I am a mess

My mind is disturbed.

It doesn't work like yours does.

Yours may make up thoughts and ideas and then present them,

I just speak.

I cuss.

I hurt.

I blame.

I scream and I cry.

I'm a mess.

Beauty trumps Queen

Beauty trumps Queen.


Beauty released...

Its course through your veins,

is uniquely your own.

Your face, your lips, your figure,

are all a story told.


But taken out of context to fulfill other's fantasies,

Ugly looks, snarky words, baffle those that don't see.


The within often lacks to connect to the world.

Skin deep is as far as some are willing to dwell.

Fixated; to make up stories as they go.


But if only...

spoken words,

written thoughts; a connection from your soul,

could be made, by a glance.

Instead a dismissive ode, for their grandeur.


The beauty within,

radiates beyond our skin, deep,

and confuses their reality.

Learned by T.V. and pageantry.

Meditation

Go within

and focus on your beating heart.

Thoughts try to be silenced.

Remember to calm each one down.


I look forward to the knowledge found within the collective sound.


Once you find it,

You will see visions, just for one.

Close your eyes and go within,

diving deep...yet again.



I wish you find this piece today,


that you too will find a release outside of the norm




For years I refused to meditate, no rhyme or reasons, I just didn't get it.

Then I began to ask, What are the reasons I remain?

Evolutionary years go by, and began to realize,

the answers are within.



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I saw angels entering heaven meditating to this. I asked God to show me the souls I have crossed into heaven. He showed me. Listen and you may see, it may not happen the fist time, but stay open and honest and beautiful things may happen.

Room Sitting

Time is ticking by.

wasted.

Sit in silence and don't breathe.

Chosen for me.

Malcom

i close my eyes and connect.

Your sorrow, i felt.

Tears emerged under closed eyes.



I ask you to forgive, as I always do.

Forgive who wronged you and forgive yourself, too.



I see visions of running through school hallways of so many years ago.

Returned to the childlike wonder of running through places you know you shouldn't go...


I hope that you don't linger...


The drugs and toxicity, the feeling of the high, guides us through our days

and weaves us through the night...

But it's over, end, it's done.

The end has come.

...

Malcolm, did you fly?



Twirling as you ascend, extended your fist & with a mighty punch through the clouds,

filled with so much of YOU, your soul...

emerged on the other side.

...


That's my true hope for you.