Life is what is it,
take it or leave it,
Upon the arrival
of what is meant,
it shall disclose
I write to escape reality
Or does reality nudge me to write?
I write to transform emotions into poems
Or do poetic vibes transform me into emotions?
I write to make sense of it all
Or does sense make me write?
I write to be one with the vibes
No “or”, I just do….
Every one has a mother. She could be biological or mythological. She could a Tia or Tio. Mothers are in crevices, shelves and dirty alley’s. They are watching, talking and looking out for you.
A mother is one who loves unconditionally, fearless, a super human. She sucks in your pain for your happiness. She will exchange your pain for your freedom.
You could have been left on a doorstep, but a mother picked you up. You could have fallen to the point of no return, but a mother picked you up.
She is your mentor, teacher, nurse, doctor, neighbor, grandmother. She is not just your soul, but she is your essence.
Thank her, he or shim for that one mother figure who has mended your jeans, she has soothed your heart and she has given you the last bite.
Mothers day is everyday. Every second your heart beats, she is there. She, he or shim is your lifeline. Your guardian angel.
Happy Mothers day to all the beautiful women who have sacrificed their baby skin for stretch marks,
Happy Mothers day to the women who have endured unjustifiable pain to bring you into our universe,
Happy Mothers day to the men and women who do it alone! Who wake up at dawn only to hear whines and complaints,
Happy Mothers Day ❤
Are lies your new foundation?
a base filled with cracks,
Do you hide behind crystallized
thoughts of your afflictions?
How do you live with inner
thoughts of deception?
A life of ungathered weeds
Gray shadows linger over
your soul, eating you up
as if your a growing herb
in the garden of Eden.
Refraining from releasing
your snake from your dried
out grass, keep it up and you’ll
be left to wither in the heated sky…..