Glasses of champagne at 3 am…
Lifestyles of the emotionally rich and anti- famous
*laughs like a happy Goddess
Glasses of gratitude at 4 am…
I wrote this poem below a few weeks ago after a young man talked to me quite recklessly. I save my energy these days choosing peaceful silence and a pen. I took an L that day honestly. The lesson for me was to value all of who I am and who I am not. In doing that it will become easier to identify and attract higher vibrations. Instead of taking the anger I felt and making a poor choice I turned it into the verses you see below then I let it go. I remember that my feelings, negative or positive, are fuel. Vroom Vroom – *pulls off
As long as I got the Pontiac
My plug ain’t walking
Watch all that sh*t you talking
No more hot boxin’ in Acuras
Gold fangs call me Dracula
On my peaceful sh*t not attacking ya
But I’m still human so watch that mouth or I’m slapping ya
Don’t touch me with that energy
I’m not feeling it
Imma have to invoice ya if you want me healin’ it
Ain’t sh*t free
Brotha you gonna have to pay me
You seem saltier then a saltine
At all this queenly femininity
Serving dope vibes all through YO City
Sitting pretty like a titty
Connected and protected
Growing stronger even when disrespected
“Ain’t no more repeats,” I say honestly. My dad laughs because he understands the depth of my desire to break this pattern of going backwards.
I’m not beating myself up just resting in honest awareness.
What is done is done.
We had then. We did.
I take a moment to laugh too. But, I’m as serious as a nervous breakdown; ain’t no more repeats.
I want new… everything… in the now.
No rush though, it feels good to rest in the empty space that releasing has created.
New thoughts, feelings, patterns, understandings, and it goes on…
I don’t even care for vintage, the material past, as I once did. The only way I will even indulge in vintage anything is if it crosses my path organically and can be reworked into something that matches the energy of who I am… now.
Everything is everything.
Old shoes or old patterns – no matter – y’all all gotta go.
Nostalgia does not do it for me anymore either- maybe it never did- but that’s neither here nor….now.
Now is all I want my mind, body, and soul to be concerned with.
Now is all we have.
I am in true love with the present moment – like a deep multi sensory unconditional till death do us part kind of way.
All the thoughts, feelings, and moments of being feel vibrant regardless of their frequency.
Ain’t no more repeats.
Sometimes the truth feels like a swift judo chop to the throat.
But, there is freedom in the judo chop of truth.
She is brown Mary Poppins, carpet bag and all…
Soothing your inner child and reminding you to smile and play even when the day seems gray.
She can’t stay, more inner children to love on, so be present with her and remember to love yourself as she loves you- unconditionally.
She is brown Mary Poppins, carpet bag and all.
I used to walk on eggshells
Then I got anxious, angry, and lost my balance
Damn all those eggshells
Then all that stomping made me tired and sad
Looking around I realized that it wasn’t the place for me
We deserve unshakable peace and healthy love
So I walked away from all those eggshells
Self preservation of mind body and soul
I used to walk on eggshells