The morning is new and my thoughts are whispering to me as I embrace the gazing sun beaming through my window blinds. I can’t help but to immediately self reflect on what’s important to me and examine the things I tend to treasure. My thoughts are held captive to the idea of what this moment … Continue reading New Mornings For Me
It’s a NEW YEAR, it’s a NEW WAVE. I am sure most people are ready to begin this year off thinking that they have everything ready for a supernatural reset. From one night to another, everything has changed. Well… we know that’s not really the case, but the world seems to run with this concept … Continue reading 2019 Wave – Grab Ya Boards.
When life seems to pull open crane doors, and shower down pounds of despair I will reach with ache, and grab on to hope When life seems to push me into revolving doors, and cause stumbling misdirection I will gaze upon still waters, where there is no rafting When life seems to pack me into … Continue reading Fight, Oh My Soul.
i lay sleep, sneaking silent waves of rest i heard a bang, my rest is trapped darkness piercing through every inch of my flesh i hear fear’s pulse beating in my ear, whispering horrific tensions grinning to my brain, anxiety floating at this moment, I felt the bed shift my heart skipped through the room … Continue reading Lights Out
lights move, speeding through parallel lines designed for destination i can see the constant drift stopping but not really going turning but not really merging movements caused by nature not intention in what way will this road elevate how high will my ways carry will they journey blindly will they lead me into direction into … Continue reading Highways
If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about discomfort. They would explain a life of despair, sorrow, and poverty. You would hear the drenching remarks of struggles and brokenness. The strong sense of loneliness and lack of contentment. If my eyes could talk, they would tell you about insecurity. They would rave about … Continue reading If My Eyes Could Talk
hit me, hit me with likes of momentary attention arise in me, insecurity the feeling of inconsistent satisfaction give more more, so i can give more i need more more, so i can show more i have less , i don’t rest i just post, with hope to get a sensation, to receive a quick … Continue reading aidem laicos