Blending its way around my sight. It’s hiding, not wanting to be found, and not being visible. It’s a chameleon. Able to fit in the visual of those who come about. It knows that the sight can play tricks. It will play tricks. It will slay quick. It already has it’s eyes on a prize. Don’t freeze, don’t attack, just step back! Don’t tease, don’t slack, or become a snack..
One look and it’ll have you cold as stone. Second look will send chills down your bones.
The snake, it’s waiting for the broken. It can come in many different forms, so keep your third eye open.
I don’t want to hurt for someone’s sins.Envy will start war between brothers. Gluttony will take food from others. Lust will have one looking at another. Sloth may have one hiding under a cover. Wrath would tempt a war between lovers. Greed turns the truth undercover. Pride turns the lie into wonder.
Why does it matter what anyone does in their time? Believe me, to each their own. Just as long as it’s not causing harm. What’s it to some people? How is it affecting them? How is your effect going to change people’s affections?
Different scenes with a million and one beliefs, and yet, we’re living in blind action. A disconnected unity of factions. Is that the attraction?
In honor of “Throwback Thursday,” I wanted to share a picture that I hold dear to my heart. It’s a picture that I took with my mother and grandmother – two people that mean the world to me. Without these two, I wouldn’t be here now.
My mother, the woman who gave birth to me, and raised me to be the best man that I could be. My grandmother, the kindest woman I know, who gave birth to my mother, and is the most caring, humble, loving person, that I know. I love them from the moon and back!
They surprised me on my birthday, the day of this photograph, and took me out to eat. 💙 One of the best days of my life.
Ps- It’s not my birthday yet, I just love this photo! ❤️❤️🙏🏽
Making my harmonic heart skip a beat. You’re a melodic tune, rocking me off, my giant feet. Anyone dare look upon you, they’d be frozen by your beauty. It would be cliche’, to say, that you look like an angel. What does an angel really look like?
Instead, I’ll tell you the truth. If the aurora borealis had a home, it would be your beautiful, magnetic soul. A warm star during the day. The sun and moon child, who’s aura can move a Great Lake. You’re the bright light, lighting up, the darkened sight. Only you can make me see the powerful colors at night.