The saga continues
n Im Riding it out
Blessed for another day.
Asking what you about
I struggle so I hustle
But could be humble without
Clout pays the bills; so ain’t no hiding
The fact is; no actin n I’m a provider
Grown up I show up n ignite it
Pushing my people up higher
This is superimposed
So I suppose I’m a writer
More like a rider
I don’t care if nobody reads this verse
I care about my seeds n my girl
I write these things for me
n I ain’t got a need in the world.
Oh how beautiful when night turns to day. What a blessing it was to see your face. My only brother I’ve ever had. Thinking about you every day.
It’s hard to write about you. Missing you this badly. We meet in other realms due to the strength of our connection.
I could cry but I won’t. I’m trying not to. Blessed to be alive another day. I’m carrying on this path holding the torch for you.
I am thankful for every last year day minute n second I had with you. You are a true Angel to me.
Blessed nuff sedded stress shredded
gets chedda days bedda bedda weatha
Foreva bliss reminiss I make a wish
Came true remain true to my dreams
In-between behinds the scenes fiend
Knowledge abolish wack shi n I frollic
Drop bomb like Wu atomic Islamic
Meaning peace n I piece with ease
this is new and I am innocently exploring
a new bright and magical world
it seems that I have the world at my fingertips and sky is the limit
where to even begin?
So this is the retrograde rain
Of pain and joy?
Similes and metaphors
I regain control as the rain pours
But yes; to love change embrace pain
Tattering and trickling
Dripping on my soul
Yet is is filling me; I am whole
The whole world planets and stars
Watching the rain fall and wash
Seeds birth a new life
For me or for anyone and Everything
In this life
In this change
In this rain.
Whaddya right write in the dark of night night mystty morning words take flight like birds they might chirp delighted to be reunited with my word type typwriter observer of silence.
Serenity plentiful gently breathe sentences please be a gentleman sentimental is my lifetime of entity; a splash of word alphabet soup for your breakfast then.
I opologize for the abstract but I’m obliged to wrap this like a Christmas gifted basket.
It’s dark morning.
The time for rhyme therapy; my clarity
Climb out of disparity; hearing me
Write these words; observe purpose
Present moment is the service
Back again with a digital saturated pen
Micro ink blot.
Thank you my friend.
The universe grants me another day
Thankful and it’s never in vain
I’m finding peace here in the winters air
I’m feeling fresh and clear