So recently I’ve been going through my social media accounts and deleting the few I had or just deleting friends. As the year matures I’ve noticed that so should I. With growth comes responsibility and with responsibility comes action. I am grateful that I am no longer the person I once was, and the people in my life should be those who reflect the person I am now. Birds of a feather right? I believe change is good and I believe it is for the better. With that being said I challenge you to also clean out the dirty laundry of toxic people who have no place in your current life. Til next time… xoxo


Can’t Sleep…

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It was nights like this when I’d write. Bloodshot eyes, whiskey on my breath, and a joint in the hand to help me relax. I’m also typing this with my right hand. A few mistakes but well worth the few puffs I get in before the fire dies out. It’s 3:51 in the mornin’. I miss him like the heavens miss a fallen angel. You feel bad for it up until a certain point. The cats are fed and the dog is filled with poo. Can’t sleep, what am I to do? I made a mistake and prepared for the best, but in my own interest. This joint is working its voodoo. I’m tired now. Goodnight. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.


You are amazingly beautiful inside and out.

You are the perfect man women dream about.

Your charming good looks and welcoming smile

Opened the door of my heart and stayed awhile.

Your charisma and attention to detail make you one of a kind.

A modern man with old fashion taste make you purely divine.

A special rare one of a kind gem, they don’t make anymore.

Any woman who has lost you, didn’t know what she had in store.

Pardon My Excuses

Pardon my excuses, results of damage, post abuses.

I spent my last dime chasing that fast high.

 My conscience, a goody two shoes.
Constant battle, bad temper, short fuse.
There’s more than what meets the eye.
Years of issue wrapped up nice.
Closed eyes grant instant escape.
Temporary fix, short getaway.


The girls got a knife in her hand.

Just waiting while she sits, thinks, and ponders her plan.

Taking her life away she makes March 10th her very last day.

Missing out on her dreams and her plans, for a breakup over a silly young man.

He didn’t want her for her beautiful charm or the bracelet she would wear on her arm.

Not thinking she’d be devastated by this, in a soon moment she would be dearly missed.

Slitting her wrist just to get a taste of the pain.

She cries thinking she’s the one to blame.

All of a sudden she hears a knock at the door

“Go away!” She yells. As they knock on some more.

“Just give me a minute I’ll be out real soon.”

The clock was ticking to her approaching doom.

She takes four rounds to the head.

Stabs herself, falls near the side of her bed.

Looks unconscious, but she’s only dead.

None of her friends knew where her future lead.

She didn’t leave a letter, just a simple note.

Yeah it was real painful to read what she wrote.

“Never treat people like this, because you never know when they’ll be truly missed.”


Single-heartedly driven

no cure for it prescription.

Out of my mind,

mentally challenged,

but daily persistence.

My universe is different

no Einstein but gifted.

Decipher genetic code,

in my blood it’s imprinted.

Crucify the wicked,

all sin judged, no different.

We throw stones

claiming we’re the

righteously living.

My downfalls forgiven,

clean slate brand new vision.

Fighting not to survive

but to feel more alive.

Art of Perfection, What are we living for? Our Struggle to Greatness…

Daily I’m finding ways to challenge myself for more. When I start feeling comfortable with the way things are going I feel the need to create chaos. Why does life always feel like a race? Constantly we strive for perfection because the world says perfection is happiness. You need a good paying job to make more money so you can live in a huge mansion and drive a luxury car. That’s what life is about and that’s what’s going to make us happy. Right? We are flawed beings and that’s what makes us human. This never ending race for the “superficial happy life” is wearing me out. As I become more self-aware and honest with myself I am noticing that this concept of time is a limiting belief. We get so caught up in the future and what we want in the long run that we miss the present. I’m learning to live in the now and enjoy each day. Growing up in a very religious household played a big part on my journey to greatness. As a Christian I was taught that how we lived on earth determined whether we go to heaven or hell when we die. Knowing that my eternal fate depended upon the way I lived, I kept my focus on doing everything right  so I would go to heaven. I was living my life in fear  and not really living because I needed to be this perfect Christian. Now I know that isn’t the case. God wants us to live in the present and focus on today. He isn’t this disciplinarian who only sees black and white. How I live my life now will shape my future. This struggle for greatness is nothing more than an illusion that distracts us from the present. We need to get comfortable with being comfortable. I hope this message leaves you well and that you all get what you want out of life.