Worry Not Today

She transmuted her worry into hope because she knew damn well she didn’t have the full scope.

Art by: Jeff T. and myself

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?

Hertz dispelling Hurt

Bathing in a sea of sound

She got lost in the beat

Changing in a way you could never see

Float on

Flow on

Light on

Washed away in the best way

Amplified by this electrical musical ride

The hertz dispelling the hurt

Vibrate on

Vacillate on

Love on

She got found in the beat

Bathing in a sea of sound

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Writer’s Note: been swimmin’ in my heart lately – some late spring cleaning – makin’ space for some new shit…laughs

Lauren, Oro, and Ava

I people watch in the park.

I saw these fly young ladies.

I couldn’t help but want to be them a little.

Laughs.

Why?

In touch with nature,

Young,

beautiful,

brown,

full of potential…

Wait- What?

Laughs.

Reflections.

Connections.

I am what I attract?

I am what I see in the world?

I am but a reflection?

I am?

Who am I?

Am I fly too?

Am I the ugly I see?

Yea?

No?

Yea

Damn.

So.

All of it is beautiful.

All of us are beautiful.

Ugly Beautiful.

Beautiful Ugly.

Independent film.

I am?

Just am?

I don’t know.

Laughs.

I just am.

’Cause they are.

I am.

I am Oro.

I am Lauren.

I am Ava.

Nahh.

Yea.

I am me.

Laughs.

I people watch in the park.

Saw me in some fly young ladies.

We Am.

Love is / Love isn’t

I put my mental, physical, spiritual, and financial health first. Unapologetically.

I am honest about what I can and can not handle and I say no to carrying anyone’s burdens or stresses.

This does not make me weak.

When things seem overwhelming I take a moment to check in with God and myself reaching out to my support system if I need to.

I am not perfect by any stretch of the imagination and I release guilt for not always handling things “perfectly”.

I surround myself with unconditional genuine love and I thank God for it.

I have all that need.

Thank you.

Last Call

She called to his spirt in hopes that it would answer

In hopes that belief would find him in the night and wrap his consciousness in stars and shine light into his darkness

Opening him up to the beauty that is everything- to the love at his core

The queen calmed her own fears she knew that this may not be their time and her voice may not be the one for his ears

Maybe the moment for this pairing would be in the future when the king was ready for the work-when the king could really love himself, express his feelings, and find gratitude in each moment

Maybe she had to continue on her light filled journey alone- her solo act explosive enough to ignite his spirit

Life was too beautiful for her to stand waiting for too long

The king would find her but only after he found himself

Calling was draining

So the queen stopped calling and prayed to the Creator to release her from this task

He will find his way in his own time soothed the Creator

And away went the queen confidently into her destiny – because what was for her was for her

 

believe in yo self

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean I don’t exist

I show you my heart and my art and I see blossoms of disbelief in your eyes

You want an explanation of the why or the how or the origin

Evidence of your inability to except and appreciate things, people, and places just as they are, and not what you expect them to be

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean that I don’t exist

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean that I won’t persist

Thank you for not believing in me

Thank you for showing me your disbelief with your words and your actions

Your disbelief  has freed me

Freed me to realize that the only beliefs that truly count are my beliefs about myself and my belief in  the  Higher Power that created me

I believe in me and I do exist