’s” & “how’s” so that they will question what they know…

Guiding the weak and leading the strong.

I am here only to heal the lost,  strengthen the meek,  and rejuvenate the soul..

Drank from me the knowledge that I sow.

So that we all may reap the benefits of the glow..

By meeee.  JASMINE

Lotus Luck


​Haters love when you respond to their bitter words.

It’s their only accomplishment.

  They feel like they won something.

 They feel as if your response is confirmation of their hateful words.

But in reality you’re just annoyed with someone constantly trying to shit on your life.

Like a conniving neighbor whose dog loves to shit in only your yard.

One wrong step can damper your day..

Haters love to see you miserable, as if you could feel what they feel regularly

Fortunately for you,

 It’s nothing more than a temporary mood change.

While you’re still building & winning! 

They’re still plottin’ and scheming on your  downfall.

Stay gold,

Stay smart

Stay blessed

Peace & LOVE Always

by meee…jasmine

Oh Want You?

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Love me like you love to dream.
Breathe me in like a blossoming rose cut fresh from Edens garden teem.
Consume me like fine wine out of date.
Devour my lust like a starved artist, sadly awaiting their big break.
You spoil me,
I’ve become rotten like an heiress on an hourly shopping spree.
Not many words can define you, but for you i have two.
So hear me better than a morning bird chirping before noon.
You are to me what the sun is to the moon.
What oxygen is to my lungs,
What candy is to the young…
Heaven sent…

by jasmine aka beyond all eyes