Life in the willingness, the protection of the open,
perturbed by the commonality of ages, a single reformation,
a stricken world of petunias, lying in a field of remnants and violets.
Going into the world of staggering emotions,
one loves the common man who angers the stethoscope of the living,
hurrying the brush fire into the descent of mankind, burning the lush.
Harrying the dryness of empty souls,
the you that escapes all emotion becomes a stumbling block,
garnered by a population of the insidious; trembling at the sight of each other. …
Cultural apparitions, inside the womb of mother earth,
sustained by colliders that understand the collective truths,
it is in our agenda that suspension remains fixed inside the heart that collects,
apparitions and emotions inside a turbulent molecule.
Making it inside each chamber, topography is the resting place of the ground,
yourself being the questionable chapter of love,
excursions of the highest being, the change we wish to see in the world
is underneath our fingers, resting in middle earth.
Fighters of freedom remind us that without proper attention,
the desolate will perish like bird seeds in the summer,
unduly beginning a wholesome custom of purity that sells the broken,
replanting them with the bluest of skies, sunsets at dawn. …
It is a decision, the totality of it all,
wisdom from the heart is the great sunset over Beirut,
skimming the surface for transformation, elliptical eulogies,
everything skips inside like a racing dragon, raving and heavy,
the heartbeat is farthest from the illusion of mankind,
the orange glow of sunrise after an evening of exhaustion,
involved in the exquisite circumstances of delight,
the light inside is a bright conundrum, swimming inside the ocean blue,
Japanese maple turns bright red in the autumn season,
shifting inside is the refusal to rebuild something that is already, complete.
A beautiful contraption,
the companion often overlooks imperfections in the naked body,
soul accomplishes the divine mystery of loving perforation,
you, yourself are the ideal companion of the haughty nature,
being a colossal idealization of entrapment inside freedom as a force,
the heart communicates in building a temporary shelter for it’s being,
enclosures find gregarious moons,
absolving responsibility for the cross along the edge,
where one does not step into the process, the elongation of mystery
becomes a bent rule inside the monastery of life. …
Flying high with the kites in the darkened sky,
one is subject to a multitude of emotions and understanding of the soul,
Spirit shines deep within the nomenclature of design,
man idles in the fantasy of transformation and undulation,
banality bites the forbidden fruit of labor.
The shining of the golden sun reflects apparitions in the sky,
indolence becomes a factor in sensations felt inside the pit of our being,
core of the human essence fits the yearning of the inside,
blackened by professional and debilitating circumstances, often found in life.
Red lanterns fly high amidst a sea of celebration,
gathered for the purpose of idealism and resurrection,
common place ideologies become slogans of the ‘what if,’
collecting particles in the air that condense at the first sight of the auspicious. …
LIKE MOST WHO ARE UNDERESTIMATED, I HAVE LEARNED TO OVER-PERFORM AND FIND SOFT BUT KEY WAYS TO TAKE CREDIT. BECAUSE ULTIMATELY, LEADERSHIP AND POWER REQUIRE THE CONFIDENCE TO EFFECTIVELY WIELD BOTH. — Stacey Abrams*
Yielding the soft edges of cumbersome interaction,
comfort begins to melt into the amber of million year old trees,
stomped in the preclusion of charity, thereby regaining Spirit seekers into their realm,
swimming with great whales underneath the sea,
one who understands leadership is inside a deep trance of evolution.
Frothing through the youth of the self,
the tethered and cumbersome interaction of the powerful becomes life,
heavy and preoccupied, stance ready to be seen and understood,
asunder is the kaleidoscope of affirmation, seekers into the light,
the raving madness of escaping a solid estimation,
numbness becomes a great mystery of temptation, a quest for feeling. …
Always antithetical, true narration occurs behind the scenes,
vocal orchestras illiterate sounds, singing Beethoven as it rains,
puddles become watering holes for the thirsty, lost amiss gardens of clouds,
ages turn and we become solitary,
yearning for mistaken beliefs to turn around man’s preoccupied nature.
There remains a Universe, where golden stones ripple among sacred water,
jubilation becomes a theoretical paradise, populous of the underground,
jet streams of salvation are inoculated,
helping hands where none can be found, understanding of natural procedures,
the allocation of lowered vibrations is due to the emergency of humanity.
Raving is the madness that occupies one’s mind,
the eye is consumed by one’s transformation,
spiritual beings become Spirited for a reason; to unnerve society,
to overcome the challenges of the soul, responsible for the innate,
the rituals of under performance become formative,
basic ideology spins around the globe,
and we are left within muddy waters, inside the chambers of the unknown. …