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Leading is found when one doesn’t give chase, the balance flows naturally, from a solid base. Built to stand, needing no brace, when out-of-alignment, it steadies its place. The cost doesn’t matter, it’s not what’s remembered, it’s linking each Soul, until they’re membered. Straining through pain, is what is rendered, leading are the qualities, of being fully centered. Talk is not needed,…

My inner world, reads the inner world of others, observing their gestures, my cognition discovers. By witnessing the sequence, I remove the covers, behavior is predictable, as my awareness hovers. Feelings get decoded, into actual thoughts, tracing them back, is connecting the dots. Pictures get painted, depending on the pots, the plant within, either grows or rots. Frequency processing,…

I watch words fly by, studying the position, energy doesn’t lie; it’s one’s cognition. What goes on inside, leaves an emission, by reading the deflections, it points out suspicion. The dance is the same, when moving and grooving, ducking and dodging, with victim stance accusing. When the ends don’t meet, it becomes confusing, speak on the matter, and the cycles start oozing. Pattern for…

My whole life people tried to extinguish my fire, a road with no guidance, a Ronin for hire. Decisions carrying weight, walking the wire, crucial were the outcomes, when facing the dire. No rope to save, no hand to clasp, love was a memory, already lapsed. Harnessed in the forge, now able to grasp, rebuilding from the pieces, after it all collapsed. I was cast away, left for the dead, it…

Every avenue I took, was a hit against the wall, joining this family, tested my gall. Disapproval could be seen, by watching the small, the details spelled out, it’s a free-for-all. Both sides of parenting, I made stand tall, speaking Truth to the fire, will make one brawl. Posture shows intent, and when I took a fall, I was denied, and I will remember that call. When I got married, the…

I was an over explainer, always trying to show, the knowledge within, yet it dampens my glow. Putting water to fire, blow-after-blow, no matter the hill, I was ready to go. Now my silence is heavy, filling a room, they know I watch, but don’t consume. I see their ploys, from their plume, but I don’t partake, I am just a groom. My title is my muzzle, speaking to the void, instead of…

Be weary of the Domores, when they start knocking, insatiable appetites, when they start rocking. Delegation central, in a conniver talking, waiting for the moment, to cash-in on their stalking. They always want more, with nothing to apply, energy goes elsewhere, leaving the doormat dry. Keep up the effort, the limit is the sky, when it comes to their end, it’s always, I’ll try. The world…

There are different versions of me, living in other people’s minds, who never look beneath, staying comfortable with the rinds. Afraid of their self, and what searching finds, don’t cross my path, for I remove the blinds. Confident in my ability, of reading a Soul, watching their behavior, as they scroll. Unaware that I am watching, considered a troll, speaking Truth in the dark, a real…

Discernment is a skill that tips the scales, while generalizations blanket, covering the details, It takes awareness, when following the trails, in the minuteness, one removes the veils. It’s the small dots, that connect to one, imagery building, from the thoughts that are spun. The procedural breakdowns, within everyone, the cognitive functioning, of how the brain is run. Some are…

In a world full of smoke, I am clarity, not looking to a group but possessing rarity. Never following the norm or chasing popularity, just giving away my wisdom, all for charity. My knowledge is free, yet the drain still circles, a bunch of claimers, as head poking turtles. Never up to speed, tripping on the hurdles, if they would just read, their aura hits purples. Higher vibrations,…

Anger is a ball, bound by emotions, a clustering effect, loud with explosions. Outward triggers are the potions, to the internal realm, that brews commotions. Releasing the pressure, is learning the spin, how the patterns connect to the shadow within. The subconscious gives sway, when pulling the pin, the pressurized contents, flow out of the skin. Energy outbursts, in all…

I read through patterns, revealing the cycles, feeling for one’s pulse, receiving their vitals. Looking past their shell, and all the titles, spotlighting one’s Spirit, with the power of Michaels. Archangels surround me, sent as messengers, whispering in my ear, when I am close to predators. Equipped with the ability, of reading the metaphors, hearing God’s voice, when viewing my…

The cost of love is loyalty, and one must tender, an open flow of giving, come pain or splendor. The data doesn’t matter, the job is to render, loyal to the cost, as a giver, not a spender. Love causes obscurity to the actual return, the warmness in one’s heart, looks past the burn. Giving becomes empty, until the tables turn, upping the cost, through every churn. I give freely, knowing…

My strength derived out of extreme loss, one learns themselves, when stuck in the moss. Death leaves a scar, that the pressure will emboss, the Spirit dies or learns to cross. My scars run deep, since a child, severe in nature, far from mild. Exposing the wounds, I am looked at wild, my family structure, I was exiled. Beat by a man, with alcohol on the belt, no daddy to come save me,…

My most honest expressions come in these ballads, described with precision, being fed as salads. A grouping of thoughts, from a formed callous, taking processed data and designing a palace. Great to keep around, when answers are needed, but when searching for the reciprocal, it’s impeaded. My words get read, but the dough isn’t kneaded. failing to rise, my words aren’t…

Signal to signal is how we relay, learning to interrupt from the display. Intentions derive, giving actions a say, a frequency language, that the mind will convey. Two Souls interconnecting, or a way to subscribe, they way it ripples out, imagery will describe. Words are not needed to internally transcribe, one connects the feeling, straight to the vibe. The symmetry produced, is a…

I keep it moving, because who really listens? no to respond but viewing how it glistens. Reading my facets, comes with conditions, one must be willing to let go, of faulty positions. If I am to lead, then what I say matters, not through corrections, but within its splatters. The writings on the wall, are actual platters, of everything I am chewing, watching who scatters. My words hold…