self-fulfilling prophecy: an autobiography

we are all prophecies living in the moments before it is fulfilled.

we create our destinies, our stories, our self-talk, our futures. we give life to everything we live through. this moment is the building block of every other moment to come. the embodiment of the infinite present moment. it is all we have. it is difficult to release and allow. it is overwhelming and deafening to sift through the talk of the mind and find the truth. the core.

relentless in my embodiment of self-deprecating thoughts

i constantly fight against the clock

is this what i want to be

are they all laughing at me

what will it take for me to see

beyond your perception

into the eternal mirror of perfection

in which i am reflected

the mirror of divinity

with which i have chosen to see

man its funny when your friends show their ass

bow down and moon ya, with so much class

people are rarely who they say they are

because words begin in the mind

which is already too far

from the kind

of connection required

to truly see why to form you,

the universe has conspired

i am a whirlwind of fear of anxiety of love of resilience. i bow to the essence, the ever-presence. close my eyes when i walk past you cause i don’t care what you look like. tired of seeing, looking for something with meaning. within my eyelids i see visions of the future, with which i become obsessed like the kama sutra. hold me close, let me kiss your toes. in search of another with which to dance freely to the sound of the thunder.

is the ocean blue? or is it just me?: on water

fluid is he who moves to the rhythym

rigid is he who clings to the rocks

as the waves flow

we learn to let go

for what was once at the shore

has now become obscure

somethings we will never get back

like the sunglasses in the atlantic

or the needle in the haystack

do not become frantic

as everything you love

begins to fade

for the superior man must rise above

and still give thanks he was made

train yourself to let go

of all you fear to lose

just surrender to the flow

and stop hittin the snooze

fluidity is our nature

impulsivity we must nurture

stagnation a result of a vulture like culture

where creativity and soul are the prey of the poacher

before we stood tall

water people were we

the true mermaids, estranged from the sea

without water we simply cannot be

water heals, cleanses and restores

freeze some and rub it where you’re sore

throw it on fire and watch the ashes fly

feel the droplets as they fall from the sky

rinse away the day

wash behind the ears

hear the waterfall roar

as it disintegrates your fears

a moonlit hue

envelopes the sea

is the ocean blue?

or is it just me?

the observer

the mind

the mind is like a child

spongey and scared

your consciousness is like the parent

eternally prepared

to life, the mind does retort

consciousness provides comfort

when your body and mind were conceived

at some point

your soul slid in between

do not be deceived you are not your mind, the birds or the bees

you are the everlasting breeze

the observer

the ease

wise as a serpent

gentle as a dove

beware of the current

always rise above

as above, so below

the clouds are tiny dancers

in their movements lie the answers

lose your mind

come to your senses

relax, unwind

clean those dirty lenses

life is a game of chance

to which we must learn to dance

you the mechanic

your mind the car

do not panic

and you will go far

look under the hood

rewire your brain

accept what is, forget what should

and divinely you’ll reign

a bird must learn to fly

a wolf must learn to hunt

do not be afraid to try

for to score you must first punt

afloat

The Life of Stardust.

just tryna stay afloat

what if i drown

and don’t make a sound

will anyone notice my silent cries

as i whisper my last goodbye

if i fall below the sea

will i arise a stronger version of me?

i think about life a lot

about death

how many times have you died?

felt the sweet caress of resuscitation,

beating inside your chest

i am an ocean

i swell and ebb

one with the flow,

don’t even hold my breath

flow so empty, makes me feel so deep

like i could fall forever

and never land on my feet

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