Poetry

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Makes it hard for me to see. What actually is my reality.  

So I am trying to be God’s trustee. Paying more attention when He’s talking  to me.  

Through his language of omens and signs.  

That He specifically picked me from the vine. Transforming me into a fine  wine.  

And that I need to keep on walkin’ the line.  

Like newborns that die already knowing what we need to learn.  Those stripes I need to earn.  

To better myself. To teach someone else.  

Maybe that’s just my mild insanity. But I am okay with my mental instability.  Considering all that us poets carry around. A variety of truths by the pound.  

Prophets standing in the background. Documenting the lessons we have  found.  

Passing them around. Whether or not you like the sound.  

When the Higher Powers talk, sometimes you don’t listen.  

We have been chosen to provide you with lessons you are missin’.  They speak to you in a continual mannerism. Working with us in synchronism.  Slow down your everyday race. The world of silence is a whole ‘nother place.  Hold onto your ace. Save your grace. Believe in yourself, straight not laced.  Do not grieve. If you fail to achieve.  

The Universe will never deceive. Blessings you will receive.  Have faith that you are not supposed to know, Just Believe.  

Lady Pariah