I’m living in a circle full of creatives, the never-ending cycle of driven disciples, captive, forever adapting, into works of greatness, and works greater than the latter, concerned with everything above basic, the opposite of basic, the I am’s, with worlds in their eyes, too intuitive to miss the bullshit and the lies, turning the bullshit into art, passion burning, burning brighter than the flame you call yourself, “I’m lit”, their passion is lit, every inch of them, every bit, in this circle of never-ending passion, self-education, masters of self belief, visions from their third eyes, too intuitive to miss the bullshit and the lies, here lies the I am’s, cause I am, living in this circle full of creatives…come through.
How come you’re quick to question when they compliment you, “Who me? No that’s not true.” Like a compliment is open for investigation, like beauty, intelligence, are foreign in your navigation, better change the station, because it’s so easy for you to loathe yourself, instead of acknowledge the beauty of you that lies in another’s eyes, but you continue to look in surprise, debate, retaliate, on why receiving a compliment is not valid in your existence, did you forget that your existence is a compliment to earth, so stop reducing yourself to simplicity, you’re designed by the divinity, and you’re intertwined with the infinity. So next time they compliment you, look up, smile, say thank you, because your light is obvious in another’s eyes, you are light, and the sun shines bright from your eyes.
Writing my story, inviting guests, deciding best, whether to or whether not to, choose or test my kinda love, it’s sure or short of, many answers, looking in different directions, sections, teaching lessons, reaching younger hers, while I’m testing, whether to or whether not to, choose sirs, but I just keep stirring, visions getting clearer, or is it blurring, slurring words, coming home from dates, going to bed late, cause I’m thinking bout the words, writing my story, deciding whether guests are making homes, or just another name on my phone, I’m in the zone, best get some rest, let my dreams choose or test, my kinda love.
“It’s a jungle out there”, she said, staring into the sky, a story in her stare. They were the only words she said, yet her stare spoke all the words swimming in her head.
‘You’ve just got to choose which tree you want to hang from, or if you even want to hang on to the tree, my advice is to let it be, let go of every tree, and keep swinging through, keep swinging to, to your purpose. You know sometimes things get heavy, head gets heavy, hands are telling you to let go, let go of all the bad energy. Some of those trees might keep you captive, hold you back, you’ll find comfort, steering you away from your purpose, your energy will change, swinging through a different range, but stop, you have to keep swinging, you’ll hear the birds singing, singing from afar, telling you to come this far, guiding you to your purpose. So let it be, let go of that tree. You’ve just got to listen to your heart, follow that part, even when your head gets heavy, even when you’re trying to find the energy, keep swinging, the birds will keep singing, just keep swinging.’
“It’s a jungle out there”, she said, staring into the sky, a story in her stare.
I’ve been working towards my purpose, fulfilling myself, laughing at myself, I’m running my own circus. I’m so focused on my vision, I can’t help but make myself laugh, so focused I’m talking to myself, self affirmations, if I speak it, I believe it, I keep my vision clear to achieve it. Everything’s picking up, I’m lifting people up, their aura glows when I leave them, my aura glows when I leave them, I’m walking through a state of zen, finding peace everyday, my shine is owned by me, self belief on my terms, desiring and then acquiring. Blessings keep following me, expressing gratitude daily, faith in the I am, accepting the I am, self affirmations, if I speak it, I believe it, I keep my vision clear to achieve it.