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Jupiter in Cancer has definitely been a high and low ride through the internal world. It was the necessary shake up the world didn’t ask for, but needed. There was — and still is — an emotional density that the collective carried due to the disruption and turbulence in their personal and public life, and in the world. There was a quiet storm that brewed into an emotional hurricane, effecting us individually and collectively. Jupiter shined a light and expanded what we needed

When a table sits still on a shiny wood floor, doesn’t it laugh at the dishes it holds, while chairs pull up beneath its belly on wandering feet. Then laughter erupts from the screws in its spine, holding its legs and platform in line as the smell of savory food Send clouds through the ethers, warming the room like a memory had. It knows its purpose. It doesn’t complain. Then come the dishes, shiny as polished leather, waiting to be dirtied by the food the table’s seen. But

The post stand alone In darkness waiting For chances to steal Ravage and savage The phantom froze From staged clones Silly races of Stale faces with frail placements Chalking statements Of racist vacant In rooms filled Of emergency room patients The wonders of fake payments Brushed across bond pages The arrangements of fated Encounters of grave spaces Inked by contracts on contact To compact throwing bombs back The call back of names Written in tall arrangements The

You ever stand in the face Of the grace of faith and purpose It can erase the hurt for certain Like lifting a curtain from over Weeping and screeching Screaming and reaching for that Hug you once needed It makes you sit with it all Fall to the ground and pound the floor Until the carpet clipping shave itself Underneath is the hard exterior Concrete with cracks like branches As if the trees resembled your pain Have you thought about the lessons Yelling in your ears from chee

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published Do you hear that? A voice rings out a cosmic phone through your inner ear, whispering joy, laced with success, as excitement draws near. The divine messengers are breaking through showing face in the signs you view. Synchronicities start to align, when numbers multiply crafting sacred rhymes. Can you hear them now? They’re raising their voices calling your soul to conscious choices. Connect your antenn

A city that never sleeps with cameras on every street Take a trip to Mondawmin Mall, ferry rides at the harbor, Lexington Market food quarters. Long walks to school, with no bus in sight. Either Dad dropped us off or our legs got a jump start on P.E. for life. Damn near late every other day. It was a hike or two felt like walking a 5K. Ain’t no joke in the heart of the city. Visits to the park near the airport's breeze. Value City for the Avirex jeans. Edited hip-hop CDs, PS1

Imagine two mirrors on a crash coarse colliding with each other To later realized they admired each other The reason they crashed is because it was a clash with glass uncovering the layers of the mask Then pick up the pieces and see the reflection You were the contestant gift wrapped and presented as a present After hard fought battles you recognized the lessons That’s why twin flames show each other their essence Without a question it is love that’s everlasting

Rain on the window pane It pours and nurtures It remains natural in it essence yet filled with toxins from planes Blasting pain onto it inhabitants A poor excuse from savages That averages symptoms That flood their mental Common sense as dull as a pencil If only they really used their utensil Will they be free to roam Or locked away within their home I wonder if we live under a dome?

It has definitely been an up and down journey However, I’ve learned a lot along the way Every failure was a lesson Stress became a blissing Hurt, pain, and trauma hardened my skin Through it all I kept a smile and a grin From cheek to chin This was the cost for me to ascend When I was lost I found myself from beginning to end The illusion was confusion gift wrapped as a sin My 33rd is when my true story begins There may be storms, but I’m the weather Whether or not I’m heav

Through the depths of my soul, there is a child unfulfilled. Afraid to escape the shadows clouding his path, suffering in the corner of silence. He uncovers his eyes with rain-showers of tears, begging to see the light again. Darkness siphon his weakness his strength, slowly fading away. In the distance, a ball of light spins. but fear keeps him taped to the floor of his mind’s mysteries. Curious, he lifts his right hand, sways his fingers through the haze. The smoke thins

Anger is an energy within It boils water and break barriers It disrupts the nerves and organs As if the temperature has risen From baked goods slow baking In an oven It engulfs the faults and haunts The soul locked away in a place Stationed on an island where water Waves wash shores where it storms The fire blazed the caves And knocks the mud from skin Opening up pores as if they were doors Melting cement from floors Sweating and wishing for a cool Breeze from the windows sn

A glare at a distance reflects a fragment of realities abundant in vivid visions of victory stares that translates life’s movie creating a lens projecting scripts The glory erupts passion picturing purpose of paint galleries and art exhibits Running races through thoughts Reminiscing patterned portraits The void cradles your wishes well It absorbs the orbs that floors your soul to wooden tiles with ears to hear With a door that never closes cracked open like grinded peppercor

A thought can be a Blissing or a blister Like a lighter with Sparks that flicker The thicker the thumb Strikes the metal wheel The barrel fills of gasses Expanding through filters And fillers the flame With nothing feeling the same The brain recollects Memories of fun and failure Which ever fills the errors and terrors Swirling the mystery of distant history Related to the parts of you Drained and tamed Rearranged the frame while Reorganizing the letters in your name Have you

My brother you are sacred The moment you doubted your power Your worth became forsaken Lost in the trenches of your mind The pistol you carry is a disgrace To the energy you carry within I double dare you to body The pain that kept you suffering It is an invitation to rewind And remind yourself that your worthy To feel and be loved by The feminine essence that dwells Within the well of your vessel Your heart breaks like a pretzel But your love is deeper Then the barrel of

The depths are calling commitment to the stand layering leverage in justice bold expression with contestants like game shows hosted by a reverend Stars singed to the heavens mystics and prophets pulling plugs from sockets retrogrades felt like shooting missiles at a rocket Respect rested in pockets while juggling strains of pain who worship the part of you left broken and insane Feel the whistle of the winds bending reality from sins late nights wrestling with gin’s Seagram's

When we think of what home means to us, we often think about the one we physically live in. The one where we have furniture, decor, electronics, beds, clothes, dishes, food, etc. But what about the home we have within ourselves. That sacred place where your mind, soul, and spirit reside. The essence that keeps you alive within this physical reality. Now I have a question for you. How often do we tend to our inner world? We already stretch ourselves in a lot of different direc

There is a force that rest dormant it informs you of regressions resting deep in an abyss it boils and grows like a cyst when it burst your truest essence exist The amount of bliss blistering blazes of boundless boundaries with layers of salad and salaries paying you attention to mention the dimensions fruitful enough to lead you into a world vegetated with abundance it runneth over with substance It bleeds and screams excellence the scars and wounds blistering through the

Have you ever been told or heard someone say that, “expressing your feelings and emotions was a sign of weakness.” I have and it made me wonder what was the reason behind it. When I was younger, I paid attention to how people expressed themselves. It never dawned on me, until I became an adult, why the men in my family hardly ever talked about their feelings. I would often hear about mundane topics like sports, cars, work, gossip, and etc. Not once in any of those conversatio

I envision heightened awareness within beings of righteousness, climbing beyond the lens of blinded eyes bound to sin. Once you realize December was deception a false turning of the year, where nature bore the weight of winter’s unseen harvest You will know: we survived the greatest battle, not by sword nor shield, but by the quiet brilliance within. They mirrored you. They belittled your wisdom, their crooked smiles hiding centuries of self hatred. Yet you carried on the wei

When we rise up in the early A.M. hours, the first face we usually see is our own or the people we love. We wash our face, brush our teeth, gargle mouth wash, and continue a routine by habit. Cycle after cycle, like wash, rinse, and repeat. But how often do we dedicate a few of those intentional minutes to ourselves beyond that routine? Prayer, affirmations, gratitude, and meditation are sacred practices worthy of our time, dedication, and presence. Yet we often find ourselve