Picking the Lint

As growth & age sets upon my locks.

Memories arise as the sun shines.

Almost 5 years to the evening of July 31st.

A misty night in New Orleans, I was 1-strand twisted into my element.

Felt anew life had grown around me on St. Charles.

The French Quarters embraced my life & time escaped in the events of the Junior Olympics.

I was in my youth.

Now we are grown, & that grown speaks for more than just age & time.

These years have built many lessons of strength & discipline to my soul.

A certain strength that doesnt speak for the bleached & processed of the world.

My natural makes me proud & that doesnt encourage shame of prejudice for the other crew. I can not speak for you.

5 years brings comments & compliments for the strand lines that stick out among the crowd.

There's a beauty & essence that serenades the eyes of those watching.

Free flowing, fresh twisted natural browns.

Tints more multicolored than a box of dye can produce.

I am of Earth, Moon, Wind, & the Stars.

Natural by the womb & back by rebirth.

A mission of teachings that lectures cant note. This is practice making perfect imperfections.

I am who I am because of the lessons I taught to me.

No references, just research & enforce... Life into me.

A new spirit not drained by the chemical romance.

More than just diet for my stomach, my soul gets nourished.

Nutrition & vitamin D from my sunlight.

H2O from the Earths water to pour,

into my veins & pores.

In strength & wonder, i've built my exterior to match & coincide wth my interior.

Yet from this planet, I am not.

I am the supernatural light that shine from Neptune. I am a Star, behind the Sun.

Today I sit, gathering my thoughts, length from side to side, heated in warmth. Changing colors, changing mood.

Pulling strand by strand, examing my beauty, my purpose.

Picking the Lint.

Your Birds are Chirping

If my innerpersonal life was built for the world to see, hear & read about....
I would carry a camera around with me.

There wouldnt be any surprise or hidden secrets kept to myself.
But i dont live that way.

All truths that I tell are real, but I know when to shut up & not let the world question me & be able to see certain things that arent needed to be seen.

I cant give rules to others that choose to do so in their lives.

I can never be too proud as to boast about certain things. Some good & bad need to be kept behind those closed doors where others cant see.

If you choose not to speak on your sex life, dont speak on your emotional life. Chances are, the birds will start chirping about the distance between your birdcage.

Truth Speak.....Date unknown

I leave understanding to every time I scratch my head, my brain wants to be felt; to be heard.

Sometimes I choose not to talk because words seem to get forgotten in the selective ears.
I understand what faults hold but I wont always says its mine and I don't choose to blame you.

No typing as I stay secluded but still try to catch my words as my mind spills them out.

If only my hands were fast enough.

I'm leaving some misunderstood feelings at the doorstep because he says he doesn't know anymore.

Letting his expression feed all over the Internet for the Blue Birds call.

I hold to the sun and watch my locks transform the golds, orange, and browns of my roots to tip.

Glasses off. No money, no phone, no ID, just me. Pencils paper and sketchpad to relay anything I feel.

I dont know what time it is but the weather reports sunshine and breeze of between 65-72 degrees.

Trying to get away, not for escape but for reasoning.

I need the thoughts to roll in but Im stuck on this foundation of landscape.

He feels silence surrounds this morning because he started off negatively from the night before.

Our differences are breaking us. Im not communicating to the world of whats wrong in my relationship because its not the worlds business.

What he feels is TOO important, is not really that important to me. Neither of our ways are going to work at once.

How do we fix it?

The things he thinks about are like shockwaves to me because I dont think so deeply about them.

No one ever really agrees on everything in life, and definitely not in relationships.

If I feel one way, just let me feel that way, and you feel your way.

I dont always have to speak on things being WRONG because I've grown dealing with so much, that silence helps me erase the drama.

Never saying that I dont care but sometimes shouldnt matter as much as people make them out to be...So BIG of a deal.

Forgetting the Expression

Sometimes we forget our meaning.

Meanings of life & why we are here.

Here to love & live in the moments that is given to us.

Moments that carry trials & tribulations that could sometimes mean error in our ways.

Errors dont always mean wrong & wrong doesnt always have to be fixed.

If trying to fix everything were possible then we would be in a perfect world.

This world wasnt made to be perfect. We arent perfect beings. Born by sin.

If forgiven for our sins, we are made whole again.

I'd rather be broken.

Left shattered & unfixed, imperfect & not proper.

Not a proper human to leave judgment on someone else & forget the own blame of yourself.

What's fair is fair, or left unfair, but dont leave the blame to the world if you cant learn to be the cause.