People want to be woke..
People aspire to be deep..
others wallow in ignorance.. There is a thin line between being “woke” (aware of the situations in your surrounding others take for granted) and being fake woke. Some are truly woke causing others to want to be woke but actually ending up being “fake woke” or ignorant.
To be woke is not a forced thing but rather more like an epiphany. Accessing your subconscious and paying attention to things you might have subconsciously overlooked; a deeper connection with ones self if self and subconscious are one. The truly woke ones are woke effortlessly and can easily be recognized by others unlike the “fake woke” who try to take common knowledge and add to it what isn’t there.
Dont force “woke”, let it happen. Some people are meant to be woke, and others are just meant to be woken.
He gazed upon her.. captivating, heart-melting beauty,
Her face radiating .. you could lose your sight forever;
the last image etched into your mind to have forever.
wondered to himself… “Masterpiece”
If Aphrodite ever took a human form.. he thought to himself,
“This must be her”
About to hit adulthood and the future is looking foggy; he has no idea how it’s going to turn out. Before he begins to worry about the future, he has to conquer his present puzzle; piece together himself to find out who he is. Before he can become that person, he has to discover first, who that person it.
Once you know yourself.. the world is your oyster, the world is yours.
The mind is a very powerful place.. a very flexible object.
An object that can be used to do a lot of good and equally cause great destruction.
Before anything is manifested in the world, it first germinates like a seed in the mind. What is this seed? An idea; a concept.. a mental impression
Once the idea has been planted, it is left to the bearer what becomes of such thought, they determine what grows from that seed. It could germinate to become a beautiful rose or.. you get the idea.
It sits there in the mind like a battery pack, fueling the following thoughts that come after. The idea becomes the foundation for more ideas, it becomes the pathway to more success or a free fall to abject failure.
Be careful of the ideas you entertain in your mind..
they could break you or better still, make you.
Shattered. Empty and lost/lust is how I feel. For the longest time I had a solid wall around my heart.
Nothing, no one could penetrate.. Until recently
Feelings and emotions I kept out are suddenly breaking through.. Crack by crack, one after the other, it’s all tumbling down. I find myself in a dilemma, Mixed emotions and shit. All meeting at this crossroads and its conflicting.
I never felt like this before. It’s a new experience, a different field. I’m starting to “feel” and I don’t know how I feel about that.
It’s deeper than deep, darker and lonelier than a dead person suddenly awakening in his cuffin. I’m screaming out for help but it falls on deaf ears.
I need to let it all out then build again. I need to pull it all down and pull it back up, but this time not alone.
Merry dark Christmas
A couple weekends ago; He left the house for the club on a Friday night.. And awoke in the hospital Saturday morning. You already know the night was “turnt” because He discovered He lost his keys and his phone was cracked. Luckily He still had his wallet; but all the money was gone. He though to himself “damn, what a good story this will make”. Apparently he had one-too-many drinks and was “unresponsive” (when really He just needed his bed). All pumped and excited to get discharged, He hopped off the bed and walked across the hallway, thanking Jah for his life as He passed about 8 rooms on the way to the restroom. All 8 rooms were filled with different sort of patients suffering from different sort of ailments. Some on life support machines, some had baskets of meds sitting next to their beds waiting for their turn, some just bare unconscious. His heart yearned out for their recovery,never in his life had seen this many variety of sick patients all at once and suddenly began tearing up. A femal doctor walks by, looks at him confused and asked “how may I help you?”… He replied “will you join me in a short prayer for these patients”.. She put on a forced grin and said to him sternly “No, I don’t think your prayers would help with anything” as she grabbed her bag and headed to clock out.
Does God listen when I pray? does he hear my heart when ℓ̊ whisper to him? When ℓ̊ whisper in my moments of sadness, happiness, joy, anger; in confused time about life and what to do and how to handle situations, does he whisper back to me but ℓ̊ don’t hear him? am ℓ̊ not listening? Is one soo caught up in the life of sin and worries and fears that he might have completely turned his back? ℓ̊ know He loves me; sinner or not, if ℓ̊ love him or not, his love is everlasting, but when one is knee deep in this life and it seems like you cant get out of it; when you’re loving it, a Godless life, a material life and end up fed up and lost.. do sinners pray?