Did they every tell you would grow up?
Did they ever tell you to dream?
Did they ever tell you to never get high?
You grew to a new you,
You dreamt a dream of no return,
You got high, higher than high,
Did they tell you to smile?
Did they tell you to sing?
Did they tell you to think?
You smiled despite parasites,
You sang to stay afloat,
You thought it’d never end,
But it did.
You let go.
It has been about 4 weeks of quarantine during this “coronavirus 2020” that has hit our reality. A worldly demise. A pandemic!
Here I am stand in America. The land of the free. The land of freedom. The United States, yet we are not so “united” as expected.
It is unreal. I would have never thought! I mean, a war amongst leaders, okay, believable, but a war against a minuscule virus??? Unreal.
This is today.
Amongst of all humanity.
Happily, I’m making the most of my situation. I have been taking advantage of waking up late, drinking coffee all morning, not wearing make-up and embracing the slow life!
I love taking walks whenever I want, homeschooling my 2nd grader and watching my highschool senior work independently.
Honesty, I feel like I’m in a dream come true, but you have to remember that each one of us has a different “reality”!
Our “Personal eye” IS WHAT WE SEE and feel. All I can say is that I have have no problem with my life and my reality because I manifest the truth. My truth.
We are on a disproportionate reality and we are in the middle of a huge world change, but I leave a note to remind you to enjoy your life.
Enjoy the present moment. Embrace what you are given. We are only given one life.
Life is a blink of an eye
Layers of fun.
Scabs of triumphs.
Life speeds through beauty, pausing through pain.
Life ticks by seconds and tocks through years.
Life is immortal.
My love for you is mortal.
of her memoir,
Who shall redeem
her feverish essence?
born of contagion,
A sea shell strolling
along the seven seas,
Swaying along bitter waves,
Mesmerized of her allure,
An enchantment of her Sea,
Only to be entrapped by
her own imperfect beauty…
Forbidden memories of thee untold,
Why speak of the forgotten when
Lightning already stuck it down?
Yet, one reaction of neurons will
have it appear once more!
Enlightened as she unfolded,
To be who she were to be,
A taste of disdain in her
ever so bland,
A realm of once was,
now a light of
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….