...from the vault

do not grow a wristbone daughter,
where your backbone ought to be. <3

(i found this. something i wrote in dec. how could i not share.)

i need to write all this stuff out. essentially create an outline for my life right now. organization makes living easier. i need to be prepared.

my worth has shifted. it no longer resides in the culture that surrounds me, but rather the entity's that are much closer to my heart.
as you mature your objectives shift. change is good.
so while image is something i still place value upon, my ability to help is much more valuable.
lets not forget this.

know yourself.
myself depends on feeling faithful & productive.
that wont come from the mall. or through the superficial acceptance of peers.
rather, it comes from preparation & progression.
wisdom, investments, creation -- these are priorities.
valuable ones. that expand and give room for something bigger.

Day 5 — Your dreams

this one could possibly get a bit intense.
as i am in a relentless place right now.
what are the point of dreams if you cant make them true.
no really, think about that. and the fact that there is a purpose for their existence.
then the question transitions, and it becomes not about whether or not dreams are real.
or can they come true,
...but are you the type of person that can make them happen?
why would you want to be anything less.

therefor dreams, you are not some distant wish, or unrealistic fantasy,
you are full of substance and content.
you have been tailored made to include my experiences,
and foresee my new position.
a vision, illustrating the future.
of what is to come.

&& dreams you are mine.
i feed and nurture you,
bring you out to play daily.
i treasure you, keep you close,
while letting you live.

i trust in you,
because you know, your existence depends on my progress.
together we are a duo. the divine replication of mobb deep, of the clipse, kurupt & daz, suga & quik. short & 40, of outkast and UGK.
im bun, your the pimp. everlasting. :)

i chose to write you today,
to inform you of your significance.
your realness.
for the doubt of the devil is being defeated constantly.
i see the power in your hope.

{there's no room for maybe in always. having hope is not foolish for love always perseveres.}

i want to thank you for being alive. 

for being so visible.

and completely attainable.

you are generous.

this is good. because i got some homies.

you let me include them.

since you are alive, you grow.

dreams, you have been growing since i could comprehend.

keep it up thuggin! :)

divine intervention

remember this day. this day in which you felt like this. this unrestrainable urge to type. to remember. to paste a bit of time on a post it note. yes, alcohol accompanied this. && for that i feel like some drunk stereotypical idea of a melodramatic writer, in an tainted environment.

i say tainted, because i am not your average writer. i am a christian first. a jesus filled individual who has daily conversations with our God. && God let me know today, that i can no (know) longer play the fence. i.e i know now. for sure. it is written. :)

these objections that i feel. these powerful feelings of doubt. smh. all caused by playing with those things on the other side. uhhhmm. there is a fence there for a reason.

so dominique was there all along to show me this as well.
why try so hard to hold on to things,
you obviously really wish to let go from.

weed is on my side.
recklessness is not.
let go of all recklessness.
we are moving on.
:)


p.s God has interrupted this reckless moment to bring us a valuable message. :)