Right place, Wrong Time

Running from the veracity

Feeling defeated,

Might be that’s Gods way of giving me the entity

That I always need, retreated

That masquerades me, all that I desire

Feels like the Arch Angels vibes transpires

It just happened to be at the foulest time imaginable

The wrong depiction, often gets miscalculated, eradicable

Things do always fall under the divine power

Frantically unprepared, by the hour

I'd do whatever it takes at the right time, beaming in higher frequence

Love is supposed to be found in the suitable dwelling in the time sequence

Teachings renovate into something of worth

Life interrupts, while other plans are unearth

Scorpius

A self-contained scorpion worries no one

Sometime it gets startled at its own tail in the shadow, so it hides under the warmest stone

Obscure and mysterious

Characteristics so delirious

We fixated on the serpent, so we overlooked the lethal sting

That’s why God created scorpions, deprived of wings

In adoration, be cautious

Because the venomous beast, can get you passionately nauseous

Its hollowing arm just loves to bite

If it’s captivated, more than likely you will find it in your bed at night

Absolute lover with a venomous heart

Possessive with power, thrill seeking is its art

Intriguing and able to see right into your soul

Paralyzed in love, misplaced self-control, Scorpio

Hypnotizing from a tight spot
Exquisitely laced
Synchronizing beauty to make time stop
Insecurity defaced
She exhales, gently, because she’s seized in place with just a whisper
Draped with embellished shawls, with her not recognizing her loveliness is deeper than that weight and waist shifter
Magnificence Masqueraded under the contours, eye shadows and wine colored lip stick
Her prettiness smothered underneath her skin, portraying a conjuring trick
The undesirables are pushed and tucked aside, posture perfectly straight
When she’s bare, she exaggeratedly counts her imperfections to feel the debilitating emotional state
 “God bless,” her diaphragm which is indeed less of her concern
She always longed for her desirability to be acknowledged and returned
Insecurities are bought to an end, underneath the wires, he recognized that her greatness derives directly from God
Never did he care less, because of those stretch marks and that little pudge in her midriff dips that she calls her flaws keep him in a fantasy awe
He said he love the sapphire lingerie, that she self-importantly displays
Her deep dyed melanin, without the Black Laced Corset

Lost & Found

A soul that is golden does not always glisten


Sometimes the eyes lies, just to make your heart listen


Sprouting as an individual in essence


And cognizance


Not until I am lost do I begin to comprehend my purpose


Enthusiastically allowing blessings to be rearranged, to live the life that is worth it


The faraway stars seems to always get too incisive and hardly ever get discovered


A lot of countless locks not enough keys outnumbered


During this journey I’ve come to myself, with a fixed diligence


Sometimes, what leads me off course is mystifying, prudence