The Universe is utterly amazing.
Im here with,my worries and my love, working everything out.
God does not come when u call him/her wright away, but is there wright on time.
It feels good to know when your highly favored and blessed.
I take my spoon full of sugar and salt.
Cause sometimes,life isnt so sweet.
Im holding on to things, that I should of let go a long time ago.
Tried to make it work, yet I have to make me work.
Shucks, Im doing ok. Its funny how the Universe works
and puts a smile on your face from the littlest things.
Im ok with me, even when others pass judgement.
Shit I Rock. and my Man thinks so too...Smooches
It feels good to be loved unconditionally but better when you love yourself.
Amen-Ra
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I think of you often
(I was feeling some kinda way, had to release some thoughts.)
I think of you often.
Everyday conversations replay in my mind.
Yet its that one moment that you lied, that plays so loudly.
On your high horse is were you look down on me from.
Forgetting that you also have imperfections, that your hidding from.
Friend is what i called you, but liar is more appropiate.
As mad as I am I hope you choke on this.
My badd, Im being you, mentally mischeivious and devious.
In a way I cant blame you.
You believed your truth was right, and lied which made me cry.
I doubted who I was, and wanted to make things right.
I compared myself to you, knowing damn well
we are simply two different people.
I actually thought I was wrong, and wanted to make ammends.
How can I do that, we cant be freinds.
Months went by, and I still thought of you.
Then one day a little birdy whispered in my ear, the truth.
Astounded and dumbfounded should have been my middle name.
You really pulled one over me, and in Jesus name you claim, peace.
In the words of many ghetto philosophers, negro please.
Get up off your, so called spiritual quest.
Become a guest in the house of reality.
Dont be a statistic from self afflicted wounds, leaving you a casualty.
Im thinking to much about you, but you were my freind through thick and thin.
Atleast thats what I thought.
I think of you often.
Everyday conversations replay in my mind.
Yet its that one moment that you lied, that plays so loudly.
On your high horse is were you look down on me from.
Forgetting that you also have imperfections, that your hidding from.
Friend is what i called you, but liar is more appropiate.
As mad as I am I hope you choke on this.
My badd, Im being you, mentally mischeivious and devious.
In a way I cant blame you.
You believed your truth was right, and lied which made me cry.
I doubted who I was, and wanted to make things right.
I compared myself to you, knowing damn well
we are simply two different people.
I actually thought I was wrong, and wanted to make ammends.
How can I do that, we cant be freinds.
Months went by, and I still thought of you.
Then one day a little birdy whispered in my ear, the truth.
Astounded and dumbfounded should have been my middle name.
You really pulled one over me, and in Jesus name you claim, peace.
In the words of many ghetto philosophers, negro please.
Get up off your, so called spiritual quest.
Become a guest in the house of reality.
Dont be a statistic from self afflicted wounds, leaving you a casualty.
Im thinking to much about you, but you were my freind through thick and thin.
Atleast thats what I thought.
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