Wise words can sometimes feel like a shouting match
Everywhere you look words of inspiration spit at you like
Mothers , aunties, sisters and friends telling you that man is no good.
You build up a pyramid of ideas ;
make the ancestors proud.
But it crumbles before your eyes;
You built it on sand.
Last night he whispered to me.
No, I’d bought his book.
Read his every word and he told me his story.
Conformity has been my stagnation.
Trying to tell my story within the confines of my target audience
But life is like that crazy man in the street shouting bible verses and profanities in one.
You either state your case in your own words, time and style
Or yours will always be the case of what could have been.
I know I love this; words in multiple mediums.
A book, poem, song or rhyme.
My heart’s in it.
A multitude of emotions and each one is a story in itself.
Who you love, when and why
That’s always been up to me.
Consequences are inevitable but they aren’t the stumbling blocks.
I am.
Ready to to give in before I’d even started.
Prepared for failure before I’ve even put myself forward.
Who knows.
I could be writing this all over again,
Different words, circumstances same emotions.
But today is different,
I’m putting in the work,making it count.
That’s all the success I can handle
Today.

Self analysis
Self revocation
When one needs to be quiet
The mind creates endless banter
Designed to numb the soul searching
Needs
Numbed with pointless facts and fears
Self pity self conscious
The heart desires that which is denied
Wanting!
The fallacy is the independence of the mind
The truth is the interconnected ness of that which is one
Without mind the soul starves
And without hope and desire
The mind is little challenged
Peace is inevitable.
Just stop.

In that quiet precious moment.
You saw something in me that
I forever seek in myself
Something that said give this little girl a chance
She’s worth it.
I can’t fathom the loneliness around you.
How much of your future,
your dreams altered, did you see?
But in those moments it was you and me,
Just you and me.
An in those precious moments
We had each other,
We had love
I had love before I knew its breath
It’s effect on the mechanics of the mind
In the noises of my night,
that place becomes my refuge.
When the world is knocking me from all angles
When people seek of me more than they’re willing to sacrifice of themselves
When my cup runneth low
And still someone seeks a sip.
My spirit finds solace in that moment
A baby, carefree and unaware
Of the magnitude of the decision you took to let me breathe.
When you looked at me and said
“I’m going to do my best for you
Just stay with me. ”
And when my arms miss the warmth of your embrace
That moment seeks me out and envelopes me
And whatever it is this life will be.
This moment with you, sums up my all.

It started with a word..
And the emotions were riled up
Like a croc infested swamp.
They continued to come through
Tumbling on my sensitivity
Like a brick wall in a storm.
I’d been here before
But I couldn’t stop the pain
I wanted to speak up and throw back my own
But you get addicted to the abuse
Your body perks up for it
Only to slumber in defeat
Each word is a poison dart
Injecting a falsehood laced
In bitter truth.
Frozen in a place and space
That neither wants nor cares
For me
But the fear of the unknown outweighs
The verbal onslaught that’s now
My bread and butter.