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

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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

Gentil

Like wind , I’m only limited by what another hides.

I flow through stones, water, worlds, and sunrise.

Let us drink the water of earth so that our thirst will quench our dull lives.

We exist only to be of help to each others cries,

So why do we repeat the history of the fallen lives?

Its because we’ve lost sight of what makes us feel alive.

What gives us hope in a careless world?
what gives us light in the darkest hour?

What miracle comes when the silver lining fades?

Kindness, simple.

One act of kindness can have a butterfly effect on ones life.

Kindness is a selfless love that all can give, without cost or debt, or punishment.

As the saying goes “no good deed goes unpunished..”

But kindness has no consequence because it is not a deed done for charity, but for benefit of the soul.

So be kind to all, as well as yourself.

You have to choose to do what you feel is right, no matter how easy, tempting, or cajoling things, people, or harsh situations may be.

Be kind world,

You never know what another may be going through, whether it be mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and or morally…

If you respond to fire with fire, the flame will flourish, so be cool like water.

Water has no boundaries, it can’t be contained, it slips through all cracks, seals, and moldings.

Be water to fire..

Be kind to the meek and undeserving,

fore it keeps your soul clean, your chakras(soul energy)balanced, and your conscious clear.

In order to manifest your desires into reality,

You have to start redirecting your approach to life,

Including how you converse and treat others, because everyone, from your love ones, friends, foes, co workers, mail man, or a stranger at Starbucks.

Everyone who has come in, out, or around you has a reason beyond your comprehension.

Whether it to teach you, treat you, reach you, lift you, or lighten your load..

Be kind world..

Be kind heart..

Be kind mind..

J. Peters πŸ•Š

Be Gentle

Be gentle world…

My words arenot meant to deter,

but let me clarify..

“be gentle”

as in Empathic of the malice society our people had & have to face,

that causes a few to be “sensitive ignorant people” ,..

so shamelessly stated… not trying to obliterate my message..

Empathy is a trait that has dismantled and built empires & movements..

beware though…

The blind cannot lead the blind when their other senses are also lacking.

In order to teach, you have to learn.

In order to lead you have to relate..

If your intentions are to open closed minds and empower the constantly muted and forgotten by force and belittling of their character/current circumstances,

then your movement will be led with cruelity & snafu…

You can’t force your views on others, nor classify an ENTIRE race as dark and ignorant all the while saying you want to help them?

Words have weight, you should never stomp the broken or discourage the meek with words that can not LIFT our people.

Show them their wings, don’t tighten the chains that have kept us all from exploring our potential and living out our true purpose.

Self discovery is not opposed be self recovery, they are insync.

We can & we will all find our path, in due time, as long as we walk in our truth.

Lead others as we follow and follow as we lead.

We are all, but one mind with a soul.

Some need more guidance and help than others, so be gentle.

There are a hundred plus ways to climb a mountain, but only a few ways to fall.

So you can let a minor slip be the death of your dreams, plans, and goals.

Or you can catch yourself, better prepare in case of another slip, and finish climbing.

You can also catch another person and help them.

In return they can better secure your climb, while you secure theirs as you both continue to excel towards the top.

Our journey and our character depends soley on the way we impact those we see daily , and the way we treat those who cross our paths.

Live the love you seek.

Love the life you live.

J. Peters ❀

Cliff Jumping

No way around it,

it’s got to be done.

So pick up your feet and show it can be won.

No amount of money can buy self love.

Like drugs, fake love can only get you temporarily high.

Like lies, it can only get you temporarily by.

Until it all falls down and your only option is to live.

To love another, your only option is to give.

You have to live with what is unspoken and what is known as the edge.

Through the years your muted cries and hard times are what keeps you humbled on the ledge.

You can get pass hurt if you allow yourself to reveal and heal.

You have to let go of what hurts and steals,

Your ability and your will.

You can do it, but don’t let time eat at your prime.

Move swiftly, so that you can kill time.

So that you may win in time without your self gratification, condemned and in binds.

Be nice, words.

Be true, love.

Be merciful, time.

J. Peters 🐞

Provisional Lover

I plead for you to love me

and you say ‘eventually..’

As if my love is an option that reads

100% guaranteed.

I dare you to say ‘i love you’ on the world stage.

Make a mockery of yourself just to make them lust, love, & hate.

But I doubt your ability to reciprocate the love I give without restraint.

For you’re all about what can be given and what more or less you can take.

I loved you more than I loved myself that was my first mistake.

I know you because you’re my doppelganger for pain.

I know you fear losing the control of who can hold your vulnerability and accept your inner vain.

I stay carrying your baggage and helping you sort it all out, it’s insane.

How do you careless about leaving me damaged in the lost and found behind the’ no fucks given’ gate?

Why do i need you to love me, when your actions say that you cant?

Why do i insist on you holding me when your arms lay lose at your side while mines grip you tighter than skinny jeans stuffed with ass implants , too fake.

Let me show you what it means to be loved, while you show me what it means to be hurt the same?

Hurt people hurt people, but that isn’t what I deserve, so may your guilt help me to heal you.

Gain your sympathy so that i can break down the walls that are thick enough to kill few.

J. PETERS πŸ’‹

Light House

They study your moves just to mimick.

Limit your thoughts by filling it with repeated history gimmicks.

If you value your heart you’ll be more cautious of who you let possess it.

Just as you should value your mind, by unlearning what you learned from the beginning.

Be open..mind..heart..&..soul..

J. Peters ❀

Masque

They say be strong, never flip your mask.

Paint a picture on sheep skin, so that’ll last.

It has been planted into our minds to feel some type of way, just to feel some type of way.

It takes away the pain of living out your day to day.

We only feel alive when it hurts to stay.

Walk quickly towards the exit and leave behind the hate.

Never build on a troublesome lesson or dismay.

We all can be living for our past gains.

Mind frames sticky from our last thing.

Escapade appealing so we kill our last names.

Becoming the Smiths , Lees, and Gonzalez of the world’s masquerade.

Dissolving into one melting pot of empty pain.

Upside down becomes right side up with out present mind games.

Nice has become flirting, honesty has become hate, and happiness has become material luxe.

Icey hearts, empty words, value based on paper and a tuxe.

What are we if not chained to our own lie.

Heavy words and mute footsteps longing to rip apart the disguise.

To be different, even when different isn’t a trend for those who are to simple to be prime.

Be light world.

Be here, love.

Be loud, words.

J. PETERS βœŒπŸ“ΈβœŒ

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