Wise Jonesing

I close my eyes so that I can see,

Hold my breath so that I can breathe.

Mute my ears so that I can learn to believe.

I possess an unbinding faith in my conciousness to connect with the divine, so that my ancestors and I can link.

Prioritizing my thoughts so that i can think.

Feeling my way through life as if its fierce heat are mere warnings and its suffocating tensions are only lessons.

Smelling the sweetness inside the burnt ashes of many blessings and messages.

I weigh my options by seeking a truth that only unravels within itself.

A truth that can only be felt and dealt.

A truth that delivers me knowledge with age and peace like a monk, messiah, and the help craves.

It be my own dismay that limits my abilities through doubt and scattered things.

Speak of me, with a tongue that is cleansed with sacred water & honey dipped Alstroemeria untaint.

With words too powerfully innocent for the faint.

Hear my cries so that my pain is not in vain.

So that my woes don’t drive me insane.

Align my path with aster flowers as I walk, so that my heart and presence can be felt before I am sought.

Be I the clear quartz healer of the broken and the Black Tourmaline to your enemies unjust evil unspoken.

Be loud, eyes.

Be silent, lies.

Be peaceful, love.

Peace and love always!

J. Peters

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Nailed Shut

It’s the heat of hell that gets to you,

Digging at your inner peace and rocking your core to explode so that the stress you carry can be written.

It’s the cry of venom that is lethal to the life of plenty.

Truth scarring their skin like a concrete burn that rips skin until the meat of your arm shines brightly and thinly.

Watch what you say because words and feelings are the only thing that ever remains after change.

Mute is the cry of the fallen angels that soar through the sky’s looking for an enemy.

Confusion is the souls that don’t no where to go so they choose to lay within the black goo that absorbs the lies of the envied.

To feel helpless is to feel a fear that can only be empty.

A timeless pain that can only confine us.

Be at ease all..

Love and light..

J. Peters

Tasteless

Never forget your value while trying to prove to an unloyal person that your loyalty has no boundaries.

As women our strength is in how we love.

How our voices can heal the wounded souls of the broken unloved.

Do you value the way he treats you or what you can get?

Is your relationship based off of passionate sex or the need to forgive?

See some relationships are based on forgiveness and toleration.

To teach you what it means to be undeserving and patient.

But, be humble to the fact that love can cause you to have unrealistic expectations.

Which lead to you accepting false love from a person that has never known real love or deprecating love unaquainted.

Be easy, heart.

Be true, world.

Be loud, mind.

Peace & Love Always.

By: J. Peters πŸ’

Inevitable

It’s a drug to us all..

Pain is..

Its the only thing that makes us want.

It’s the only thing that makes us desire.

Like a lone woman watching a goose swim across a lake with her baby ducks trailing her and mimicking her pace and ways.

It’s only then the woman feels the pain of a loss that has no name.

Like a little girl playing jump rope to the sound of a faint 1, 2, count or

Like a little boy running for a touch down as his dad screams from the stands hoarsely ‘ run Champ’, it’s only then that the old admires the youth.

The freedom to not stress about adult things.

The freedom to be yourself beyond what others may think.

All begins and ends after youve felt pain.

After you’ve fallen into a hole where you can no longer pretend to be the same.

Be blessed, life.

Be quick, mind.

Be clear, heart.

Peace & Love Always

By: J. Peters πŸ’Ž

Dark As Night

My thoughts pour chaos into the background of my mind like a drive thru movie.

Seeing the bad for what it is and the good for what it wasn’t.

Remembering a time of laughter and unheard of jokes that seem to soften my eyes in past pictures.

My past memories began transforming into an undying wish for old times to rewind once again.

I climb high above my ambitions , only to fall in a pit of weary and skeletons unmentioned.

Yes we all have something to hide, something to reveal, something to deny.

But shouldnt we all walk with our head held high regardless of our position?

Shouldnt we all play ghost and live in disguise, while ignoring others heartbreaking existence?

Like over processed hair frail, stressed, and over conditioned.

We must learn to let go, regrow, and minimize the amount of weightless thinking we do without action and consistence.

We can be more than our mistake or we can let our mistake reshape and mold us into fear, frustration, and dismay.

Self depracating what success we achieve, because we are conditioned to find the NO and bad in everything.

Would you live for another’s big break?

Making someone else a millionaire while you work your life away?

Excusing the hate that brews from lack of love, is like calling one a racist because they describe what each race of people look like and does.

Just like caviar on a Ritz or box wine drunk in a throw away cup i bought from Cosco for 99 cents,

I am an acquired taste for the fancy, meek, and hardly ever missed.

As rare as a crystal that grants the wishes of truth.

I am but a girl whose fire matches her passion and truth.

Be woke world.

Be solid, voice.

Be rare, thoughts.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. Peters 🦁

Clear Shot

I do it

because it has to be done, not because I want to do it.

Like working daily to survive on low funds, just to keep your life construed.

I listen

because God gave us two ears so that we can hear the truth in a lie.

So that we can hear the I love you in a mute goodbye.

If everyone lost their way, then what path would we turn to?

You all can be guided by what another says to be true, id rather be condemned for walking beyond the group.

Yearning for more than another’s limited ways.

They say the youth is free and the old are contained.

So let’s run threw the flowers in May and suckle the sweet flowers honey away.

Can you count on yourself to take care of you?

When no ones looking, who are you?

What change can you bring that will silence mute cries?

Like a drunkard at a bar, unlawfully beyond the limits, but still will unashamedly deny it.

Be loose like hair in the wind and completed like a symphony written by some powdered wig man.

Forever tempted to be a mimosa to your weekend binge.

Be loud, voice.

Be direct, thoughts.

Be honest, heart.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. Peters πŸ˜‡

Butterfly Moon

I’m a fool to think that butterflies have wings to be free.

How limited are they,

To only fly with the wind in May?

They paint a picture of evolution and transformation.

Only to stay the same once they have changed formation.

To go in as a worm and come out as a art piece, too peculiar to imitate even by a grain.

From eating and crawling to flying and eatting, still, all the same.

Graciously watching the circles that loop them back into doing what they know to be their change .

Why does a butterfly grow wings just to live the same?

It’s life all in one study,

Its explains how people can request change, but still choose to live in the comfort of their woes and pain.

Why does one change for the better, until shit get rough, then go back to the comfort they once loathe?

Be I, you, we, he, she, be us all,

Just a figment of A Viceroy butterfly living amongst Monarchs?

That would make me a Blue Morpho, indifferent with a ineffable spark..

STICKING OUT amongst a Kaleidoscope that’s untamed.

May we all see the same picture ,but feel a different way….

Be free, world.

Be quiet, eyes.

Be open, heart.

Peace& Love always!!!

By: J. Peters πŸ‘‘

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’‹

Starlight

Every end has a beginning.

Just as every loss has a win.

Love the life you live without pretend.

And live the truth you prey on from within.

To knock down a wall you have to first build it.

You can’t prosper if your focus is on another’s guilding.

You are what you do, not what you say.

You receive what you send out and what you have paved.

So be rich in heart and honest in soul.

Feel the ground as you walk so that your body will float.

Be real, fate.

Be humble, art.

Be strong, mind.

Love and light!

Peace & love always! πŸ’‹

By: J. Peters πŸ‘‘

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

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‘‘

Truth Serum

Feeling unstoppable when my creative juice is flowing.

Aspired by the inspired, they keep my juices flowing.

Like sunrise, i bring the light with a heat that can be tamed.

I share my hurt, my soul, my pain, just to help you to learn to do the same.

Speak your truth even when it hurts.

There is more comfort in knowing than there is in the lie.

The pain of knowing something is hidden ,can destroy everything you ever had.

Talk to me, speak through your heart beats and the flow of the words in your mind.

Open your eyes to reveal what words you can’t speak.

Should you silence your need to be right, to seek the benefit of being in sync?

No impossible, that would make you a liar too.

Some shoes don’t fit, or have been worn so much they can’t be stitched.

No more going with the flow when you’re the undercurrent to the lie.

Softening every ones vanity, and opening the minds eye.

Exposing the truth that can no longer remain in any ones life.

Be real, life.

Be complete, words.

Be healed, world.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. Peters 🌸

Free

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Why do it cost to be free?

They say only the young can feel it, while the old is mentally stuck in routine .

We all wish to be free , free of something whether it be a person , place , or object .

They say responsibility is growing up, because of cause and effect.

But when did free become the sub for careless ?

Why does free put fear in the heart of the controllers. And weakens the fearless ?

There is so much power in free that the elites cut our wings before we know we can fly.

Free as a bird without it’s limitations to survive.. .

Be true , eyes .

Be silent, heart.

Be peaceful, mind.

Peace & Love Always!!!

By: J. Peters🌹

Unchained

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I once was blind, but now I can see.

It took a lot of self reflecting just to change into what I believe.
Took a lot of self hate just to grow into what I love.

A lot of self discipline just to keep my conscious clear from the beyond and above..

What I was then, isn’t what I am now.

Β Like water under a bridge, my taboo is beneath the ground.

What was tolerated in the past will not be tolerated in the future’s crest.

May I teach you that there is comfort in a seconds breath.

And that your eyes speak for the soul , the only window that disputes and reveals the sold..

Oh, how a moments silence,Β  can clear your mind and highlight the path your good deeds have paved..

Granted is the heart of a tiger and the will of an avenged spirit trying to fix the unsaved.

Be real,Β  heart.Β 

Be nice,Β  love.Β 

Be easy,Β  mind .

Peace & Love Always

By: J. Peters 🌹