Stuffed symptoms


A feeling that life is in the same condition as my nasal passage.
Stuck and congested with no exit to relay the message.

Sometimes i just want to leave.
But anxiety attacks hold me so I cnt breathe.

Needing to find peace in my mind,
Space Martian having all space and no time.

I dont live for the minutes.
Just have to remove these thoughts called tenants.
If cleared, could new process be replenished.

Not a greed in stomach to feel.
No food from dinner left to seal.
Mind falling like the bananas shell or peel.

These air changes accumulate new moves or my body that are hard to explain.
New feelings I cnt seem to restrain.
This isnt the process of success I was built to maintain.
I dont know about this system I have to contain.

I am not myself.
Not that book I pick off the shelf.
Was told this stress would take my health.
But what medicine are you dispersing to help?

Stuffy symptoms correlate to the life that has overcome my brain.
From hot, humid days, to breezy nights of rain.
Dealing with mentalities in dark, isolated pain.

Theres more elements constructed to this stress.
Irritating, frustration from RLS…
Research the acronym and find out why I dont rest.

Stuffed Up.


Do you Need Me

I cant understand how I always am the one on speed dial of their lives.

Can I Get the break needed for self….. myself!

I cant hear myself over the conversing of the worlds problem!

Sometimes I just need my own peace and quiet! I need to be with Me. Myself & I.

When problems fall into others lives… I am the 911 call directed.

Behind My Eyes

What sight cant tell that my heart feels..
Never written the same words twice, is the image of true life into posts and notes.

I am a split image of my mother.. diferent from my sisters but of the same blood we are.

Not what I see in the mirror is a soul unfelt. Untouched to this earthly life that i was born to.

Sight reveals a broken spirit, open heart & trampled emotions. I am not supposed to feel… Life.

No explanation of thoughts, but unforsaken pain. Truth expressed and delivered for others to embrace, but I am not recieved.
Meaning not percieved or incorporated into their heads.

Brains not rotating the meanings I preach. Not expelled back into open ears.

Once preparing to conquer fears and take on challenges of life to perservere…. I do not see the winning contestant in front of me.

I have fallen, two feet behind the loser that beat the race for me.
Goals unaccomplished to my racing hands and mind. I have not prepared for this defeat.

Seeing the medals pass before my presence, I reach for the finish line and tumble to my knees. Laid down to my demise. I have lost. Myself.

Broken spirit, praying hands, wrapped to prayer beads… Deep prayer makes deeper thinking. Deeper thinking expells deeper feelings. Deeper feelings makes a broken heart release..


Behind My Eyes.

Days like today…

Listening to Window seat.. Ms. Badu… My Earthly Idol

Words of wisdom always encounter my mind and embrace my spirit.

Following my dreams and supporting my goals are like feeding my stomach and nurturing my bodily systems.

Universal Donor Is my blood, Constant calls from Red Cross make me feel the importance of life. What one persons life can do to save more than many! Posted on my license speaks Organ Donor.

I’ll give back when my life is over and done. No problem.

Badu: “I have some food for you!” “Food that you eat?” “No, food for thought!”

Just coming off the top of my head and expressing a lesson of the day.

Sittin still keeps you stagnant. Even on days off we can build and restore past misfourtunes.
Dont let your soul and success rest while your mind wanders and wonders.

How complain of no progress when you arent pushing your success… I Digress!
What are you doin for your life? or are you just living it?!? Think…

I set accomplishments to fulfill as future goals recieved. Same synonym but formed deeper to achieve the meaning. This is my life. My motivation.
Do you want to know?!? Dont guess. Just ask….. Me!

Artist of the Week… April 20, 2010

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Picking the Lint

As growth & age sets upon my locks.
Memories arise as the sun shines.
Almost 5 years to the evening of July 31st.
A misty night in New Orleans, I was 1-strand twisted into my element.
Felt anew life had grown around me on St. Charles.
The French Quarters embraced my life & time escaped in the events of the Junior Olympics.
I was in my youth.

Now we are grown, & that grown speaks for more than just age & time.
These years have built many lessons of strength & discipline to my soul.
A certain strength that doesnt speak for the bleached & processed of the world.
My natural makes me proud & that doesnt encourage shame of prejudice for the other crew. I can not speak for you.

5 years brings comments & compliments for the strand lines that stick out among the crowd.
There’s a beauty & essence that serenades the eyes of those watching.
Free flowing, fresh twisted natural browns.
Tints more multicolored than a box of dye can produce.
I am of Earth, Moon, Wind, & the Stars.
Natural by the womb & back by rebirth.

A mission of teachings that lectures cant note. This is practice making perfect imperfections.
I am who I am because of the lessons I taught to me.
No references, just research & enforce… Life into me.
A new spirit not drained by the chemical romance.
More than just diet for my stomach, my soul gets nourished.
Nutrition & vitamin D from my sunlight.
H2O from the Earths water to pour,
into my veins & pores.

In strength & wonder, i’ve built my exterior to match & coincide wth my interior.
Yet from this planet, I am not.
I am the supernatural light that shine from Neptune. I am a Star, behind the Sun.

Today I sit, gathering my thoughts, length from side to side, heated in warmth. Changing colors, changing mood.
Pulling strand by strand, examing my beauty, my purpose.
Picking the Lint.

Your Birds are Chirping

If my innerpersonal life was built for the world to see, hear & read about….
I would carry a camera around with me.

There wouldnt be any surprise or hidden secrets kept to myself.
But i dont live that way.

All truths that I tell are real, but I know when to shut up & not let the world question me & be able to see certain things that arent needed to be seen.

I cant give rules to others that choose to do so in their lives.

I can never be too proud as to boast about certain things. Some good & bad need to be kept behind those closed doors where others cant see.

If you choose not to speak on your sex life, dont speak on your emotional life. Chances are, the birds will start chirping about the distance between your birdcage.

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