EmpressRee

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Minds Gratification

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life

The minds gratification can't be sought through external factors
searching for hope where hope no longer exists
fighting a war that was never meant to be won
disregarding the level of consciousness needed to
survive this plane
dimensions not visible to the eye
existing
instead we
direct our thoughts to the lies being told
have we forgotten what the word "truth" means?...
instead we
defend those who care none about our positions
their focused only on their vision
but what about yours?

self defeating self talk plagues our youths
all they see is "twerking" videos and not enough
"self love" videos
what are doing to our youths!?

spooling that we are free speech but
how can we be free if our minds are still in chains!?
the more we sit in front of that tube we call T.V. the more
we succumb to a position of defeat

defeat
defined as being a set back
but who are we to blame
it's time we set back what our creator started
a land in which has no boundaries
where it is okay to be me and it is okay to be you

but first it starts in the main control room
we call
our minds

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		2b2b2 says: and souls......Tight Work......ONE poems by this commentor Summer Fruits Seeds of Providence LUCK
		EmpressRee says: Yes 2b2b2 also in our Souls poems by this commentor Emotion, In Motion I AM The Matrix
		love_supreme says: Excellent write. poems by this commentor Rents Due Where Have You Been? Post Valentine

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY EmpressRee

4 letter Word

Love, this word that so many use

not knowing the position

Just playing the field

4 letters spread across the tongue waiting to be delivered

Each blow waiting for the wind to ease it back this way

There is a lesson in the wait-

How are you to love me if you don’t know what loving yourself consist of?

Badgering over the silences left in between each line

Fixing on the “I do’s”

Digging deep into that crevices of the mind-

Games

Never seem to play old

How are you to love me if you don’t know what loving yourself consist of?

Let it Sit

Marinate in the feelings constructed by such question

Riddle me this…

Sun Kissed

I saw God today

She gazed my way and all I could do was smile

The radiancy of her rays shimmered across the way

ever so gently she whispers my name

a soft breeze that slowly kisses the copper of my cheeks

Im ever so blessed and highly favored to be in such presence day in and day out

a reflection of me as that of a mirror

holding the crown that tipped a little

-this was before I got sunkissed

Situations

Cut from a cloth That's vibrant and true Tongue held until spoken too No, not weak just wise For everything we must not react to Radiance spools from my inner eye Seeing through facades, walls and you Taking a few steps back to admire the view Holding nothing you say or do Personal Cut from a cloth of generational healing I am nothing less than god And everything more than these "Situations"

Knowledge-able

Knowledge~able Excavating the mind for more than rubies and other gems Roughly scraping off the top layer that society scarred onto the corners of the pages Her story lies not too far off of yours Written erased rewritten Given books after books as though she could easily be figured out through everyday fingerings There is something lingering Her psyche seems a bit out of- wack She reads to keep her mind on track Transcending her reality Strengthening her vitality Living by morality

A Single Look

A single look within Self

Stripping away the titles that seem to crowd us

Left bare, open for all to see

In an overly sexualized society

What is ones’ number one priority?

Facing the demons that no longer hide in the hallway closets

They walk alongside us, snapping at every interaction

“for keepsake” it whispers in my ears

As to say our great grandchildren would even care

Too lost in the chemtrails that they positioned in place

So who are we when face that mirror?

Enemy of my enemy?

So would that make us…. lost

But A Whisper

Who Am I but a whisper in the calms of the skies

floating against the gentleness of ntr

awaiting remnants from my past lives

to help create the now of our children

Who Am I to the rays that rest gently on the face of you

showing compassion in a world slowly turning gray

Flame Of Knowledge

The flame of knowledge
Flickering against the strength of the arising wind
This wind is our internal struggle
Where peace is waning against the outside confusion
-Life
What is it to you,
The longing for more
The yearning for justification of your actions
Factors compelling you to act without thinking
Or is it simply being,
Seeking ease in every transaction
Reaching high for the fruit of forgiveness, love, completeness
Envisioning the essence of higher concentration
Migration of thoughts
From one level to the next
Existence on a plane unseen to the naked eye

Open Script

Journeying along this path of life
structured around those things we should do and those we would like to do
Pages yet to be filled
lay impatient, wondering, hoping
soon to be yearning to be recognized for its purpose
the reason it was created in the first place
seeking stories that excite the reader
enticing them to turn, to catch a deeper glimpse
to embark on the journey of free will
those things we once couldn't do we now fly with confidence
the script is beginning to unfold
but until we realize that
life's journey is a spiral of energy
repositioning itself
those pages will lay
awaiting to be filled

I Have Elevated

I have ELEVATED

3rd eye becomes the 1st eye for eye see those things within thy self that equates to MY greatness

Empowered by the vision of love

Silenced by the depth of my graditude

eye dive deep into the abyss of SELF

learning; for the journey never ends

growing; for my roots are ever changing

becoming; for I AM

and here enters endless possiblities

oneness; centered in a world that has lost its way

eye claw myself back to the middle

meditation has become my art

eye write to help correct the wrongs of this world

to show that we all have a voice

to be heard

eye write to create a better view

of what morrow can bring

if we all turn inwards

and accept self for all its worth

eye write my children

so that they too can have a voice

and a reason to

BELIEVE

Emotion, In Motion

Breathe in

And hold that breathe…

Breathe out

Releasing all the pent up energy that is

Constantly flowing, in motion

Exhale out the swirl of confusion

And watch it dissipate into the air

Easy come, easy go

Train that mind to co-operate with YOU

The one in control is the one that thinks before the act

Prevent he who knows not thy self

From entering your fortress

Your mind-scape

Away from the thoughts that hold you down like cinder

Block- out the nay say

Introduce the up lifter of thy spirit

Recognize self in the midst

Jah9 said it best

Don’t let the moment confine you

Be aware

And just

breath