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Affirm Life Daily Original Poetry

God's Blueprint

It’s the law of the land, the seas, the heavens and everything in between,
The ether, the air, the dreamworld and all things unseen.
Weaving a moral code through the very fabric of life.
It’s essence light as a feather but its consequences cut like a knife.
The TRUTH of the matter is the Truth of matter,
Our mental creation; the dream within a dream.
Our unreal reality where not a thing is as it seems.
Anchored in Love, we try to peek through the veil.
Connected through Source, we prepare to set sail.
Navigating these unsteady waters with spiritual GPS.
Globally positioning sovereignty as our shadows confess.
From wading in the water, to walking on it.
From careless whispers, to talking on it.

We are ONE. A singular Source.
Fractals colliding, navigating, flowing through eternal time and space.
Racing to nowhere, it is ultimately Self we must face.
The Great Showdown, Nature vs. Man, take ten paces.
Then turn and aim, only to see the enemy has our own faces.
We are Nature. We are the Love we seek.
When the blindfold dissolves, the frightened magician shrieks.
Our true nature revealed. Our heart centers expand.
Instead of movies and music, it’s FREEDOM on Demand.
The Passion of the Christ Consciousness,
No more acting. Authenticity reigns supreme.
Stop in the name of Love and see the hue of your being.
Innerstand the Code, the Principles, the Truth unfiltered and raw.
I also like to call it God’s Blueprint AKA Natural Law.

The Source

I searched fiercely
As I saw trouble, chaos, darkness and judgment raging in the world

Just to find it was actually raging
in me.

Pedestrian Salvation

It doesn't need to be how it used to be.
I just need to accept the unrecognized beauty of what is.
I made a promise to my spirit
Better yet, my spirit is the promise
of renewal, of truth, of hope.
It doesn't need to be a fairytale...
Just my tale of a life lived, of love shared, a soul engaged.
The morning star accepted my proposition,
and the clouds retreated on command.
It doesn't need to be because of me.

It is me...

the Others

They willingly violate the sanctity
of the Human Trust.
They lust after your
thoughts
attention
body
soul.
Now I can tell Donny where the love went…
They consumed it
then expelled it as excrement.
They can paste your face onto the body of
any other being.
Seeing little to no value in the
God in you,
the part of you
that bears the unique epithet
of your soul.
Quantity of flesh
over quality of relationship
brings them to an uninspired climax
and eruption of detachment.
In opposition to spiritual attachment
they will never let you in
and are quick to see you out.
Their appetite for spiritual cannibalism
cannot be quenched
cannot be convinced
to spare your life.
So you best hold your life
in such high regard
they cannot reach it
and even if they seek it,
it will be impalpable
to the forked
tongue.

hope

fear can pin you in a box
so small
you can fit under the devil's thumb
i run through gracious fields
listening to the california blue bells and african daisies and blue flax
promise me that
yesterdays will haunt me no more
that the cancerous toxins
that poison my heart
will never reach my spirit
that the death and despair that own my dreams
will never take my rainbows
that the damage can be undone
that light has not abandoned me
that no pain is forever
and that even in the tiniest of boxes
there is still room
for hope

Gods and Monsters

There's this battle between
Gods and monsters you know
When I was a little girl
I always thought the monsters
were waiting for me under my bed
Until I realized they'd swarmed my body and
taken refuge in my head
But it's not so bad with the monsters in there
I can still primp my face and fix my hair
And act like them and work their jobs
And play their games and be their snobs
Eat their food and drink their drinks
But most importantly
think their think
And chase their dreams and forget my own
Only speak with my soul long distance by phone

The Gods didn't have a chance
Once the monsters set in
'Cause I can out run them and I can out wit them
I'll just wait right here...
'Cause I can also out sit them
I'll just convince them to give me 1st place
And eventually I'll be happy
Once I buy that car and get that job
and get back thin...
But this ain't a race
There's nothing to win
There's only you
There's only me
There's only passion
There's only free
There's only life
There's only will
There's only so much you can spill
before those monsters leave you empty
Searching high and low for... Alive
Forced to sleepwalk just to survive

Existing and living are such completely different things
And with that notion I disrobed
and Spread my wings

Bursting

See i wanted everything.
And i wanted that everything to be everything.
That's the thing.
The dream.
The obscene normality...
Humility: a formality.
If you're not everything,
You're nothing.
So i put something out there.
Didn't really care about the vibrations
Or my relations,
Just fed the limitations.
See that's the thing.
When you only dream inside
An imaginary bubble
All it can do is...

BURST.

BRAVA

I hollowed out my heart
So I could be a fierce competitor
in the realm of sensationalism, apathy and things
I willingly surrendered
I too bowed down to the machine
Propaganda can be so very comforting
Buried under the rubble of capitalism
My despondent soul still moans and sings
As I inexplicably applaud, while they clip my wings

The UnLearning

I became increasingly vexed
As slippery gargoyles
trample budding roses and
yellow day lilies

my ability to accept
this incongruent
concept
of unLearning
starts a centrifuge
as my doubt & insecurity
rise to the outer layer

as myth
as indiscretion
as celebrity
burns our
castles of Truth
and our havens of Knowledge
barbarians of mass production
bury our babies alive
and replace them
with drones
clones
built in memoriam to
Beauty

and now my lone voice
screams
into a vacuum of noise
that is so loud
it has demanded deafness of us all
the warriors of materialism
launch grenades and take aim
at the leafy green
vim
I've been tending in my modest little garden

surrounded by a trained army
of rehearsed chaos
I am backed into oblivion and isolation
all to ensure
that the
unLearning
may not begin

Hold On Me

Somethings got a hold on me
But what could it be?
The blatant mussel they put on the right to speak free
Or the covert money-grab happening right now
that David Blane would pay to see.
Or could it be
The venomous attack on womanhood itself.
Apparently robots and androgenous men can do what I do
as my divine femininity fades from world view.

I said somethings really got a hold on me
But what could it be?
The psy-op that I’m forced to watch
That they call the “news” parading on my TV
Or the misrepresentation and annihilation of every
leader, doctor, whistle-blower that tries to help me.
Or could it be
The absolute concrete seemingly impenetrable monopoly
that that .0001% of that top 1% has on me.
Or the fact that they probably own 99.9% of everything around me
from the pen that inked this, to the car I drive and the food I swallow.

It’s getting real hard to swallow,
when you look out onto a world that’s hollow
So for now I guess I’ll just
Unlike, unfriend & unfollow
Sink deep inside myself till tomorrow
Yes, somethings definitely got a hold on me.
Now it’s all up to me to wake up, get right and
GET FREE.

Lament

The world has made me feel suspicion when I just want to feel trust. Feel anxious when I want to feel calm. Feel terror when I want feel peace. Feel sick when I want to feel well. Feel dismantled when I want to feel whole.

The world destroyed me and I just let it.

Dope Man

The Dope Game?
It's on lock...
And not Master Lock
But class 3 Granite extreme security steel - 36 series lock,
Locked.
Gun cocked and firm at the back of my head,
so to speak.
'Cause they speak like if I don't take this drug I'm dead.

My guy he's a low level small bread, street cred, type of dealer.
I told him go back to school and get a masters and be a CEO type of dealer.
'Cause illicit and illegal ain't the thang
Legal and permissible is what They slang
And dang, now they bribing folks with weed
To take an experimental vaccine
With side effects like we have never seen
I swear this got to be some Sci-Fi horror shit
Made for the big screen
I mean in 2020 Pfizer vaccines made 42 billion
While the entire industry rakin’ in trillions
Yeah I’m in my feelin’s, but some agencies and watchdogs and big mouths
Actually carried the one and divided by ten
Then begin to realize that legal drugs is the real 4th leading cause of death in the U.S.
In fact, once upon a time
The Florida Medical Examiner's Commission came to find
that prescription drugs caused 3 times the deaths of ALL illegal drugs combined.

So never mind
That these Bosses
Make it, test it and sell it
That they bag it, bake and take it
right to the bank.
They trick us, scare us and compare us
Until we actually thank them for the pleasure of getting...
fucked.
While we stuck on silly thinkin' brothas run the dope game
Thinkin' that H and cocaine is what's hot
When Ambien and Zoloft is laid up and J'd up in the spot
Bayer and Merck got the government and the media and the masses
Mouth open under a spout of diversion and dispersion.
I mean when your power of coercion is so great
That you can make a commercial for an anti-depressant
with a possible side effect of suicide...
Of Suicide???
You have undeniably been anointed as King
I'm wide awake and still can't believe this ain't no dream.

I feel blindsided by either their brilliance or my stupidity.
The validity of this mess
Don't even come close to lookin' right.
When tonight about a seven brothers will be locked up on a drug charge for every 1 white.
And most for possession and despite a recession, black and whites use at a pretty even rate.
This state of affairs is a moral black hole.
They killing us and baiting us and fiscally raping us.
Well, I guess you would need a good prescription drug
to deal with all of that.

In fact...
I'll be right back, so you stay close
Just gotta grab some water so I can take my 8 o'clock dose.
'Cause I'm a victim too
So much like him and her and you.
I eat toxins and don't exercise.
I got esteem issues and breath pesticides.
So as long as he stays supplied
The Dope Man's driving
And we gone ride or we gone die
So class dismissed...
Now
Go
Get
High.

A Serious Problem

As his left hand went up,
Simultaneously so did mine.
As his right hand went down,
My right just fell in line.
As he alternated both hands rhythmically,
I began to dance.
As he moved both hands slowly up and down,
I walked lazily as if entranced.
As he jerked his hands upward,
I suddenly kissed the sky.
As he refrained from all movement,
I froze-- didn't move, didn't try.

In this moment of lifelessness
I became distraught thinking on things.
Then I realized there was a serious problem,
People don't have strings?

Cycle of Abuse

One can have the kind of abundance
That is so rich and so powerful
That you can become blind to it
Disavowing gratitude
And harboring disdain
Until the abundance you once had
No longer remains

Nirvana

I flirted incessantly as the sun disrobed.
Still too remiss to see how it glowed.
I am insane.
Yet the promise of arrant relief remains...
Hiding in the afterglow of the sunrise,
Burning so softly within the fireflies.
Surrounding me infinitely.
But I'm confined by mediocrity.

I run,
Again summoned by self doubt.
Until I realized I simply desired a way IN,
Not a way out.

Hide No Seek

I'm letting it get to me
To exist outside of labels
Is not the American way
So I attach to
the stigma
the judgment
the frivolous
the status
the quo
the envy
the ego
the classes
the people
the religion
the forbidden
the taboo
the culture
the lies
the hypocrisy
the empty sighs of relief
'Cause how in the world
Could I just let you be you
And you just let me be me?
Naw, that would be way too much like love
Way too much like free...
So I'll just hide from you
And you just hide from me

incomplete

the chemical peels and botox
the standard meds and electric shocks
the balances to the left of zero
the Cinderellas without the hero
the Jone’s infinite purchasing power
the anemic soil and acid shower
the iron shackles of capitalism
the constant in-breeding of cynicism
the cancerous spread of inadequacy
the uninspired flattery
the demand for juvenile depression
the unkept bed of indiscretion
the untimely death of brilliance
the loathsome reflection’s faithful resilience

changes my rubber soles to cinder blocks
changes my luscious mane to ragged locs

the swollen brown bellies
the expected infidelity
the pharmacy above my sink
the eroding link between you and i
the obligatory hello
the silent goodbye
the world that won’t meet me half way
the heart that stops over, but just won’t stay
the staggered theory of relativity
God’s growing passivity
the constant need for need
the voracious appetite for greed
the resentment masked in victory
the pleasure veiled in defeat
leaves me feeling quite abused
and undeniably…

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