Triumph

Like a bird I fly high

Allowing my wings to soar over high grounds and faceless norms.

If you could build a village for a day, what would it stand for?

What would be your resource to claim?

They say most can manage off a slice of bread a day.

But to feed an entire town would cost you more than you could make.

So again what resource will be your stoke to claim?

The world nurtures your stress with the money dream.

‘All will get better if only you knew a money scheme.’ they say.

Like a diamond in the rough we plant flowers just to reroot their seeds.

Teach a class from a young age repetitive clutter just to mute their dreams.

Like a solider being trained to kill,

We are children being trained to kneel.

To began as a beggar and wait for an opportunity to build.

But I say to you with the confidence of God, you can manifest your guild

Without question we are made to fulfill a certain purpose.

No matter what path we chose, fate still makes our soul meaning our focus.

Time equates us from tarnish.

Time eliminates our lies in exchange for our promise.

Be honest, world.

Be real, heart.

Be true, world.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. Peters πŸ’‹

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Energy

Breathe life into us,

So that we can live through the hearts of many.

Live honestly, so that lies can’t build off of envy.

The world delivers to you the depth of the wisest meanings.

May we greet love with sober thoughts.

Lift veils with conscious words untaught.

May we all be pleased with our findings.

And conquer our struggles with our hustle and grinding.

Be loving, world.

Be true, thoughts.

Be real, eyes.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. Peters πŸ€

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‘‘

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The ones who want to see you fall,
Are the ones the closest to you.
When you start to stand tall,
Giving  life your all,
Family and friends who have seen you crawl,
Can’t help but to pull your legs from beneath you.
For you to do great means that they are doing worse,
They can’t handle,
Coming from the same place, and watching you eat first.
They want to be needed they, want you to be the old you.
Seeing you grow shows them what they won’t do.
So self entitled are the ones who feel if they helped you,
You are indebt
with them, until they can fly too.
Remembering only the bad,  and claiming that they know you.
Be careful, because there is nothing that they won’t do.