The Wave

Some people are so quick to grasp

what doesn’t belong to them.

Hands become like butter,

ready to spread across bread—

only on objects

that don’t belong to them.

They have their minds made up:

what they’ve read is about them.

Eyes glare like a hawk,

hearts beat rapidly.

They can’t understand

what the hell they’re reading.

Reading too soon

without the proper key to access

is a dangerous game.

So, you settle on

breaking and entering.

When voices speak louder than words,

and your eyes are easy to read—

here comes the wave.

Others can read you,

and it doesn’t take

a spiritual gift

to see through you.

It’s time to disconnect

from all the bullshit negativity,

and focus on brighter things in life.

Stop with the stares and glossy eyes,

because your whole face

begins to change completely.

You don’t take the time

to listen to others’ visions,

without understanding

there’s a roadblock in the way.

Try to understand them—

you might see that the roadblock

was something you created

without even knowing.

Yet, you put all the blame on them,

making their path

much more difficult.

Here comes the fire—

and no, it’s not the fire stick.

Or wait a minute—

you have it stuck so far up your ass

that maybe this is why

you can’t think clearly,

and your head is filled with negativity.

This storm isn’t sunshine and rainbows.

I’m still battling through something,

working toward my ultimate goal in life.

Yet these eyes see chaos

and cannot speak upon this bullshit.

Can individuals please grow the fuck up?

Louisiana may have had Hurricane Katrina.

But people who live and breathe negativity

need to wake up and look at life—

even the bullshit they’ve caused—

because this is the wave.

You can’t see your own shit

because you’re dipping and diving

into someone else’s.

Karma can be quite a bitch;

it comes at you

like a clogged-up toilet.

Oops—there goes a broken pipe.

You just can’t seem

to get away from this shit.

The more fire you cause,

the hotter it gets.

Don’t try to pay attention now,

when things were brewing

and words were spoken.

These eyes and ears don’t lie.

It’s time for you to put a stop to it—

now.

 This is the wave—

everything being called out,

with a twist.

Chaotic

 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.