Beauty

Beauty I have seen you reign

Whether in joy

Or nursing your pain

You triumph through mines

A self that remains

Body on the hinges

And a mind that’s still sane

For the world would like

To drive you there

To draw you in

To roads which

Lead nowhere

Chariots arival

He said

He loved you

And covets you still

Wants to break you in pieces

And harness your will

For he splutters words

Like poison they reign

Words

That reflect

So much of his pain

Do not muddle yourself

In his fire

This being is a mess

His life is dire

Focus on being

An unstoppable thing

For you are

A Queen

An unstoppable being

Joyous Zen

Arise from the sadness, tattoo on your smile

Let it be signature

Resurrect your style, for the glimmer of hope

Will shine in your eyes

Like a coin

Let the world

Join your brigade

Of happy

Align with self

Others with pitchfork

Yet theres no one else

But you on your stage

This is your life

Be unafraid

Of your joyous zen

The womb baby

I uncurl myself from the weeping form this Womb baby in the shadow, 
whilst they circle pitch forks in the dark. 
I suck in my breath , 
ready to expel the fire of a new day,
 the song in my throat once turned into a whisper,
 my tongue jives eager to chorus with a new form.

The Gallant Man

With each prick of laughter, you turn your head away.

 Your attention has shifted now. The thorns have pricked you, like an electric current, have jerked and Spasmed jolting you into an unfamiliar reality. 

You do not like this terrain. You do not like those words which slide into bloodied sentences looking for casualty. 

You search my eyes, with your jewelled salt brown Gaze, it is an uneasy smile you prescribe, doctoring the rejection i feel. 

You tilt my chin up with your fingertip, and say in a baritone like warm chocolate steaming from mug, "i like different, different is good. You were enough."

Cinnamon on Tongue

Common Scents is Lost , 

when he speaks a poem from his lips , 

words like Caramel and butter melt  into the air,

 taste like cinnamon on tongue, sweet seduction, 

comfort me, for dare i sleep not having known your name.

Voice of Freedom

Freedom comes in a voice which bellows an endless truth,
Do not wrap me in your sorcery,
i have lain awake ,
Slaying demons in your shadow

Midnight Blue

Midnight to blue, what happened to you, sleek as a cat, i am dark too. An empress with my ancient braids, touch my skin be unafraid. Swallow the coffee complex on your tongue, cappucino skin theres no back to front.

Promise of potential

A promise of potential is what ive seen before, do i promise my potential and ne'er touch the floor, i hit the ground feet running, with many  of my quirks, and when i touch the moon
Thats when i'll go bezerk.

A marvel

I marvel at your kisses, awe at your touch, seek your warm embrace, love is not too much, for you are the spine, the vessel which channels the flame. A passionate elixir and when you speak my name, i am but song in your throat, a merry little tonic, an alcohol in your belly
 turning you to alcoholic.

Ivory Moon

An ivory moon, a purple sky, a wanderers song, i wonder why, i remain buoyant in your abundance,limbs oil beneath your glare, worlds become spectators, For they acknowledge
i am butter beneath your stare. Our youth, a jubilee, like pearls before a majestic throne.

Starlight and Moons

Of stars and moonlight
The glory become
Shimmering beneath a twilight sky,
a butterfly becomes thee,
Blessed with her wings
Which flap
For worlds
That orbit
this universe perhaps

Him

It was a crimson kiss that sent my blood pulsing, roaring, such spirit evangelising the electricity within my limbs. Glee swollen in my belly, each step like water to him, for when i touched his coffee skin, id melt before his touch, as his mouth would open releasing the flames of an everlasting love. The dialect like sparks of electricity, the passion of a song bird, the poem from his lips.

Band of Freedom

You are electric on the canvas, your soul a compass, striking a chord of creative mastery, injecting art, and fever into the magic of the world. Sing your song with buoyant jubilee for a marching band is coming, they aim to set you free.

Dragon Sun

Inches from the horizon, shadow you will be illuminescent, the chains around your ankle will fall to the side, shatter like icicles, be on the ground like moss. Inches from the horizon where a pregnant sun, waits before you, abundant in its love, shimmering such lucid colours of gold. Dance before each jewelled element, snake hips you are belly dancer, and you will swallow it like a dragon and breathe it before worlds.

Back to front world

Too many coats for too many skins, too much flesh which self are you in, are you the kite that soars up to the stars are you freedom from Jupiter to mars. Extending yourself elastic within the vastness of the sky, illuminating worlds, for self to travel by, exploding fireworks, skittles on the tongue, So many coats to put on , when the world is back to front.

Access denied from fear

Access denied to the fringes of fear, i see anger looming in your eyes, yet my strength does not hear you. All the troubled words, and the shriek from your lungs, a vocab once heard whilst you tainted worlds with your song. And yet i see Moons, stars , suns dance before my eyes, capture me with kisses, embed me in surprise. For o what a web you wove, as my soul it dove,for shelter.

Ivory Kiss

He planted upon me an ivory kiss, my mocha had not tasted a sweetness like this, whether a stroke of chocolate or tan, An ivory kiss from this foreign man, in the layers of a dream, slipping deep within my skin , embracing my thoughts, and compassing within.

Metamorphosis

Changing fiction, stripping bare, old thoughts that wear down, tired hare. Do i attempt to sprint , and run and hop, leap into my springtime, a buoyant bop,For winter can crucify the soul, each spear can pierce beyond control, the elixir of courage a fervent wine, delicious and heated around the limbs entwine. As i strive for my higher self, embracing healing and nothing else, soon enough i will run and skip and hop, for this dream i will never stop.

The habbits of a millionaire

Ever been given the pep talk that your habbits today define who you'll become tomorrow? How about those of us who crave that entrepreneurial status and the millionaire title, the busy bank account and the fast lifestyle? 

First of all who you become is a product of the habbits you consistently maintain what empowers you to embrace full self development, self growth and master a millenial mind.
What are the habbits that define a millionaire.

 Millionaires model other successful entrepreneurs. Their aim is to grow and develop themselves to the best of their potential . Whether its developing themselves through books, audio, film, engaging with an active community. Diverse education is the name of the game. Knowledge is empowerment, and wisdom acted upon is wealth. 

Millionaires create multiple streams of income, they always have a backup plan and a strategy. If one plan fails, there is another route to success, how do they do this? By exploring their options and building passive income.This way they are prepared for any economic unpredictability, the disadvantages of depending solely on a job to bring in capital, many of them have a stream of passive income, from loans, dividends from investments, capital gains, royalties, or rental income. Other types of multiple sources of income they have access too include starting a side business that doesn’t involve active work, such as running a website or selling information products.

They have a strict discipline and live on a budget. Although there are those who lets just face it 'are running out of pocket' that denounce saving. Many entrepreneurs manage their funds and capital with diligence, and a keen eye.

They set measurable attainable goals that they can stick too, this builds up their self esteem, and leaves room for more challenges to be completed.

They use their passive income not their necessary funds to splash out on their wants. 

They usually work for themselves.

They are patient leaders, they believe in playing the long game.