Perseverance

 I do not reach for the stars, I gaze towards the moon. I do not follow the road, I set my own path. I do not swim in the river, I transcribe my soul within the stream. Pebbles of rocks strengthen itself, forming boulders and stepping stones as it acknowledge the majestic being that lies within me. Behold the words of a well made Queen. The wounds have been healed at the very moment in which it was created. Come a little closer, do not be afraid. Fear is what one may assume is being imposed, but I hold the key to the Ultimate Soul. Rise above it all as I continue to prosper and answer Life’s call. Delicately woven into such a creation that is divinely empowered to persevere. The whips may bruise but it cannot shatter the spirits of the high.

Listen to the air, it whistles to the stars. Engulf yourself, be one with the wind and allow it to dance the rhythm of life around you.  Shhh, be the moment, control your surroundings. Man may come forth, declare challenge upon me. I laugh at the call for I cannot be tamed. I am a perfected creature of the wild and so I exclaimed and shouted to the world and my cry trembled throughout the universe. I stand before you not as the one who endured hardship and struggled. Rather as one who faced the rage of the beast and shouted out victory for I am not of man who summon to defeat.

The Faceless

The post is basically a response to a poem entitled The Faceless which was written by an unknown artist who I believe goes by the name Jemma. The part that is written in bold red italic font hugging the left side of the page - is the original poem. Personally, I feel as the bolded font should be read first - all at once - skipping over the regular font, just to get a feel of how strong the passage is. I would then go back and read the whole entire passage (original/response) together as a whole just as it is presented. I am considering this version as a self held conversation with oneself (individual is talking to themself) in order to get some form of clarification and strength as to what has taken place, is taking place, and will be taking place. It is written with regard towards domestic violence.

Is there help for the faceless ones
Or are they so cold and condemned
To the light of a dying star
That they're begging for the pain
Wanting to feel they should be ashamed
So they could believe they deserve their fate?
The fallen ones
The ones who won't come home

Tha Hood's 'Sleep (Prologue)

Man, can't you hear the k-oz in the air. I'm not even gonna lie to you but the block is live. Everywhere I turn I see somebody doing and/or getting into something. Even when the atmosphere is crazy, you still could get that crunk, party, chilling type of vibe. It blows my mind though on how these fools could be tense and on edge yet still have a good time.

How in the hell I just passed these boys getting harrased by the cops and they gonna meet up with me at the park and try to counsel me.
"What's good 'Ma."
"It ain't nothing,  just maxing."
"Yeah, I feel you. You see that little shit that I got myself into, I saw how you looked at me when you walked by."
"Look it here man, I know how you get down. By the way, I don't see that shit. You ain't never disrespect me so we good."
"What you doing out here by yourself and looking like you wanna catch a case? Hold up, you good?"
So a couple more of his nigga joined. Conversation got redirected and was no longer geared towards me. I just sunk into the atmosphere, I needed that. I never told my peoples fuck it and just walk away. But I was so heated and about to lose my mind. Meeting up with these fool at the park actually helped ease my mind.

Dark Child (Prologue)

Sleep was okay today and yesterday wasn't that bad. I'm just so happy today's Monday. I'm so happy to be going to school. You just don't understand, I'm so hungry. I didn't expect school to be like this. I dont really fit in. Technically they said I was supposed to be five to start Kindergarten, so my father lied because I was only four.

< pause and thought to myself ... seriously, as if they dont have all the paper work for the next school year and if I'm turning five this summer they would still allow me to participate in summer school ... but whatever .. test my intelligence>

The summer was a hot summer like always, for some reason my household conditions got worst I wondered if I really was their birth child. Summer came and went, regular school started. Was placed in honors then removed for not enough space. Started given trouble in my regular class, wasn't being challenged. Use to tell the teacher I was smarter, I lead the class at times, just losing interest, my parents didn't know how to deal with me .... so the abuse, neglect took it turn for the worst.

Respect

Respect ..... how do one receive it, how do one give it, when should one give it, and how should one react when they do not receive it ..... ..does maintaining respect to those who disrespect you is in a way you disrespecting yourself for continuing to tolerate the disrespect

Respect is defined as
1. To recognize the worth, quality, importance, or magnitude of
2. A feeling of deference, approval, and liking
3. Willingness to show consideration or appreciation.

Mind Games

Why is it that we, as in peopl continue to play mind games with ouselves?  We know what it is that we want yet we are cautious about the respond that may be given. So we attempt to come at the situation with such a strategic approach that only leaves oneself with more sense of hesitation because we are the only one playing the game in which two people are supposedly a part of. Confide in me then I'll confide in you. If both party is waiting on the next person to make the first move, opportunity will obviously pass them by. Yet they are aware of this and still refuse to take the necessary actions. Or is it that they hope that their thought will change and they can continue on without ever having to touch on the idea? Yet they both sort of know what the other is thinking, how the other feels, they both are hoping that they can brush off what's at hand, so why not just address the situation and find true closure. Is it because the dream is more controllable than reality although the dream is an extension of their reality......

 

 

The Road To Wisdom (intro)

As I talk to the souls around me, I am please to know that others are as cautious as me. For the concious mind is the one that's paranoid.......yet free to gain knowledge as it please.
  
SOUL 
Spiritually Obtained Universal Life

CAUTIOUS   
Carefully Analyzing Until Thoughts Infer On Undetermined Situations

CONCIOUS
Conducting Ongoing Nuerological Cases Including Our Unified State

MIND  
Mentally Induced Nonetheless Determined

PARANOID
Psychologically  At Risk Assuming Nomadics Opposition Isn't Death 

KNOWLEDGE
Knowing Nothing Ommit Will - Learning'sEverlasting -  Deeply Guided - Eternal