In the pursuit of this dream, it requires from you, a new habbit. A strong set of beliefs, and a granite willpower. As we venture into the year , who do you want to become,where do you see yourself,on which pedastal will you appoint yourself. Believer,dreamer,enthusiast. Use your skill. Turn your work into art and craft a new story for yourself. There is a myth, a lie that we tell ourselves. Yet I am learning, that a habbit becomes you. Who we are is a product of our habbits, in this new era, as new challenges arise, what habbits will you pick up.
Real wisdom, intelligence should leave an imprint. When you communicate you want to be remembered for not just how expansive your vocabulary is, but the density of the words impacting the soul of the listener. I was thinking today about greatness and the people we listen too, not the know it all’s, but those who have a snippet of our experiences. Those who can connect. Talk is cheap because time is so expensive and yet, it is a priceless thing some conversations. We wish we could rewind back in time and have them all over again, they are like song in our eardrums. We like the company of the person talking and the advice they give. The right conversation can sell a book, a brand, an album, an individual, so speak to yourself. Speak to all the bruised areas of your soul that cannot be cleansed by mild conversation. Talk to self esteem, self love, motivation fighting spirit,challenge denial. Speak to growth, and just keep on talking, spirit is listening, so you must speak. Speak rivers of positive productive change.
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It doesn’t matter what people say about you, it’s what you know about yourself to be true that counts. Low self esteem is a slanging match with one’s self. We claw ourselves down, because we have the ammunition of other people’s razor blade words, words that bleed out every core . Chain you to a new shadow, and sink you to a grave of self contempt. As an entrepreneur, a creative, an individual, as a self, you must love this self, you must affirm positivity to this mind. It is not your passenger, it is your driver, for it to steer you, you must respect it, bless it with new knowledge, connect it to people who have engaged with wisdom whose paths are growing, and excite it with new challenges. The mind loves challenges, your mind wants to show you your potential, but it must ease you into it, with goals, vision, and hunger. In the quiet times speak fire to become flesh, ideas waltz when they are given legs with actions, they parade themselves before you, triumphant, look what I’ve become, see my path, share my journey. Knowledge doesn’t just empower, it heals.
He watched as i took bold steps severing the ties from my former shadow, I was not afraid any more, i would march into glory, the serpent would not rattle my skin, i would canvas this place with joy and the dimples of my delight. For much had changed. I had become a woman now, i was not afraid of him. Augustus eyed me with two lazy brown eyes , he quirked a brow as he leaned over the table in the small cafeteria. I should have been with Mack, or Ezra, yet i was here with suspicious Augustus, who had a way of seeing me right underneath the skin. “He been beating you huh?”
“Yeah,”i confessed. he rubbed a swollen finger over my soft green eye. It was black around the lid, half the girls would kill to be in my shoes, “sometimes,” he spoke cooly, “we beat on ourselves also.”
Awake in an oblivion, a master to myself, a creative compass i need little else, but to see with the eyes, that can pierce through glass, move with abundance of moses staff, a mind that transcends moon sun and sky, a mind as a weapon a tool to fly, for when the world saunters to embrace what cannot be kept, i am way beyond your common sense, whats catered in boxes , or nursed with a smile, it may take me a while, it may take me a while, but i am infinity.
old thoughts that wear down,
Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop
For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine.
As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.
Divine timing, ecclesiastical faith , dare i wait,and summon with bait, calling with my creative song, those changes i required all along, a dream that never slumbers never sleeps, when i look at my reflection it sends me weak, for i am blessed in this skin, yet i still champion this need to win, a hungry lioness, with a bowl full of flesh not rotten morsels, that were hinged on a bet.
verse of the man, strong in his stride, i am your eve, worlds can go hide, dare they arise and look upon with contempt, with resentment, and lack common sense. For here we are, a tribe of two, evolving into fiction, turning to glue, something the eyes, they never did see, something to marvel at
something so free.
He planted upon me an ivory kiss, my mocha had not tasted a sweetness like this, whether a stroke of chocolate or tan, An ivory kiss from this foreign man, in the layers of a dream, slipping deep within my skin , embracing my thoughts, and compassing within.
Access denied to the fringes of fear, i see anger looming in your eyes, yet my strength does not hear you. All the troubled words, and the shriek from your lungs, a vocab once heard whilst you tainted worlds with your song. And yet i see Moons, stars , suns dance before my eyes, capture me with kisses, embed me in surprise. For o what a web you wove, as my soul it dove,for shelter.