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Complain
Mary Jane
You whine and waiver and groan
Squawking and griping with a negative moan
Your disease ..
If you please
Was created by you
Whether it was a soul contract or by the vibrations which manifested your dark hue
Here’s a hint
It’s already in your cellular blueprint
Reality is just an illusion
But because you’re not thoroughly aligned it becomes a mystery of unpromising confusion
Instead
Proceed to thread
A rhythm of positive thinking
And begin shrinking
This pessimistic and depressing translation
Use a grander narration
Speak words of love
Ask for guidance from the heaven’s above
For it is where you came from
The belly of your mum
You still hold divine seeds of creation
Yet you choose to stay in troubled damnation
Believe it or not,
The universe has a plot
It’s showing you through your poverty, loneliness or even illness
Nothing has a stillness
For everything is in constant motion
The key to prosperity is only adjusting your emotion
It’s simple
Begin using your dimple
And smile
For a little while
Through laughter and feeling happy
It will eventually take you out of your crappy
Nonetheless, if you choose to stay right where you are
Your world will carve a deeper scar
Perhaps one day you’ll find your way
And understand that the secrets are hidden in child’s play
Meaning one has to let loose
Cutting off this noose
Allowing your innocence to run crazy
Taking the time to smell a fresh daisy
Flowers really do hold the magic
So stop looking at everything with a mind of tragic
Pluck those petals of hope
View vibrant colors through a different kaleidoscope
Inspire a new path to visualize
Without question.. god will unfold even a greater surprise

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[Brooding] Sometimes being a bride buying a bathing suit brings out the beast in a bitch. Bridegrooms, beaus and boyfriends beware. My best advice is to stay a bachelor and bequeath your ceremonial bash, grow a bold beard, then buy a big Benetti boat and navigate your life into the blue skies of becoming a billionaire beached playBoy. Rest assured, the borrowed baggage of emotional bankruptcy will birth her bi-polar behavior before your first baby boy is born. Eventually if she bears on with bad temperament it will blindly bruise, batter and perhaps blister your happiness of budding dreams. Borderline depression in a beautiful babe makes a girl bossy, as well as boldly being bawdy when she backstabs and blames you for her personal boredom. Leave her bulging butt behind and give your broad the boot. Bon Voyage and sail out to the Bahamas, Barbados or even Belize. Find a brazen blond or even a brunette bimbo in a bikini with a full breasted bosom and fraternize fondly in the form of boffing, but don’t besmirch with blunderingly befouled words. Life should be fun and bountiful, not burdened with a blood boiling bride-to-be who is bonkers and bosses everyone around like she’s in a battleground brigade with her bridesmaids. If you bravely wed, I bashfully offer you my bereavement. For you will soon find your body blazed bare in your own bed boozing down beer, or perhaps at a back street bar, drinking bottles of Beefeater or Bombay attempting to block out the blur of your brutal marital bliss. Blessings.

poetry in motion

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I have noticed that too many photographers and an over-abundant of models love to shoot in the nude. There is an over saturation of gaudy and fraud on the Internet when photographs feel they need to photograph women who are barely clothed or nothing at all. I see it way too often, where it gives an essence of cheapness, when that is all they do. A WOMAN is already beautiful when she is subtly revealed.. not cheapened or demeaned when she is in the bare. The beauty of her is deep within her sensuality of self, for she IS ALREADY POETRY in motion.

shoot with my muse Valentina, photo by Tek Le at the Hard Rock Suite in Vegas

ROYAL

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We never realize the lives we may touch
Perhaps thinking we aren’t valued that much
Many women honestly don’t believe they have this internal power
Because at times we are so delicate like a sensitive flower
One pluck of a petal
Can screw and mettle
Your emotional sensibility
People enjoy challenging our hidden vulnerability
It’s at those times we may shatter and fall flat to the ground
Hoping to be rescued and found
So lost
Depression comes at a cost
But the actual seed is already planted within your belly
When your knees are weak and feel like jelly
Each of us hold ROYAL blood
Wipe off that mud
You know, those times you have trouble getting up
Hiding behind your false smile as a cosmetic cover-up
Expand your feathered wings
Fly and triumphantly walk in the land of the Kings
Germinate
Create
Penetrate a force of growth
Sprout and take your oath
Your spiritual pledge of these phenomenal fated vows
Which roots within your chakras and flourishes a rouse
An allegiance with god
This sovereign deity which is clearly not fraud
I think we must unequivocally understand
Each destiny has already been planned
In addition, the soul has a very magical beat of manifestation
Energetically we can manipulate the vibrations of illumination
There are elements of divine beauty
But on the contrary, there’s this lodged booger called a cootie
It’s blaming or criticizing another person
From your internal worsen
Did you know that when you unmindfully judge
And mother frickin’ fudge
Deliberately twisting straight knots into a tangled mess
Due to your own conflicting distress
And furthermore, this contaminates your molecular atoms and pulsating cells
It’s like you purposely casted your own voodoo of bad spells
The repercussion of it all, is when your life continues to spiral and fatally crash
For the fact that you stupidly backstab and backlash
Alter your mindset
Terminating your habitual bad attitude of hollowed concept
Nothing is really reality
Once comprehended, the knowledge of it all will offer your 3rd eye a conscious tranquility
What I mean is that everything is an illusion
Unfortunately, for those unaligned.. well, this planet can be a bit of a confusion
And the phenomenon of it all, is that we are here for only one single test
You’ll have to figure out the rest
The plethoric journey is all about “love”
Where the answers reside in the heavens above
Our infinite galaxy is impossible to be controlled
Resistance to it all will show you obliteration as you attempt to forcefully mold
Fitting a circle into a square
The choices you make can literally scare
Cultivating this feeble foundation
For cracks, bruises and frustration
In the end, Mother Earth reveals to us what’s inside
And doesn’t want you to divide
Race, religion or creed
For a one-day you’ll most likely need..
A stranger’s hand
Extended to you without a demand
Showing you another way
Through your crooked sidewalk which you built in dismay
Sometimes it’s hard to stand straight on your own
When mortals foolishly throw a stone
With prosecution of critical thought
Leaving your confused mind in a dangerous wrought
The golden key is to fully block out and ignore
The repercussions of facing the opposite, is when retaliation becomes such a chore
My philosophy is to treat life with “no fucks given”
For I am artistically driven
A word of advice: “another person’s opinion matters not”
Towards your path’s plot
Whether it’s coming from family, friend or foe
Their aftermath of how they hastily think, is not worth your woe
Make your own road and dive deep
Be the black sheep
Buzz away from the loud crap
Design your own freelanced map
Put on your butterfly wings and diva pink crown
Smile and never frown
For the female is a warrior Queen
From the moment she steps away from anything that will demean
For me, when I open my eyes
Indeed I become more rhythmically wise
Harnessing the jeweled gifts we have inside
Is the solution to our happiness of abundant pride
Once we accept that we are not alone
We reign and shine on our own personal throne
It takes multiple forms of unforeseen catastrophe to get us there
Nonetheless, vanquish despair
Bad hardships we face is part of the preverbal contract
Don’t distract
Instead, brush off the unwanted dust
And begin to wholeheartedly trust
In this supremely angelic Source
Crystal stars of the universe have such a cosmic force
Reincarnation is not a lie
For one day your breath will vanish, but not die
You may have to do this all over again
Changing the world, not with anger or doubt.. but with zestful Zen

poem: ROYAL