Author & Poetically Speaking with ArtWord on a wave
Conclave conviction with infinite space
The essence of taste
Lyrical paradigm of pain
Phasing in and out of stanzas
To haiku the means
Screaming how you do me
Trying to clear myself
Worshipping the moments I go in
Like I am hypnotically
Transitioning well
On these waves I vibe
Concrete words when I speak heavy I end up dropping the mic….
Thanks for the inspiration Benard…
-hearttress
Give me my peace please
Solitude breathing relief
Shadows off my feet
Suggest I carry a heavy load without bags I keeep
Folding deep tucked into my intuitions
I been hinting, every single moment
I let in the venting, thru me
Rant wildly as I the trim away the lies
Despise none, I am the beautiful mind
I don’t mind perplexing
The flex in an ego
Low and behold
The truth became my hero
Releasing every question lingering
Dangling over their actions
Yes fuck it up
I will allow it!!!
Now I’m crafting
Every move made
Pond or duck which way
Wild goose
Head chopped off, running wild
Crash and burn but not on me
Stressing the word
Wombman and they’re laughing at me
Never listened
Lost ends that still bow to me
Open depiction
On how my crown fits me
Every jewel, a halo of my wise movements
Directing with my words more than I been moving
Checkmate, a lioness will feast!
Flipping flaws and auras
Attracting beings
Meditation leveled up
Hearing me, I spoke to my god
Highest priestess,
Consistently improving my aura, my space, coming clean….
The dirtying beast!
-Hearttress11-10-18
Yesterday, I got up got ready to work like all other days. Started working and all of a sudden, I am being let go due to lack of needs. Just like that unemployed but not shocked. Didnt I see this coming with the reduced hours throughout the entire month. Not realizing CVS closing stores would effect my job. How didnt I listen to my gut and try harder to find another job.
I immediately applied for other positions and recieved a good amount of responses back. I just couldnt bring myself to respond, like what if the same thing happens. Then there is the part of me that just chants fight. Do the soul searching you were going to do the day before you knew about this.
My intentions the day before this happened was to find me and what I really want and stop including love or my relationship and consider being selfish. Drink more water and leave out the alcohol. At a glimpse it seems easy and it is. I erased social media from my phone and I only function on sites that promote my art and thoughts. So I hang on to a few site along with LinkedIn, which is more professional and I am focusing on me. A woman of so many talents and still none discovered or appreciated. How do I get back to me before children and love? How do I become selfish. I have to cleanse my body from social media, alcohol, and one day meet. So I read, clear into the night. My current book is the autobiography of Assata Shakur and I am running through it as of i am in her shoes.
The book interesting but depressed me more, makes me realize how much hell I bought these seven children into but I’m proud they’re handling themselves well for four children with their Dad imprisoned, my fiftth’s dad come to find out thru his current girlfriend he’s been caught naked with other men, and my last two happy and still worry free, not old enough to know just soaking up their surroundings. My first four make me proud. Their father has over 12 children, (in which all but two while he was with me) and out of all of them, they seem to lead them in some strange way. However we love thousands of miles from there, I couldnt bring my children up in a town I’d come to view as a circus because of what I allowed to happen to me for love. So much to reflect on and I can only type so fast.
However, the cleanse is allowing to face life, still not to interested in television I watch movies here and there when I have time.
I went and picked up plants for the house and concrete to make modern artistic flower pots. I am just touching on some of what I do but the list is long.
Do I really have time to be cleanse? Yes…the mornings and nights in solitude I sharpen my logic on things and remind myself to drink water when I think alcohol will fix my pain..
Everytime I feel stressed out I think I need a drink when really I’m just making a excuse. Although I was no alcoholic, I definitely had a beer or two almost every night. I’m walking up on day two and I said fuck beer, give me vodka.
So yes I drink last night. Just cause I had to cook..when I cook i like to drink. It helps me mellow out and get it done. Yes and i am a great cook as well..even Thought about selling dinners..so this cleanse is good but failed but will prevail.
Small circles form as I breath
inside-out…
suffocating my energy,
hold my nose and mouth.
Walking thru foul thoughts and feelings of my peers,
doubting my self for years,
never crediting the vibe…I feel…
Hearing disturbing thoughts whenever they come around.
Does it change me, no it influences me,
possessing me in the moment, fooling my character into cater to their feelings.
disturbing thoughts, I thought were my own til I began to speak,
they’re enlightened and shocked…consistent in their thoughts.
I move forward…now I know it wasn’t me.
I can feel it, quiet in the conversation, taking in everything.
Blessing of a curse,
pain deeper than reason,
destiny at it’s worst
building ways to me to take, as I learn how to give.
Heal a heart for the love of it,
all truth…so pure.
Defeating the passage of pain seen lost.
Saw the beauty in my triumph made me strong,
I closed my eyes to flow at the mouth.
Every thing from the heart, no lies, no doubt.
Saw who I was as I feared,
born to lead, more than enough responsibility to teal.
Took one step at a time til an opinion no longer mattered…
just the beating of my feet, running at my dreams,
vibe, straight forward, eyes beaming at fear…burning the vision out “what if”, doesn’t matter!
Left the light too bight, I blinded them,to stay in the dark
lurking as black shadows…
I fed the pain in my art…
a beautiful death to misery, I recycled bitter thoughts.
Danced a loft, lotus living in oil, impossible impressions in awe…
a beautiful heart….
By: Hafina Jones
“Realistic Life”
In the dark is the best time to shine bright,
as is above so is below…
I just want you to get me right,
my life shines in the dark, and just look dirty in the white.
Got a evil twist to my lingo, .
I came to darken no one’s perspective,
but to give you the light…
Beauty held plenty captive in an evil eye,
lived by the blind’s cry,
Felt the pain of the ugly, the same inside,
Dwelling sane, only in the mirror of her own eyes,
captivating clear ink, swept away by the back of thee index finger,
no one to point at this time…
Spirits linger in her presents,
answers to the right now,
no past nor future robs the only moment in life.
Spiting out the confessions of evil thoughts of her adversary’s vibes
she so confident,
knowing but doubts herself to remain zombie like.
designed to survive the heavens and hell, never side!
No one knows, I would never tell who I am,
all I have is right now…
a real life, carpe diem till I die!
9-10-12
Pulling on vibes like an aroma in the air,
transforming visions to mist mixed feelings,
closing my eyes with second thought,
Making sure my heart is in…
Moving slower than I think,
Doing more than I dream.
Opening up faith like a new flower blossoming…
Fear got me shiftless, I’m universail…good for everything.
Focused enough to know my worth before my stress,
Born this way.
I believe I am as I think…I know…ONE!
I get to the feeling before I attack the problem, this is heart!
By: Heartress
October 13th, 2011
Give me six years ago, here it is…
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moon shines bright in the pupil, pulling from the skies..in an instant get lost in the pain of another’s cries!
Buried deep in the heart of a blink…transitions from the tears of a dry eye.
Staring clean into destiny without a blink ..knowing before doubt invades the mind.
Wonderful
wonder full intent…content in my eyes.
-hearttress
Author & Poetically Speaking with Art