Perception

She leaned on her friend
on a hot summer night,
she didn't want to go
because the last time she
went out, it wasn't a good night.
Her friend what a good friend pushed,
helped her pick out  an outfit, made her
feel special. The woman was beautiful but
she couldn't see. Her friend envied her
looks but she couldn't see, all she could
see was her flaws, but her friend saw a person
 that enthralled with her speech, hypnotized
with her beauty, walked with a strut, flipped her
hair with pride and a stance that was suicide: it was killer.
Dressed in their best, dolled up, perfume loud
it lingered as they walked through the piss stained
city, the wind carried their perfume and covered up
the shit stains, opened up new pathways in the
brains of the disdain and lingered between the
buildings, wrapped around the block and
spewed into the streets...

They owned the night,
heels clacking, arms locked,
sun glasses on at night...the
insecure friend leans over and
says, "I'm not comfortable, I can't see."
Her friend replied, "girl, just follow my lead.
A few guys flirt, some just stare, then some
girls walked by saying, "They look ridiculous
wearing sun glasses at night" the two wearing sun glasses
at night turned around, the insecure girl says, "
I'm blind, however I can see you ladies are ugly"
She removes the glasses only for them to see, she
can't see...

Is it future humans or ghost?

I do believe ghost, spirits, angels, whatever you call them to be real. I do believe spirits get trapped between dimensions for whatever reason and they sometimes through message can influence the decisions we make in life; however, it’s time for mankind to start believing in man again. I completely understand the dislike towards mankind because we humans do some really stupid things; we make mistakes. I can never judge a man unless I’ve walked a mile in his shoes is what rings in my head. I have judged a man before and this probably won’t be my last because I am human; however, I can’t lose hope in mankind. The mistakes we make, that’s our successes. I believe our spirits, angels, ghost whatever you want to call them, sends us messages and we choose to receive them and we choose to make that action. The message may be a bad one but a bad message could be making way for someone to do really good; it’s a war between bad and good in the cosmos.

            I believe we have the power to choose our own future, to see the future. In some sense, you have to ask what is the future? We know it’s an unknown time that’s ahead or is it? I want you to think about it like this, while we are in this shell, everything has to be in a solid in order for us to know it’s real. We have to touch, see, feel, hear, or taste to know it’s real. Usually when we imagine things, we say it’s not real because it’s in our head but for us to imagine it, it has to be real, some combination has allowed you to dream up or think a thought. For example, if you’re hungry and you say you want a burger, that burger at the current time isn’t real, you can imagine it’s real because you know it is but it’s not in your hands so technically it’s not real. How do we shape our future? Well, and I could be wrong but that burger you asked for started as a thought, thought is nothing but an energy, inside this meat shell we posses, is a spirit, an energy, and our thoughts portray that. Once thought is born, its projects out into the universe through sound if you speak it into existence; vibration if you keep it as a thought. Once it’s out there, its starts to create an environment for you to obtain what you’re asking for. So if you want a burger, there’s a lot of things that may come with that because before you were asking for that burger, you might’ve been asking for love, you may have had some negative thoughts, you may have been asking for money, tons of things you may have been thinking before you thought about that burger will play out in this environment. The same day you get that burger, you might meet the love of your life. In order for that to happen, the universe needed to create an environment; a way for you to meet her/him.

            I wanted to quit smoking. Every time I lit up a cigarette, I would always drop my cigarette, or I would lose my pack, or everyone at the bar would bum off me, something would happen; but every time I lit up, my thought in the back of mind was I want to quit. It could’ve been my future self, my own energy traveling back in time,to knock the cigarette out of the hand of the March version of me,  the current me of today August 14th, made quitting happen with help from my Angels. Energy goes first, what you put out moves faster, so one’s positive energy creates days, months, years in advance, once that time arrives is when it takes solid form: the present. =)  In some sense, mankind is their own ghost because we have energy we put out…think about it like lightning and thunder, our energy is the lightning, thunder is our five senses, the human form. You understand what I’m saying? Last week’s thoughts become today’s reality; we can predict the future based on our thoughts.

Pharaoh reincarnated

My clothes normal, in life I
take orders, everything
about me is average but I,
I am still royalty. I'm attracted
to such beautiful and lavish
things, but my money doesn't
allow me to spend, I'm attracted
to women who want men that can
take care for them but my position
will not let me, but I, I am still royalty.
My manners say otherwise, my taste
in clothes, my scents are loud and can
fill a room, my inner royalty laughs at the
outlandish, but inside, I dread because I
know those days are dead...

For me to come back to life, with much knowledge,
to be ahead, to know I am Pharaoh
and ruled the world, to see people still
gravel at my legendary history while I work
a 9-5 in this life is humbling but I, I am still
royalty...The Gods have punished me for
being arrogant in my past, so in todays
world people mock me and laugh, I bow
my head not out of shame...for they don't know what
the next life holds...out of anger I lash and
curse the sky,
they hear me praying,
they hear me cry, but I'm
paying for my sins, I'm in
debt...Whenever something
seems right, things I can
fix, the Gods bless someone
else with my gifts...I'm
not hear to be lavish they
said, we will take care of
you they said...

This is not your
past, our message
is your present they
said...man is in a dark
age, you ruled the world
when it was in a golden
age, a time when royalty,
rich, and humble stood in the
same sentence...Today's world
is ran by greed, hate, and arrogance,
something you are familiar with...
your eyes are fresh, your wisdom
inexhaustible, your power natural,
your leadership superb, you are
Pharaoh, you have walked among
us, we have kissed you on the lips
and created your life from our spit,
you are of me, I am not of you....
humble pharaoh...let people know
your profound knowledge...The
message in their DNA...3,3,3,3
rrtnd, reqw, ttzay-ggn3, 3,3nc,
3,3nd...you know the message...

Written 7/21/15

Gods at War

To be atheist means
I don't believe in myself,
to be atheist means I don't
believe in you...I've lost
trust in mankind, so I've
lost trust in myself, if I make
sense and I'm common,
how come I don't trust man,
how come I don't trust the
common knowledge? I don't
follow religion nor do I think
its wrong, I don't chastise
those who choose to praise
God...the creator he made,
the creator she saves, the
creator has made mistakes...
but those mistakes is our fate,
a stumble that still came out
perfect as if it was meant...we
were made in his image, we
speak what we want into
existence that why spells
are seen as evil, but spells
are nothing but speech, its
how we feel when we
speak, words can be
flat but our voice can be
deep.

I can't be atheist
because I believe
in myself but I don't
understand when I choose
you change, when I'm
comfortable you bring pain,
when at war you seem timid,
when we war all the heavens
feel it, the earth feels it when we
strike, we don't draw blood we shed
tears, we inflict internal pain but pain is
growth, for us to grow closer...we don't like
our skin tones so we war with each other, but
don't realize we're all mixed, we all mix,
and a mix becomes one, at one is at peace,
so to war with each other will quickly decrease...
we use colors to separate but to be the same we
agree, but we needed to evolve into
different races so we could go to war and see...we
are God, not the creator....