Is it heavy lifting, Or lifting heavy, The struggle is real, Just moving along steady, Like I am ready to push, Carrying around this weight, Too much pounds on the body, Couldn’t make it out the gate, Always late, Mind fragile, It’s about to shake, I need to wash away these problem, Let’s meet soon down by the lake.
Here is the narrative, I gave in, I seen creativity, Creative things happening, Not in me, For I was always bussing, Letting off a verse or two, Never a curse, For I wanted to gift my experience points to others, Show them a few things they could do, For I can see their worth, Without waiting, I was on their ass, Debating and calculating, Angles and designs, How they can surpass industry insiders, For I definitely knew in time, They would be great, But I guess it wasn’t fate, For they were late, So I left to continue ahead of the pack, I always said I am growing, I am not the one to stay flat, But flat and standing is what they wanted back, Like I can’t convert my time, The time zone, The galaxy, Ain’t aligned like that, I could send messages, I hope they reach you right, So if you willing to fight, You will figure it out and be alright, So don’t sit there waiting, Talking to me like I wasn’t there, I am just not there right now, But you could reach me later, Don’t you give up right now, Cause you could be the one and pass me on the path, In no time, you will be on.
This poem is for all the people I tried to activate, and they never fully awake, so you kept me at the gate waiting and waiting, with all sorts of promises and never cashed in…Then time passes by and my life goes further as I knew it would, I am growing, at a steady rate, I knew it would, then they post up at my gate, and I am never home, they arrived late, hoping to this day, when will I ready to go back, but I am already far away, I can’t go back to offer the amazing things I did, my time, free services, those unconditional mentorship in which I had time to sit and have tea, I can only give you positive energy to get to the next level from a far, to get to where you wanted to be. So you have to suck it up, don’t feel sorry or be in disbelief, you got to walk this path alone bettering your self, just like me.
If love could kill, It will, To just be real, It heals, As it feels like spring, You rise outside, Sunlight, It’s bright, Heighten senses, Shades to block the rays, Than to be blind with no senses, Just in case, I want to see you, I want to compute, I would rather be laying on a beach, Than crawled up in a corner, My feet, Yoga pose, Twisted, Wanting to let go, Sending encouragement of hope, Unhappy you shall not be, Forgiveness with honesty, With good reason, Will see you blooming very soon, Maybe, Next season.
Where to go from here, This path leads to many locations, I need a light to help me, A bright one, Through this saturation, I just have wishes to guide me, And a little bit of luck, I hope no one blows out my candle but me, So I won’t end up stuck.
This poem is just a feeling of guidance and trying to find the right path. We sometimes have these hopes and wishes of good things happening and fear someone coming in and ruining it. You just trying to cut through the fat and the overcrowding of places and be you at the end of everything holding your candle shining bright.
Thanks for tuning into this series, “Peeping Through The Window” where we are looking outside at ourselves from the inside. We are through the motions of disbelief, frantic, and confusion. It is at certain moments we see relief and acceptance and figure out what’s our next play. What will be the next move to do after seeing what has been going on.