Wagon Wheels

I expect more, because i give without any limitations.

If you think that another can come close to me,

Then my dear, you have confused authenticity with mere imitation.

Like karaoke versus a concert.

Or

Biking in The sands of Dubai versus Hollywood’s green screen desert.

The look doesn’t fulfill the desire.

You can’t fill up on fake, so you have to take on the life of a liar.

But keep in mind its all a choice.

Ride in the wagon or use your voice.

✌&❀

Always!!!

By: J. Peters

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Blood Dynasty

As fly as I can be,

Making waves in the hearts and minds of plenty.

Never does a moment past that you can reprimand me.

My karma so good, I call her ass to defend me.

Keeping my haters so tight that their eyes bulge out like candy.

So damn sweet even God pats my back with envy.

Surrounding me with flowers that are other worldly and pretty.

I watch the angels write my name in the clouds, because I’m gritty.

Paranormal activities keep my heart beating like african drums.

In a trance during the night time I hear my ancestors sang and hum.

So fresh is the idea of a truth teller explaining the lie.

Breaking it down so that others can no longer deny.

I’m me, so damn unpredictable, but comprehensible, like a wave.

Though my mystery comes in a mystical juice like Lady Dais,

For ever building on my dreams until I began to fade.

Be quick, mind.

Be humble, world.

Be true, heart.

Peace & Love Always!! πŸ’‹

By: J. PETERSπŸ‘‘

Blood Dynasty

As fly as I can be,

Making waves in the hearts and minds of plenty.

Never does a moment past that you can reprimand me.

My karma so good, I call her ass to defend me.

Keeping my haters so tight that their eyes bulge out like candy.

So damn sweet even God pats my back with envy.

Surrounding me with flowers that are other worldly and pretty.

I watch the angels write my name in the clouds, because I’m gritty.

Paranormal activities keep my heart beating like african drums.

In a trance during the night time I hear my ancestors sang and hum.

So fresh is the idea of a truth teller explaining the lie.

Breaking it down so that others can no longer deny.

I’m me, so damn unpredictable, but comprehensible, like a wave.

Though my mystery comes in a mystical juice like Lady Dais,

For ever building on my dreams until I began to fade.

Be quick, mind.

Be humble, world.

Be true, heart.

Peace & Love Always!! πŸ’‹

By: J. PETERSπŸ‘‘

Reverse

If time went backwards we would all just repeat our mistakes.

Seeing our errors and mishaps at a snail pace.

So why not move forward, instead of living in the past?

Embrace the opportunity to create something beautiful that could forever last.

Either you build in the present or regret what’s next.

It’s like the universe, sending fallen stars down to earth so it’ll reset.

Living on the wave, that brings in the tide of wonder.

Breathing life into those whose vibration has weakly sundered.

Through the cries of our aura, may epoch awaken within us please.

To become the purpose we were all made to be.

And move swiftly through life’s ups and downs, like an Angel ineffable wings.

Painting the clouds with stories of their spiritual missions that are oblivion to you and me.

Be true, eyes.

Be real, love.

Be quick, mind.

Peace & Love Always 🌷

By: J. Peters 🌼🌻

Breaking the Motion

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Like high winds,Β  you move me,Β 

Pushing me in the direction that you seek.Β 

Limiting my resistance by damaging my own needs.Β 

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

Ignoring my desires and muting my soul pleads.Β 

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

Years go by,Β  as I see others drift about.Β 

Walking to the beat of your drum,Β 

Emotionless faces and pain a dulling numb.Β 

Yet, here I stand still awake!

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

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

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

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

Be nice, mind.Β 

Be quiet, heart.Β 

Be brave, soul.Β 

Peace & Love Always

By J. PETERS

 

Broken Butterfly

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It’s took a mental breakdown,

a 3 year Hiatus,

and a brutal deeply consuming soul search for me to finally get the answer to my questions.
Who I am,

what I need,

and what I desire.

I realize now, I’m in my own way and as the saying goes, I found myself again.

I’ve learned that I don’t have to battle with myself to get out of my own way, that’s self destruction.

I have to let go of my past,

accept my truth,

build my future,

and listen to my guides.

Life is far less complicated,

once you learn to swim against the current to create your own wave.

Peace & Love Always

Jasmine

The RealΒ 

People will never do for you what you would do for them. 

They sit and watch expectantly as you go out on a limb. 

 The curse of having a heart too big , leads to mental disdain. 

Knowing , anticipating and accepting the pain. 

What a shame that love can bruise.

Damn shame your only worth depends on your use .

By: meee.. 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

I Hate you

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You’ll never know me,
even if you tried
I’ll never forgive you,
even if you died.
There has been NO remorse for every night I’ve cried.
So why should I forgive your convenient lies?
Lies that benefit only your cruel despise.
By meee. Jasmine

Veiled Nightmares

Desire is of the essence of time,
the youths innocence attracts the mind of powerful elites.Β 
Teaching them young to grow into a tricksters tool.
It seems a wise man worries more about another’s discretion,Β and very little about the chain patterned of self destruction.
How can a fool become wise?
Break the chain by warning futile minds?
Can actions have more power than words?,
They lead the way into the blossoming Lotus of doom,
Heavy feet resting easy in destiny’s deceitful tomb.
Burying the mind into a ground of dirt and irremovable bugs.
Planting dreams of luxuries that have no filler for loners nights.
Their pain temporarily voided with toxic liquid and hallucinogenic smoke pipes.
Seated on the worlds most sacred piety’s,
projecting a envious dream of their own life’s greed.
To think of how lonely a wealthy man has to be
to create a scheme were his own life is what others dream… written by me JasmineΒ 

Soul Searching…

Dear Maya Angelou (my muse),
I do, now, know why the caged bird sings…
To be heard,
To be seen,
To soothe others,
To express self,
To remain sane,
To soothe pain,
To sing…
Just to sing….
But over all
To be FREED…
Sometimes its better to make the best of a bad situation, than to let all of the negativity consume you and change you into what you detest.
Change is inevitable, work hard to remove yourself from a negative situation.

by jasmine aka beyond all eyes

Acquiring Minds

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Hopeless
The reality remains solid, giving up is the same as moving forward.
When you give up you let go and in order to move forward you have to let go, so are we all giving up on our old selves for our new beginnings?
Are we ever really finished with our past loss, sacrifices, and winnings?

by jasmine aka beyond all eyes

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

Is It A Crime to Love??

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Love is not possession nor is it presence, Love is the butterflies that flutter in your stomach,the dizziness of your thoughts,Β the heavy beating of your heart that causes you to smile brighter than the rays the sun shines during the hottest afternoon in June.

The first kind of Love is to simply love a person, place, thing, or feeling.

The Second kind of love is a soul felt connection and feeling that is undeniable to your body. And an uncontrollable core shattering and emotional passionate hunger

There is two kinds of love: First kindΒ of loveΒ consists ofΒ caring for someone’s well being and growth, a parent wanting their child to succeed, a lover wanting their love to be seen, a friend wanting their efforts to be appreciated, a glass of wine that kisses your tongue, a warm fullness in your belly after a tasteful meal, seeing your grandmother smile, conversing with someone who has similar thoughts and passion, supporting someone through their worst and trying times. To love in a caring and wholesome way. The first kind of love is a compassion for the presence and gift of good vibes that the people who are present in your life or once were give you. You are grateful for them loving you even when your shadow hasn’t been seen by them.

Now the second kind of love is not of words, but of pure soulful feelings. The fact that no distance can eliminate the emotions that flood your heart at night. This love is the void that fill the pit of of your stomach once lost. The late night thoughts that cross your mind, those reflective moments you have when your alone in the bed, the shower, peering into a mirror or just getting a breath of fresh air. Its the secret of your soul, the friend to your shadow, the bond no one can touch or understand. This love can only be reached by few, a connection that can communicate without words. The conversation that spoken through the window of your eyes. This is unconditional and seen by many and felt in the air. The only challenge presented with this love is the constant intervening of others who want the second kind of love.

Rarity is what makes it seemingly a crime, that others who are without or are need yearn for all the while destroying it because they are not able to understand it or have it? Should being IN love be a crime? Be IN love is one of the main causesΒ of crimes that lead to tragedies.

Loves impact on others who may see it or feel its presence among Β others cause the side effects of envy, jealousy, greed, betrayal,vanity, death, and obsession.

Be careful when others want what you have the love story began to write itself into chapters. What it says depends solely on your willingness to hold onto the love that no one can break, though they do have the ability to selfishly cause a distance between you and love, but they lack the power to make those feelings forgettable and replaceable it remains forever present in your heart..
By: jasmine aka beyondalleyes

Unconditional..
Unconditional…