Tag Archives: blogging

Snake

18 Replies

Blending its way around my sight. It’s hiding, not wanting to be found, and not being visible. It’s a chameleon. Able to fit in the visual of those who come about. It knows that the sight can play tricks. It will play tricks. It will slay quick. It already has it’s eyes on a prize. Don’t freeze, don’t attack, just step back! Don’t tease, don’t slack, or become a snack..

One look and it’ll have you cold as stone. Second look will send chills down your bones.

The snake, it’s waiting for the broken. It can come in many different forms, so keep your third eye open.

.

.

.

.

Unsplash

Fallen Angel

14 Replies

You might’ve fallen and almost given up. Yet, you didn’t. You held it down, and risen after every burial.

Facing the biggest challenges of your life. Looking at new obstacles with unforeseen sight. Unprepared and unknowing. Not ready, or not knowing..

Allowing what needs to be done. Allowing what wants to come.

Longing for divine. Longing for the sign.

Looking for comedy. Looking for philosophy.

Evolving from guidance. Evolving from science.

New flow to match the glow of your soul. New sight to compliment the height of your light.

Fallen, yet your wings continue to grow.

Push/Pull

6 Replies

How do you know if what you’re pushing is right, when you’re running on a line that’s pulling life?

The push of the light, pulls thy sight; though, there are many lights. Many options.

You can push down the dark funnel, but which light tunnel to pull through?

Maybe I should push through them all, though time could pull a different call.

The push and pull effect. The blue or red pill project.

Which calls should be pushed, when the only options don’t pull?

Trophies

12 Replies

Survival of the fittest, and the winners take all. Are we the winners? Looks like the tournament has ended, and the talking medals, have received the final call.

The shiny deeds that we win. Radiant embodiments dipped in skin. Objects that are covered in print. Prizes that are well spent. Hearts, with a touch of sin. Yearning shapes from within.

The plant next to you, holding your hand. Nature’s blessing and gift. The investment of square land. Cups that can’t be held apart. After the game, it’s a victory of hearts.

Trophies, rewards that we hold closely.

.

.

.

.

Unsplash

Differences

4 Replies

I don’t want to hurt for someone’s sins. Envy will start war between brothers. Gluttony will take food from others. Lust will have one looking at another. Sloth may have one hiding under a cover. Wrath would tempt a war between lovers. Greed turns the truth undercover. Pride turns the lie into wonder.

Why does it matter what anyone does in their time? Believe me, to each their own. Just as long as it’s not causing harm. What’s it to some people? How is it affecting them? How is your effect going to change people’s affections?

Different scenes with a million and one beliefs, and yet, we’re living in blind action. A disconnected unity of factions. Is that the attraction?

.

.

.

.

Unsplash

Random of the Day: Timing The Priming

13 Replies

A great week is here; it’s the first week, of the last month..in the year, and the end of a decade.

Woot, woot! Just wanted to share some pics from Instagram! Hope everyone is having a terrific day and an exciting week, so far! 🙂

This one hurt a little. Probably due to some of the decisions I’ve made. 😂🤷🏽‍♂️ Sometimes you just have to own up to it!

Just for laughs ❤️:

Loving You Is Easy ‘Cause You’re Beautiful

6 Replies

Making my harmonic heart skip a beat. You’re a melodic tune, rocking me off, my giant feet. Anyone dare look upon you, they’d be frozen by your beauty. It would be cliche’, to say, that you look like an angel. What does an angel really look like?

Instead, I’ll tell you the truth. If the aurora borealis had a home, it would be your beautiful, magnetic soul. A warm star during the day. The sun and moon child, who’s aura can move a Great Lake. You’re the bright light, lighting up, the darkened sight. Only you can make me see the powerful colors at night.

.

.

.

.

Unsplash