Certified Journey

I’d rather take a short cut, but then my conscience creeps in and I feel my journey would be cut short. See, that’s the issue with finding yourself. There’s no magic wand that can waive reality, no magic carpet to float upon, reality and more reality. Are you up for the challenge? The more I…

Release Your Soul

There is a fear that lies within your soul, it is you. There is a freedom that lies within your soul, it is you.

Possession Possessed

Passion was once something I possessed then through my possession my grip grew faint.

The Cuervo Effect

Jose… Why do I reach for you when my soul’s dehydrated? Knowing I need to quench my thirst, I call your name. When others reject you, I sing your praises. I love you. You burn slow, but I’m still here. You challenge my existence and take me to new heights at dangerous depths, But from…

Gender-fied

On a quest to manifest my destiny, the stress in me has me questioning my life’s authenticity, so don’t judge me please and pardon me, if I rather chill in the garden with eve.

Weeping Willow

Lessons never hurt so good. Make me grow as a woman as I knew they would. Teach me what I need to know. Help me find the courage I needed to grow. Sometimes, I cry like a weeping willow. Tears fall in my pillow, I try hard not to let them go. Too much pride,…

Confessions Part 1 (The Realization)

I love money. There I said it. I love the finer things, exotic even. I have a need for speed, although there are those in need, my hunger bleeds for more. Penthouse style lofts, the finest wine, double time, yeah that’s me. I tried the whole minimalist thing, it worked, I woke, I gave, I…

Innocence

Her chuckle was precious. The very essence of a toddler’s joy. And in that moment, I gazed. The sky was a Melancholy blue. And I began to sink deeper into the present allowing life to wrap me like a blanket in the still of a brisk evening, isn’t it deceiving, believe me, I’m breathing.

Today in Princeton…

We dug for records today out in Princeton at the local shop. The smell still lingering at the entrance of my olfactory system is reminiscent of the 40s Jazz scene. Packs of Marlboro lights mixed with aged scotch, I basked in the glory of the past; then I glanced at you and smiled. Your physique…