The world slept, but I stayed awake with a fury… thoughts heavier than my eyelids, But the waves continued; fluent & perfectly parallel in their motions. Focused, the soul sails in-sync & with precession to Earth’s axis. Accessing these vibes, I transitioned. I pick the pen up. I open my journal, I let go. I belong to the ink now.
The things people hate, complain & get upset about the most are the things they really don’t understand. Expectations kill all momentum. You just have to trust that everything you deserve will come to you sooner or later. But remain faithful that it will come. I don’t think some people realize that you might just have had to sacrfice, suffer, unlearn. It’s a process. The express way at times seems nice, but when congested, drifting over to the scenic route might just bring you more peace than expected. Patience is then put into place, a form of true currency will always pay off.
What is that gives you life? What is it that creates the strength which powers your light? What is it that makes you feel that the world is yours? The passion. The vibes. The raw energy inside. Get it. Protect it. Let it guide you. For me, it’s my pen & journal. All I have in this world is my word & I plan on using it until I leave a path to the peace I’ve created through my years. Not everyone will like it. But it’s there. That’s all.
Calm, cool & collected. Perfect vibes resonate, impossible to interpret. Just please don’t drift in my lane when the flow is this potent. Anything is possible when the mind drifts off, the eyes sink low & the soul is slowly exposed. No going back, you wouldn’t want to. Set sail & let absolute lucidity take over. These are night vibes, the moon takes flight, the sails lift off & there you are. Exploring.
It’s dope seeing a woman realize the simple fact that she is a rarity in her own substance. That’s a Queen to me. These women are the best to direct your eyes, mind & vibe towards, when you as a man need an enhancement.
What’s the point if they don’t enhance you? Temporary satisfaction? That doesn’t fly with me & I need a co-pilot when my mind drifts off course. No surface mind around me. No woman that is ashamed to be wrong, make a mistake or willing to unlearn. No Queen that can’t handle the weight of her crown. Just a thought
We all have a desire. Open minds flow, with fluent potency when those perfectly aligned vibes arrive. No fear. The world is yours, whether a scholar, athlete or artist… even the public library educated get to ride the tide when the point breaks… dedication. Soul escalation, mind elevation… finding placement wherever your heart beats adjacent to the love for every breath taken. You cannot ground anything whose sole purpose is to fly.
By Bruce Davis
Creating & destroying at the same exact time. Art.
This delicate life, dominated by materialism and vanity addicts, the climb down is a long way up. So the light of hope created through my perception of what’s real, what’s right…. her… me. Two souls so powerful and heavily stitched to an ethereal world. Love so deep, I am able to breathe for her. Yet, so destructive and peaceful that I bathe in it’s calm before the inevitable storm arrives. Suspended in the air through light vibes, green rays and her eyes. The power is in her soul and then she lets me go….. soon my vision clears and I awake to all white. Machines to detect my pulse, bandages to wrap my wounds, recognizable faces stand and surround my bed. I remember. As my world faded in and out, I make out the words “hit-by-drunk-driver”. I now remember. She’s gone.
By B.Davis
Just thought I should write a piece I was feeling. Be safe out there.
Her love.. unconditional. But she’s been conditioned to always follow her vision.. even if I don’t fit in it. Expectations, are my new enemy. Soulful young queen on her pursuit to find her ultimate pleasure, even if it kills her. She balances me; exotic being, but her heart is never satisfied with the decadent lifestyle I provide for her, she craves more; pain she never feels, veins cold as ice; those full lips, warm my heart as they glide down my mind. Inside im alive; I open my eyes, she’s gone. Young sociopath on her way to study the highest degree of hendonism. Maybe I should get out of her way. Life with my twin flame. I wake up & breathe. Look over, see her. Love will be the death of me
– B.Davis
Show me your vulnerability. Help me, help you. Are you willing? Willing to learn, unlearn then relearn, constantly? Of course you are. Shallow world for our deep heart beats; but we dive in anyway, head then feet, soul and all. What repercussions? We’d do it over again. Our destination is our journey together. Feels like my past life and we’re just traveling again. So, when our vibes sync, just know, we’re feeling us again. Since finding refuge in those eyes of yours, I’ve built my world around our vision. All I ask is that you stay and show me your vulnerability.
– B.Davis
B'ing The Words 