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.
