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.


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 ❀


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.


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

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


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’


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‘‘


You will never get far with a do or don’t attitude.

You’re limiting your progress using I will or wont, but I ain’t mad at you.

Any overachiever knows it takes a lot out of you.

What does? Everything…

When you aim higher and beyond in everything you do.

Seeking perfection in every final move.

It’s our inner greatness, the brushstroke of an artist starving yet living life through the lens , screaming out ‘WHY ARENT YOU RECORDING THEN?!’

Yes, it’s the moments that we capture in our mind for later use.

Our ideas taking on their own life and growing roots.

How many signs do you need before you stop for gas?

How many acts do you perform? Do you know or can feel when it’s your last?

Stop & instruct your audience to live life in their past.

Singing the words of the broken hearted within a up tempo that’s masked.

Famished, fucking with my mind like I’m the puppet to your damage.

Spit out that noise and cut the strings that you playing with.

Silence the voices of the thoughtless, to unmute the cries of the audience.

They’re stuck watching likes it tv!

Commenting out of envy and what they choose to believe.

But just as salt looks like sugar, diamonds look like glass.

So tell me what exactly do you have if your riches involve only paper and glass?

No, I’m not bashing, just asking you to open your mind.

Look forward just as you always look from behind.

Think for yourself and make the moves you talk about.

Pour your ideas into realities engine and draw the map.

You got this , leave no room for doubt.

Be strong, eyes.

Be open, ears.

Be gone, fears.

Peace & Love Always! πŸ’‹

By: J. Peters 🐐


Like water to a fish, my presence allows you to sustain.

Drink with me , lets converse about the constellations and what our future will bring.

A moth to my light , you’re forever drawn in, because my mystery is a puzzle you can’t solve.

Fore my mystery forever evolves.

Must i go on a journey that leads through dark forests and ethereal lands, just to make you wonder?

Like watching a man pump $2 dollars worth of gas, making us all sonder. Relatable being,

I can make you feel, in the depth of your loniest thoughts, your unconsciousness revealed.

I can fill that void that makes you doubt all you’ve been taught.

Reaching for the stsrs, lets find the things we have all sought.

For you I’ll bring peace to your woes and nourish your hunger with understanding.

Its not rude to be demanding if you’re reprimanding.

Ill eradicate your weary with a comfort that so heavenly your night won’t be spent miserably awake.

Come now, please come so that i can heal your soul and gift your life with a break..

Be wise, choice

Be woke, soul.

Be present, love.

Peace & Love Always!! πŸ’‹

By: J. PetersπŸ‘‘