Being What Feels Good

Today, in the wake of the moon and her ever-changing face,

I’m determined

To not be drained

Even in the face of the rain

Reigning over all the ideas I’ve ever had of being

Though it’s freeing,

Mystifying

Really

Really

I say so

So it’s so

Just one more fact, a part of the truth

I’m holding on

Too

To and fro

In my own head

Heart and Root

Lead me to The Throne

I’ve built a tomb for all my regrets

Buried it deep in my ribs

Piercing my spine

Like spokes on a wheel

I am what I want to feel

Let The Wall Hug You

I lay last night on the floor looking for some grace on this plane.

It was a heavy night, feeling isolated and invisible.

A vessel of life, I am.

I think.

Feelings are fleeting- at least the good ones.

All I could do was cry.

Reliving it, all I can do is allow the stream of tears to roll down my face.

In the middle of the dark night, I grabbed onto my shoulders and held for dear life.

I wasn’t going to give up on myself, even if the world had.

Even if my mother was dead.

Even if my father could care less if I lived or died.

I would not give up and retreat to the looming thoughts…

A vessel of life I am.

Even if I don’t see it, feel it, or believe it.

Feeding everything around me.

The glimmer in their eyes is enough to keep me above ground.

For now.

How do I breathe life into a vessel of life broken by life?

I won’t let go.

I won’t let go.

I won’t let go.

I won’t let go even if my father has.

Too much of him I guess I am.

In the darkest night of my life and all I can feel is like a burden.

Trying to shrink myself into oblivion.

Anything not to feel like this.

Whatever this is.

I won’t let go.

I won’t let go.

I won’t let go.

Even if the world does.

I won’t let go.

I see my smile in theirs.

That’s what keeps me above ground.

Last night, in the dark, I held onto my shoulders for dear life.

Til my knuckles cracked, and sweat dripped down my back.

I won’t let go.

Even if there are only my shoulders to hold onto.

Their smiles keep me above ground.

| Alpha

I come from the spirit of two young hearts, new to the concept of life

What all that meant

What it all could mean

 

There is no place strange to a soul conceived on the shore

In her first car

Her first time

Their last moment of strange

 

Unfamiliar lands inviting them to themselves

Together

For then

Forever

The fire that bore me

From the air

 

Signs

Pointing in so many directions

They chose Love

Where everywhere is home

 

For then

Forever

I come from their hearts

The flame they kindled with their hopes

 

Dreams of a life

That looked nothing like me

Here I stand in the land that their hearts designed

Hands outstretched to catch the rays of light they left behind

 

Home is where the heart is

I was conceived on the shores of the Clearwater Beach

Then carried up the coast to be delivered in Philly

Where I took my first breath and first steps

 

I found myself on the countryside of West Atco

Sitting in fields of dandelions, looking for ghosts

The wind at my back and under my feet

Plucking flowers and chasing tumbleweeds

 

My first best friend was a spider

With no name

Most folks call them Daddy Long Legs

Learned that long johns were called thermals

In the city, more troubles

Wondered why Momma wanted to move in the first place

 

Learned what it was like to not feel at home

For the first time

In the city where I was born

Found my soul mates in the same space

 

I could say I was partly raised

Partly crave the countryside some days

Most days feel like I’m getting by on a high tide

Praying the waves don’t crash too soon

 

Too cool

In the city

Everybody too cool

Quite frankly

 

WIth them fast cars and them stereos

I used to sleep like a baby in the stillness of the night

Now silence causes me plight

It’s heavy and don’t feel right

 

In the space where there ain’t nothing but lights

And sounds

When rest is needed

But stirring is abundant

 

There still ain’t enough to go around

For anyone

Ain’t no love

But I live in the heart

 

In the chamber, ready to discharge

With the wind beneath my wings

Soaked with soot and spit

Carrying my heart in a vice grip

 

Too cool in the city

So I set sights on the shore

My heart and spirit feel full

The sands dance at the sight of my feet

 

Bury my heart at home

In the sea

Where there is no stranger

Just friends who have yet to meet

 

Unfamiliar lands inviting them to themselves

Together

For then

Forever

The fire that bore me

From the air

 

That carries me, pushes me to the edge

A fairy on a ferry

Headed for the horizon

Drink the tide she ride in

 

On my feet

At the bottom of the sea

That bore the spirit that bore me

Home is nowhere and everywhere in between

To a soul like me

 

Home is sitting in fields of dandelions, looking for ghosts

The wind at my back and under my feet

Plucking flowers and chasing tumbleweeds

 

Walking through Beirut on a summer day

Cars whipping by with catcallers twice my age

Learning to be too cool

Just to make it through the haze

 

Smoke breeds more smoke

Too much air to tame the flame

Ignited and displaced

Internalized rage

 

Sitting in the heart of the city

Waiting in the chamber

Don’t want no smoke

Feeling the fire

 

What’s home with no mother?

What’s home with no father?

Unfamiliar lands inviting me to call them home

No place will do

 

But the shores that they came to

There’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

There’s no place like home

 

Everywhere and nowhere and all in between

 

Affirmation.oneday

I will not be consumed by

my disappointments

I will reinvent myself

As many times

As I see fit

One Day

At a Time

Affirmation.good

Thoughts travel faster than

the speed of light

I send what sits in my heart

Out

To guide the steps ahead.

True Love

By design.

Think good thoughts 

Think good thoughts

Think good thoughts

Good Thoughts

 

Affirmation .be

When I allow myself to be free,

my dreams, and the best of all,

for all,

can live.

When I am free,

my dreams, and the best of all,

for all,

can live.

When I am free,

my dreams, and the best of all,

for all,

live.

And it is in this

Moment

that I

remember

who I am

whom I love

and to truly

Be.

…Much is Tested

The scales you polish so much

Have failed you

Consumed by the beauty of the balance

Shifting your weight to keep up

With the glimmer

Dare to scuff

The scale

Wasn’t made to carry you

Shape your soles to bear your heart.

Feet stumble in passion.

She who carries Heart walks with Grace.

Praise

What would the world be without glory? The same thing it would be without pain.

Everything is relative.

However you want to slice it, we were all created to be here in the same place at the same time.

We must never allow ourselves to be guided or stopped by what anyone else is doing. We must never allow ourselves to be guided or stopped by what anyone else is doing. We must never allow ourselves to think we can only go so far because others are already there.

I didn’t choose to be here now

I never knew there was a choice

My majesty was borne out of the need for Love to thrive unconditionally.

So was yours

Rejoice in that.

Be grateful you are one of Love’s children,

one in a million,

among the many,

ones in millions,

living for Love.

And she goes hard for her kids.

Praise the hard times

Praise the easy ones

Plan for the worst

Strive for the best

Praise the hard times

Praise the easy ones

Love goes hard

For all her kids

When it’s hard

When it’s easy

It’s This One Thing: You deserve you, not your problems.

It takes a lot of courage to analyze your life.

In this world, you’re supposed to have it together, right now, all at once. If you don’t, you’re screwed. 

Success is not yours to claim.

And that success isn’t transmutable. It doesn’t come in every color under the sun. In fact, it’s governed by a white picket fence. There is no gradient.

That success doesn’t interest me at all. The shit I’ve seen in life, I’m happy to have a hot meal, a glass, some herb and good- if I’m lucky, live-music at the end of my day. 

At some point, it’s time to look at why it’s so important to get everything done right now

Why right now? 

My life is all screwed up. 

Really?

Tell me how. As a matter of fact, write down how much of your life is screwed up. 

Collect all of your thoughts and analyze your current situation. Concentrate on what areas of your life you need to rebuild. 

Learn to separate the different parts of your life that make you whole. 

Do not allow the temporary weakening of a specific part of your life affect the rest of who you are. 

  You are WAY MORE than your problems.

Let’s look at the definition of a problem: 

A matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful and needing to be dealt with or overcome.

Even if you have more than one problem at a time, your life is not over.

A problem is not greater than you. It is a tool used to rebuild and shape your path. 

…If you are working on it.

What? Some of us fall in love with our problems?

Yeah

There’s this one thing called romanticizing your problems. 

I used to romanticize my problems because I had no faith in myself. I believed that my problems were more resilient than I was and that it’d be useless trying to get rid of them. 

I began to identify with them, even make excuses for having them and fear letting go of the beasts I’d come to know. 

As the Stockholm syndrome commenced, I lost myself in my problems. I was bent and they were holding me up, I’d convinced myself. 

Expectations? What are those? 

I’d had standards and I hated myself for it. In my mind, my problems were bigger than me and I was being foolish in still wanting the things that I felt I deserved. 

You can’t get past your insecurities. Men only want confident women. No man will want you. Ever. 

Rational or irrational, my thoughts gave way to my problems. I was mentally unhealthy and it cost me a few relationships to realize I was in deep. 

I ain’t shit…

The cycle continued and the self-loathing became unbearable. Then one day I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror leading to the front door. I smiled and stood, regarding my face and shoulders. 

My late grandmother’s voice rang in my head, 

I watched you walk from 16th street all the way to the corner because I wanted to compliment  you on your walk. I said, “That young lady has great posture”. Then I said, “Oh that’s Kamila!”

That day in the mirror, replaying my grandma’s words in my head over and over again, I’d decided to break out of the hold my problems had over me. A graceful maiden with a full life and a big heart and a badddd walk could not be denied what she deserved most, her highest esteem.

One thing: You deserve more of your attention and esteem than your problems do. No matter how big they are.

“Life is like a puzzle. 

Sometimes the pieces fall apart, but they can be put back together. 

There are pieces from your parents and friends, pieces from people you like and from people you don’t like that make your life what it is. 

There are pieces from books, pieces of songs, and pieces of things that have happened to you. 

All the pieces of your life affect you, but THEY ARE NOT YOU.”

Remember that today and everyday. Problems are tools that, when worked on, sharpen the person you are and are becoming. 

Mine bow down to me. I’m always on the grind working on myself.

Essentially

 

 

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Writing isn’t this fairytale, La-La Land, hobby it’s made out to be, sometime. Not if it’s what you do to survive and stay in-tune with your inner voice. There are levels to this! There are those times, no matter how good of a writer you are, that you’ll doubt yourself. Replace doubt with determination.

I’m just letting you in my head for a minute. Cool?

I say none of this to you without saying it to myself, first.

You’ll probably think I’m bat-shit-crazy for sharing that I’m paranoid you’ll think I’m bat-shit-crazy.

Which makes me not-so-crazy after all, essentially.

I just want to get on with the writing, but I’m in my head, and look, you are too!

See?