capturing future memories through writing
Sundown writing
Burnt out living
Chimed up sayings
Polished crew
Eyes looped well
Packed up temptations
Lucky Lotto
Eleven goes the chapter
Sharing pennies
Stocking blue jams
Washing left overs
The circle of hustle
The gift of prayer
An end meets the ends of living
Slain pieces
Aspiring guns
Forgotten flights
Remembered shots
ejo, but can we stop the brutality
The holes in my cabinet do hurt
Blood on soil
Sahara sand
Heavenly dew
Rest; ever so light
Back to break
The lace of hatred
The spade of choice
Abundant for you
The festival is non-stop
Remember, you are alive to shout louder
Chanced to be blessed
Blessed to be earthed
Easy to drink off the forgotten show
The state when the mind resides
Through breath comes conception
The side of the risen.
The days we have come to know
The ends we have come to meet
The anger we have grown to recollect
Hunger is real
A gift to use
“The pain is harsh,” said the sun
Sahara burns hot
But, the people keep on walking
Your time in the day
Giving dreams from the rainy season
The pinky feelings
Cards of roses
Shoes of Dorothy
Flying to switch the left-over
A new start
“To stay and remain,” I say.
“You break, you pay,” she whispered.
The drop then liftoff
Hardened ground
The place none go to
The space in mind
The chair of peace
Alright and Calm
Accustomed to the descending height
The moment where the words flow
Like tears or merriness
The clicks of likes
The space of replies
You know
The crowd might be tightening
But,
The smiles here are bright
Your zone of endearment
The end is here
Redemption peeps
Nights of wasted right
The artist with a dream
After all the sins have been laid
The world becomes you
The ability to forgive
Rock bottom in direction
In Night, or out of prison
Forth cometh that soul you dreamt of
Never fear
The heart of gold has melted
All crashing
The crumbling of life
The failure of man
Searching higher
Always forgetting
The mellows of yellow
Painted like orange
A blast, too far
The smirk from those without tongues
End is coming, they say
Maybe for you, I say
A while ago, I write
The intoxicating stares from emerald
Just as the doctor ordered
Luxury from up high
The towers I mean
Water made pristine
Purified souls
Glorified meat
The burden of sacrifice
Excellence from drive-offs
The smokes brought forth
The carriage made of tender
Wall of fire
All that we lost, they found
All that I found, I spoke
All that was seen, I write
Entertainment, Political, Sports And World News .
The Political Imagination
Instigating a "Mental Revolution"
Unleashing the beauty of creativity
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
The Mystery, Motivation and Mastery of Life
Some of what I breathe out arrives here
keeping It 100 With You
Sometimes poetry gives you the voice
Poets bleed from the heart and soul
Daily Film & Screenplay Festivals in Toronto, New York City, Chicago & Los Angeles.
Director | Writer | Cinematographer
🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
A Frequent Blog of Devotionals Inspired by A Course in Miracles, A Course of Love, The Way of Mastery, Choose Only Love--Plus More . . . with Celia Hales - https://www.amazon.com/author/celiahales
