What’s a core without communication? Which is more valuable honesty, or sensation? Do you focus on the future, or live in the moment? In your life, is time a major component? When the stress becomes real, how do you deal? How do you bring back that first time feel? I’m just wondering… -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
Tag: spokenword
“ELA Apple Pie”
Sometimes settled on to a window sill… The aroma infiltrating the air, sending apple cinnamon scents into the sky… Warm hearted hands creates this masterpiece Molded for ice cream to melt over… Cuddled by a golden brown crust… Subtracting your stress through every slice… Fall in love with Fall’s favorite dessert with me… -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
“Coffee”
An alarm of energy infiltrating my anatomy… Only complete if it includes caffeine… Beans, blended into diverse drinks… Cafe’s most loyal companion… What a mug loves to hug… Let the first sip start off your day of success… And stay woke… -Ricky “Randum” Maeweather
“Tree”
A simple seed, studying through the soil. Driving through the dirt to designate it’s diploma. Learning to stand tall and strong for it’s own purpose. Embracing it’s barked scars, and broken branches. Loved, by it’s own leaves… Refusing to let concrete covers control it’s career. Experiencing adversity in storming area’s. And yet, still standing through the stress after the disaster.…
“Unexpected”
I knew my life would be complete once our souls could finally meet. Furnacing my little black book into ashes, blown away by Cupid’s wings. You know how to make me happy off of the little the things. Learning that there is no key to my heart. So you created your own master plan from the start. To weaken my…
“Lemonade Stand”
When life gives you lemons, you keep that receipt so you can exchange them for something better! Like French bulldogs and white Bentley’s. Whatever you decide on, make sure it impacts your personality! And groom yourself with greatness! Something simple to others could be so significant to yourself. Like a hopeless romantic, who hearts sinks faster than quick sand every…
“Skittles” (Poem)
I’ve learned that cleaning can be relaxing. Whether it’s from dusting the dining room, or cleaning out that closet constructed from your conscience. Either way the goal seems to be planning for perfection, until pure from what isn’t positive. I’m sure there are people out there who won’t swim in large bodies of water. Afraid of being ate by a…
“Roses” (Poem)
I was told that roses are red. But my roses are chocolate. Far from a candy coated floral creation. This sweet sleeve of a masterpiece is tattooed on me. Each petal, planted in its proper place. No vines green of envy are allowed any space. These Hershey kissed buds on my skin were meant to blossom into the same love…
“Ambitious Skies” (Poem)
One of the best feelings for me is waking up every morning. An even greater feeling is waking up to your smile. Which shines brighter than the sunrise through Scotland skies. Your heart beats warmer than freshly brewed coffee on a Monday morning. Spiked, with brown sugar to match your complexion. You’re sweeter than desserts. Addicting like freshly baked cookies…
“A Woman” (Poem)
I never wore a green thumb, but seeing what blossoms on family trees can make you start your own field of flowers. Attracted by their esscence, and provoked by their beauty. Wishing I could kiss them just to see how soft their petals really are. A woman, my favorite breath of life. Created in numerous flavors, sizes, and complexions. All…
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