Author Archives: simplyajusta

i keep asking myself that am i a friend unto myself if so why do i feel so much woe why is it i can’t comfort myself in the middle of the night who is it missing when i squeeze myself and say it’s alright you will make it there in thought unknown you willContinue reading “are you my friend”

I find myself intrigued by the mysterious beauty of the natural world. Cradled in the womb of love and understanding. Held within the hand of grace I am given the staff on which to base my life. So much I have to learn while laying upon her belly. inhaling the vapors of new growth surroundingContinue reading “awed by nature”

i want to move like a baboon. across my roof i want to climb the trees like a gibbon i want to crawl like a lizard but most of all i want to squat like a frog place my face in the hand of the land and drink from its tepid embrace the moves areContinue reading “i want to walk like an animal”

give me a heart that cares for more than under where’s the love I deserve I must go out to the people and serve a bounty of caring without false hope that I will be there when things get dope together we will see the light and do what is right for each other’s soulContinue reading “give me a heart that cares”

to myself i must behave badly of late it seems. for i have quelled to speech the right to write what is inside of me until the brew of insanity mixed within my tea there is only one of mend the first batch of the day as morning had long broken the sky was papayaContinue reading “why must i wait any longer”

I am just a jumble a mess of thought in thought in wrought of what has befallen me in times of disgrace I have unleashed my soul so as to unwatch my behavior devoid of self respect I clung to the disclaimer of human I flung and tossed about conject aimed at me as itContinue reading “I am just a jumble”

while I write my own thoughts hysteria of convictions self-containing thoughts of contradictions connections so obsolete that they create constraints outcomes are lost but the future is still there lingering on an outpost of resentment and turmoil why can’t I get my thought s together to write a simple apology why can’t I say IContinue reading “excuse me while I write”

I am so imbalanced at times it seems I’m riding a tidal wave to self-improvement and then I crash onto the shore of disillusion and confusion takes hold as I sink into the sands of weariness

even perfect people have stories they hide thoughts they do not share and acknowledgements they will not give or receive they may go into hiding just like the rest of us but peer through the widow a little more often their pain is no less real and they cry no less but it may beContinue reading “even perfect people”