Don’t start none…

There was no more putting up with abuse of any kind from anyone.

Don’t expect kindness from people you treat unkindly.

Don’t expect understanding when you don’t give understanding.

Don’t expect honesty from others when you aren’t honest with yourself.

Don’t expect unconditional love when you love conditionally.

Don’t expect peace when you create wars with your gossiping words and messy behaviors.

And definitely don’t expect humans like me to put up with that shit.

For a long time I put up with abusive behavior from various sources because I didn’t want to be “disrespectful”.

Bull

Shit

Unhealthy, toxic, and shitty is unhealthy, toxic, and shitty – regardless of how it is related.

Charity begins at home.

Unconditional love begins at home.

Kindness begins at home.

Understanding begins at home.

Peace begins at home.

Home is where the heart is.

Your heart is your body.

Start with yourself.

Focus on your OWN addictions, afflictions, and issues.

And when you are Mentally, Emotionally, and Physically well enough then maybe you can actually help others in an authentic, lasting, and beneficial way.

There are many amazing souls out here putting in work to make the world a more “lit” place – in big ways and small ways- if you can’t be one of them- that’s cool – but don’t be a distraction.

Please sit your ass down somewhere- please.

There was no more putting up with abuse of any kind from anyone.

Black Rage

Been mad as three hells lately

The link below has helped.

https://girltrek.us18.list-manage.com/subscribe?u=6aa11fa786466642f2188db2e&id=fd9095c5dc

Thank you beautiful Black Women for showing up with the healing yet again

I’ll be back soon got some letting go to do

Be safe out here and remember you are loved

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User not Lost

She fell backwards into anonymity

Unreachable (to some)

Unidentifiable (mask on)

Slightly traceable ( she never hid)

Who she is doesn’t matter

Who she isn’t doesn’t matter either

She was sent here for a purpose

The drama and the bullshit – not it

God whispered instructions into her right ear

Clear and realigned it was time

Angels surrounded her -even on the dark days

Especially on dark days

She said thank you one more time

And fell backwards into anonymity

Aglow with Knowing

Listen, Read and let your soulllllll glow…
https://music.apple.com/us/album/im-dope-feat-david-michael-wyatt/1418975104?i=1418975106

Lilith’s Lit Daughter, Pencil drawing by Me

Whom the phuck shall you fear- aren’t you the light?

I remind myself of who’s I am as I step into the night aglow

I get to know my darkness so it won’t consume me

I get to know my darkness so it can’t entomb me

There is power and strength in knowing and loving all sides of yourselves

Sharing light with my demons we are reminded of our true essence

Now we work together in the dark of night for the light

Whom the phuck shall you fear- aren’t you the light?

Via: www.merriam-webster.com

your·selves | \ yər-ˈselvz  , Southern also -ˈsevz \

Definition of yourselves

1: those identical ones that are you used reflexively

Get yourselves a treat, for emphasis, or in absolute constructions

2: your normal, healthy, or sane condition or selves 

you will feel more like yourselves after a good rest

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https://foreverconscious.com/lilith-the-triple-goddess-of-astrology

Divine Moving & Shaking

We move in silence

Not pressed to tell people our plans

Because we’ve already told them to God

Taking time to align our selves with energy that uplifts and hardcore ignoring anything else

Life is too short to be responding to the dumb shit

So we don’t – mostly- still human

We move in silence

Never pressed to tell people our plans

Because we’ve already told them to God

We move in silence

Prescribed Fire / Neon Green Growth

Standing on the once charred ground i take a moment to look around and within

Feeling deeply like this land is me

Burned down for betterment and slowly growing back to life

The hot fire of destruction was simply stage one of reconstruction

Each new sprout feels like something to sing about

From the ashes, we all can rise

Again and again

Standing on the once charred ground i take a look around and within

https://myfwc.com/wildlifehabitats/habitat/prescribed-fire/

Thanks BANKS

she thanked God for all of it…

i make long lists of all the things i’m grateful for

i live quietly and love my small circle of loved ones ferociously

i thank God for all of it

wearing my father’s old military jacket

Adorned with my mother’s old pin,

her mother’s old pin,

And a pin of my own that maybe my daughter will wear on her father’s old jacket one day i smile wide as this beautiful man snaps my picture just before the concert begins

she thanked God for all of it…

September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?