My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, and not necessarily my reality; and that’s what is so beautiful about writing You can be who you want to be on any level and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be; or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don’t even think exist They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere My words are a reflection of my heart and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases, or me in the absolute right here My words exude positive intentions; my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections and reversed dejection and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul and temptations Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free They provide a medium of light and creativity A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be They reflect what I was before the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect according to divine order They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time because up until now, the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I carefully choose the format and the right place and time to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – of the abstract placements of verbs giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice connected to my words I am the originator of my own words I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained by the process by which I've placed my words