Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

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

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 ca

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

De Ja Vu My mind has never met you, But heart is so familiar with you, Like an accustomed sentimentality, I remember, just like each and every morning dew, Unexpected Concurrences are sometimes arranged by charismatic souls, long before physical entities meet, Rigorous connections that feels so familiar almost like a cadenced hue that gradually subdued gracefully, with elements, all while the heart beats on the same rhythm as both soul drum beats, Sometimes soul mates comes around just to serve a certain purpose only, Just to remind you that it’s ok to live blissfully, or be redirected to where you need to be, Different times, different paths collide, Mirrored minds, subsides While reality speaks and expose you to the meaningful flashes in life that’s more amplified, And yet I remain mystified, De Ja Vu My mind has never met you, But heart is so familiar with you, Like an accustomed sentimentality, I remember, just like each and every morning dew, Butterflie