Love, this August

I love the skys I see these days;
Nearing end of summer.

A heavy year I’ve carried,
With greater dreams in tow.

With it all, I’m with the sky.
We’re changing every day.
I can’t-wait for-tomorrow,
And whatever comes my way.

Shared Skys

From my sky to yours.
Ain’t what it was.
I send my love.

We up above,
Yet down below,
We all get lost, like we don’t know.

We up above
Because we’ve been there;
A place we’ll always share.

So down below,
From my sky to yours,
I’m with you.

Rise up

Minimal
Chemicals.
Gunna give myself
The good stuff.
Tough enough
With my brain
With insane
At the edge;
Like a bubble
Where trouble
Slaps you
In the face
Where disgrace
Is a race
To forget.
Confused
We lose sight
Of the Light,
So we fight
In defense
To protect.
Erected
And projected
Are ideas,
Just thoughts
That we consume.

With costumes
We play a role,
And, explore
A finite space
In time…

So take this rhyme
As love.

Be filled;
Full with love
To the top
And break through.

Unbound.
Above and beyond the fight.

Stand
With love.
For love.

Tend to your pains
And the pains of others.

You needn’t disguise,
Or hide.
Rise
Up.

Our Walls, From Within

Things are as they are.
Notice your own responses/ reactions.
When you’re holding something against someone, let it go, and try an act of kindness towards that person.
When you decide you’re right, do you stop listening? If so, decide not to be right, but to listen and to be open minded. You may just hear something and learn something new.

Awareness of our own thoughts, perspectives, and behavior is critical if we are to grow and to evolve the best version of ourself.

We must notice the walls we put up, and decide to breathe and break through them.

Be Yourself

This about it.
It’s how you take it.
Is how you see it,
And step forward
Can’t ignore it.
Movin on.
And holdin on,
And Not.
What it is,
To you.
Ain’t to me.
Can’t see.
That I’m beyond you.
But, in reach,
So I teach.
Ain’t wrong.
Then it’s gone,
And won’t come back.
And, you’re seen
With lack of tact,
But the fact is
You’re hacked,
So you help
The way it is,
By the way you see his.
And, more than you take-in,
You ain’t fakin
What you make of this place,
Like a race
That won’t end,
After you move on.
Gone.
So you gotta leave it better
Than you found it.
Surrounded
You find it,
Reminded by what happened
Saddend,
Yet struck,
And compelled to duck
The way you are.
Far from how you perceive
They want you to be.
But you can only be yourself.

Disguised

So proud of himself,
Now that he’s with bone.
Lost on him
Is that he’s just as alone;

As he was without it,
The excitement will fade.
And, he’s left to consider
The way that he played.

Not considering others,
Beyond that they’re there;
A part of his world;
Guarded and bare.

A matter of Love,
Of peace, and of joy.
A thing among people;
not from a toy.