Papa was like a magic trick more like an illusion/but even though physically he disappear I always felt him protruding/Nana taught me lessons so I was winning even after a facade of me losing/foster homes to juvenile delinquent, brother died I don't think my mental health is improving/he wasn't my biological papa but I remember the love that bud as we are in his cadalliac Fleetwood cruising/I'm a long way from the Brooklyn concrete jungle I'm on the other side California where crips and bloods leave you bruising/I shot a load that's my virginity shooting/blowing spinach that's my Popeye chugging Hennessey for resolutions/streets embedded what my pops should of done execution/ but as I mature an forgave only if your glands can taste my revolution.. God bless..I state and mean sincerely God bless.. I don't add that except anymore.. Because I want God to bless believers or non believers.. I Say Namaste because in my third eye I see no religion but God.. Love..Tranquility!Unification! Unconditional love but not hate..far from nieve but I refuse to let the cancerous greed and the ways of the world to deter me or any one in my loop fall Victim to blasphemy.. As we are not perfect we are Kings and Queens..Don't never let a serpernt trick you otherwise.. My Humanoid Family.. Embrace this Earth because trust and believe their is no other mother that can nurture us the way this Holy vessel does..oh yeah love you papa time💙🌎🎉👑🌷#igpoetry#igpoem#instagrampoetry#instagrampoets#poetjustice#poemporn#poetry#poeticjustice#poertyofinstagram#poetsofinstagram#poem#wrotethisforyou#writer#writersofinstagram#wordgasms#wordgasm#wordporn#lustpoetry#love4aqueen#love#herheartpoetry#insomnia
You will have a growing appreciation for life’s basic experiences: the pleasures of simple friendship, creating something, helping a person in need, reading a good book, laughing with someone you care about.
Sounds boring, doesn’t it? That’s because these things are ordinary. But maybe they’re ordinary for a reason: because they are what actually matters.”
I remember certain chickens threw dirt on my name/as if I'm the Messiah they want the lord to be hang/never cared about attire or what set they claim/always been the truth never needed to rep their gang/heavenly weeded until the dust of that Angel sang/yeah I did bids and from your ink I haven't read a thing/olive green fatigue I'm on my army scheme/hold the gun tight I done blown dudes out of them skinny jeans/face down ass up I thug out so called Kings gorgeous Queens/I'm from an era where you don't sleep on fiends/I'm from a nightmare where death is a cozy dream/eyes blackened panda with a Lionheart but the eagle completes my internal team/ while they thought I was defeated and lost I was just external let out a spritz of steam..#herheartpoetry !#igpoetry#igpoem#instagrampoets#instagrampoetry#poetjustice#poemporn#poeticjustice#wrotethisforyou#writersofinstagram#wordporn#wordgasm#lustpoetry#love4aqueen#love
And some days you wake up and find such beauty written by a beautiful soul .. I am honored by your words You are a most beautiful soul Thank You .. for my smile! you shine brightly king!!! sending you much love and light 😘😘❤️✨🙏🏻✨💫👑😘❤️Repost @fromdust2dawn ・・・
A Queen that was always a firebomb/an elegance from the winter storm/she could make a black Asiatic man spring into a uncle tom/medical tech that can prep me from this harm/a visual which would never ridicule more of an incubate for when the weakened pulsated transformed/from the garden administer and plant love so now my silhouette lamps strong/sipping on Merlot something smooth because these couples of days been made strong/as I laid in the currents of the bath capturing these bubbly songs/tomorrow will be another day when I prevail innocently be born/and no matter what my nightmares will bring my dreams will be stich together never broken and torn..@grow_my_garden_with_love