We did this together. My sweet heart of past,
there is pain and darkness, there is work that can be done which gets me out of evil. It is the writing. Here I am!! Raw Sleep deprived, nutritionally deprived, Feeling better than before. Making a path through the darkness. Finding out secrets I already knew. New because they are mine. these secrets are mine
Starting a fresh
Open flood gates
Leaving the weak hearted weeping for the unknown to transform
How this started is more than what I currently understand. Or, how this ordeal wins , as I write, changing me, (transforming/awakening) . Make no mistake, the Universe has provided me with, yet another season of sprouts, marigolds and much more,,,,and it’s not even summer. Technicolor !!!
A flood of healing which amounts to a revelation already known character treats.
PIMP : A pimp can never be trusted. iN this case, ONLY IF YOU ARE A MAN
I see once again, I do not owe him anything. He informed me of that when I called in tears, just know, expressing my gratitude for his enduring me during my years of ‘using’. Nearly six years have passed with no attempt to contact. For obvious reason. One being, Pog is 25 years on me. If I had of stayed longer than I did, (We played house for 5 years) I would not be enjoying my life with justice for ALL!! ANYWAY
Mostly, if Pog hears from ME….there is something wrong. And to my understanding there IS.
My bro is likely in prisoned for life. My father and I are…..well, we are ???? Peacefull….yes peacefull. The emptiness I feel with my bro and father have been brewing since the begging.
I don,t know…..ask, Carl Young.
Pog is a man. A man with many talents. Our talk lasted 20-25 minutes. All the while Chad, was with me . With me all the way. From the moment I got the message from mutual friend that Pog suffered multiple strokes, total rehabilitation of speech, holding bowls. This guy is Pog, my sweetheart before Chad.
I am who I am because of my choices/ and I am proud to be living a sober life today. Thank you GOD
With his tone he slithered his tail up my skirt. No luck that I was wearing hosiery. He found his way between my legs with heat of a diamond back basking on a hot summer day. I natural looking to Chad, for he has been with me (No secrets), he felt the energy turn from Fatherly Role to: PIMP!!
Pod asked me if I was FAT!!
Wouldn’t he like to know…..HA. The type of girl I am, I would like to tell him all about it. This character, whom I call ‘Roxy’, is saved by her Knight in Glorified Union w/ my Newly Realized Blessed Life . AMEN
The ordeal to overcome has a unique key which yields to an open heart, till then, floods rush
emotions expelled like unwanted water in a drown victim
Look in the depth, where the hiden eyes revealing itself in the abstract clues of the universe