Particular Ponderings

I find myself in the same repetitive cycle. Once again, the feeling of familiarity arises during the battle of hearts. I’m choosing a different path than the many I have previously walked. I can feel wishful thinking wiggling it’s eager way to the forefront of the future. However, to walk this particular path, I must focus on the faintest of steps with no destination in mind. Sort of a let go and let it be motto… I have never understood focusing on the moment until now. It is as if I have broken free. The peace and resonance of self love is solace. I struggle with the yearning to heal those I can see are broken, but now comes the time I must revive my soul. I will always lend the one hand and forever it will be there to help direct humanity to love, but the other hand must console me. I celebrate hope moment by moment and smile knowing it will construct what is meant to be.

✌🏼💛☯️

John 14:16-17

“And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever, even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you.”

Am I Found?

Just like that… I’m back,

I’m in the purple of the flame;

The all that’s not to blame.

You might have felt as though, you gave me the fame…

The safe part is behind that plaster you value; you still look lame.

Ha, Ha! If only you could feel it,

The righteousness of my kiss.

It is having a good heart that is bliss;

I’m sorry it’s public. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I’m sure you’re slightly pissed.

Untuck you’re shirt, you never did that before,

I’m sorry, I bet, slightly, it’s a bore.

I just hope it counts,

Your name sounds good just by the way my lips feel when I say the way it sounds.

The past is a mistake made by both of us, it weighs mounds;

I’m sorry if it is me that you think you found.

-Worn & Wrinkly

I can feel myself ripping at the seams,

Begging to walk about noticeably, frayed.

The truth is devastating.

I do not want to see, but I long for illusion.

After all, the destination remains the same, but only one comes with a smile.

It maybe temporary bliss, but I remain faithful to hope.

-KBJ

Love me one day, just don’t make it today…

As a present day drifter:  I am somewhat shattered and have taped myself back together by  risky decisions and  aspirations. The trickery of habitual roads has led me astray. My self discovery expedition has become pandemonium. My soul is full and drifting about in the energy of others, as a ship wreck full of diamonds, would slowly scatter about with every crash of ocean’s waves.

-KBJ

The Courtesy of Chaos

It is true that we live in the same situations until rise above them? It’s an internal hell of insanity. The soul yearns to be loved to a degree the fondness is manifested out feeble intentions. It’s something that happens at full tilt. It’s joyous and overly appropriate. A fondness developed by emotion without definition caresses our heartache and fear. It is something so needed that we question it, but take it to our hearts, as if it completes our being. Just as it is accepted, villainous energy tightly grips the humble future of it all….

Mr. Unannounced

Well, hello, Mr. Unexpected… Who are you and who sent you to open this door that I have yet to acknowledge? It is the unforeseen circumstances that our energy has danced in unison. The perfect brokenness inside of one another fitting together like puzzles pieces. It is the nervous feeling within that suggests we may cause more destruction than either of us deserve. Maybe if we just stand right here for a while it could be different. There is no need for the practice of love, for now. Your thoughtfulness is sticky and my freedom is determined. You should get to know the side of me that rebels before you go all in.

Dear, Beautiful Woman…

When the hurt never ceases,

Do not live in shame.

You are HIS masterpiece,

So rejoice in loves’ flame.

If you get the feeling of guilt,

Do not follow the Trail of Tears.

Pain can be comfortably rebuilt,

Instant aid only enables our fears.

Let your soul be the gladiator!

The internal battle you will win.

Let Karma be the mediator,

You just heal & mend.

KBJ

Edgy Ego’s

Your narcissistic ways,
Crash into me like waves.
Insanity created a maze,
Trapped in a manifesting daze.

You make it hard
I don’t want you to stay.
You make it hard.
It doesn’t have to be that way.
You make it hard.
It will haunt you someday.

A tightness grows inside,
Not in you, but in myself I must confide.
The tears rest on the lashes of my eyes,
Will fame make you feel alive?

You make it hard.
Telling the truth with lies.
You make it hard.
Please don’t open my eyes.
You make it hard .
No need to say goodbye.

How can your infamy save us all?
In seclusion, guilt will stand tall.
Being so high will make it hard to catch us if we fall.
Yesterday, we had it, everything! Do you not recall?

You make it hard.
Don’t go to far!
You make it hard.
We’ve just dealt the cards.
You make it hard.
Who are you behind the guitar?

Embrace the distance,
For I will inevitability fight the resistance.
Glory are your days of temperance?
Leave it to the past for remembrance.

Keep practicing, now you are learning…
While I have your attention let me explain the yearning.
I mean as much as you, this I can say with certainty.
Give it back, my love, I will cherish it for eternity.

You make it hard .
Let yourself be free…
Because I am through with you inside of me.

Crazy Loon

Vyvanse is vain.

We can all still see your pain.

If only you’d wrap that around your brain.

Your memories are making us insane!

Look in the mirror…

You will see fear!

Let me hold you dear;

Give me the wheel to steer.

We all love you so,
Where did you go?

Be yourself, we are the only ones who will know.

Something different from our usual show.

I hope I don’t offend you,

But excuses give me the flu.

Ramble is all that you do!

It’s okay, here, let US move…

Take it all over;

We expect no closure!
That game will make you a loner.

Deal us in on that game of poker.

-KBJ