Releasing the past,

No longer needing to spazz,

Because from the last,

I came back with a blast,

& At last,

I am free.

I believe in the Divine,

So I rely on their time,

For a man who wants to pour into my cup,

& Smell the grapes within my whine,

So please believe that I’m fine,

Not even trying to rhyme.

Beloved continues to chisel my soul,

This abundance I deserve,

So drop the bullshht,

& Smile at what’s mine. . . . . . .

For this time,

It is I;

The star that shines.