death
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Steno Pad via Lauren “Nadi” Akins (a few from my pre-nuptial pen)
ArtEye, Creativity, Culture, LoveSteno Pad
Via:
Lauren “Nadi” Akins
Preface:
Prosper.
Goodness, good news, and good people:
May they come into your aura.
Magnetize beauty, power, creativity.
Bold–Courageous–All Around Square Biz
THE BEST
10-23-2013
Seedz of joy grow magnolia flowers yall mistake as my teeth.
Smile centered,
Anatomy diagonal to the dirt.
Sun spits rays,
Faster goes the merry-go-round.
Weird and strange.
My eyes wrinkle,
Cheeks become parentheses
With as much royalty as Rameses.
10-23-2013
come here,
let me.
be your.
life-sized centerfold.
8-10-2013
LAUREN OPINIONS
Something special in writing a book,
story or song,
to sustain the thought long enough
to feel and to meddle
with the possibility
soaking in the emotion
b/c mine are so passing, ephermal, and forgettable.
Getting my mind to stay in gear:
a great feat
-seeing as how I desire to be
planning out my career
Right Now.
Need to let myself stop feeling the need
to (get)
caught up.
And let old promise,
commitments, whatever
fly off with new wings
to see new life
as from this day forward.
The need to share ideas like water
in streams flows free.
Sleep is slipping her hands
around my waist and pulling me close to her.
I done spent the better part of the day
on a Scandal marathon with good food and catnaps:
unhaunted by tasks or to-do-lists,
a Saturday to just be.
Be flooded with a differing life pace and be sucked into a visual storybook.
When in his company 3-D is a place that’s calling my name over miles. I
love you.
I want the world so bad, friction is sandpaper on silk.
The Answer
Family, RetroStank, Self Esteem, Spirit and In-Spirit-ationThis is a Read-Aloud exercise.
A MUST READ-ALOUD EXERCISE:
A MUST READ-ALOUD EXERCISE:
Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
My grandmama taught me to meditate on Him. Repeating His name as she cleaned the kitchen, washed her dishes, and cooked the vegetables from her garden. She chanted His powerful name while she put the cornmeal back in the cabinet, and the milk and eggs back in the box.
The peace and the energy that gave her!
My grandmama was a witness wherever and whenever: at Brookshire’s, at Simmons Bank, at the Extension Office, at Ford Car Servicing. She was a little old Paul of Tarsis in terms of her fervency in spreading the Good News.
So I am obligated by her example to share who He is. Our Redeemer. The Master. Our Savior. Forever.
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. John 14: 6
I love the Lord. He IS ALWAYS there. In my darkest hour, I tried Him. When my grandmama died, I was eight months pregnant. It was about 10 pm when I found out. I laid across the sofa and called His name. I loved my grandmother. I lived with her in my youth and in young adulthood. I expected that she would meet her first great-grand. But He is your present help.
I’m still here. Ain’t wearing head-to-toe black everyday and crying all over myself, I trust Him.
Confess your sins, repent, and be baptized. He is waiting on you.
💗
R.S.
11 out of 22 poems for my king: Birthday Variety
Poems for my king: Birthday Variety, poetry.tingle
9-20-2012
A birth has been reported.