Saturday, August 2, 2025

Chaotic

an image of a light African American, She is standing looking inside a house with four people—three females and one male—and a table. The people at the table seem to be having a conversation. The male has a frustrating look on his face. She wears a sports tank and sports pants. On the tank and pants is a design of a tornado and gray and white clouds.



 Have you ever sat under a tree just to think?

What would peace look like in a physical sense?

And how do you add it to your life

when everything—or everyone—seems to go crazy?


It's sad to say it,

but I'm going to share through these eyes,

because I can no longer take it.


For many years, my eyes have grown sharp.

I see jealousy at its finest—

manipulation, sinful acts—

beyond everything else.


Yet, I lay low and let my eyes read the room.

Because if I spoke out loud,

my words would shock you.

Matter of fact, denial would take center stage—

painted across everyone's face.


No one seems to listen,

or they pretend to understand what's going on.

In reality,

what’s been happening

comes from earthbound spirits—

not trapped ones,

not summoned by spiritual work.


Can we take ownership for what we’ve done?

Can we be bold enough to say it—

without pointing fingers?


Those who claim others have dipped and dabbled

in sinful work

have also had a taste of the blade.

Is it the pot calling the kettle black?


I'm going to be honest—

it’s overwhelming.

Mentally draining.

Like I could just grab the remote

and switch the channel.

But I can’t change the scene.

I can barely leave,

which is sad all on its own.


I see stories being created—

just to cover their asses.

I see and know the distractions

are done deliberately,

pulling people away

from doing something positive.


This is deep.

And I’m going back to Twilight.


Some days, I feel extremely angry,

and I can’t bring it out in the open.

Excuses seem to be the new thing these days—

like Bounty: the quicker picker-upper.


Let’s be real.

Let’s close the chapter on Hollywood.

Excuses are lies—

to save oneself,

or to save someone else.


Let them speak for themselves.

And even if they do—

let the cat bite his own tongue.


Can I please have Calgon come take me away—

with no strings attached?

I go back to my high school days—

what I call freedom.


Over the years,

anxiety has become an enemy.

Small spaces feel safer.


I know God sees everything.

No one can hide from Him.

He is working,

and handing out karma accordingly.


Those who do wrong

get the worst end of the stick.

But why would God do that?


Because Earth is the school of life.

And He is the teacher,

assistant principal,

and principal.

He fills every role in His school.