Eye of Joy

  "It is good to be seen and not viewed" as the old heads would say. It seems something has shifted. Are we not operating in a society where views are more relevant than being physically seen?  When the old heads made that statement they were referring to life. Acknowledging the goodness in being seen with the breath that God blew into our bodies upon arrival  Rather than only being viewed after our spirit has left and what remains is a lifeless tent  once a host ; now set to return to dust  So I’m curious With views being more relevant than acknowledgment in the present … Are we dead? Spiritless ?  No longer able to sit in the goodness of life?  Is it now better to be viewed than it is to be seen?

                                                                                                 Man definition: ''a human being of either sex; a person'' I like Pretty Women whose hearts proceed their skin Whose faces I can see God in Whose outside beauty compliments the wave length they exist on  Without trying  I like men with direction  Thoughts that reflect action  Action that is followed by impact  Impact worth more than the diamonds Leading to change that is priceless  One who understands his blueprint  And doesn’t weaponize his makeup  Instead yields to what is opposite  Understanding what is opposite does not imply opposition 

    You made her an only child … Gave her a father who’d eventually become a runaway  And a mother with the heart of gold and the yearning for the wilderness; naive yet intelligent  She ran and you softened her heart to forgive  Heart open and yearning for the mother daughter relationship that she always wanted This would be the moment!  She began to chase after her mother, taking the blanket of defense off attempting to replace it with the courage to try  Only for her mother to flee Terrified of what the future holds if balances remain unchecked  Searching her mind to remember the essence of her bearer  Realizing much of what she’s experienced has always been a part of her story  Questioning why  And defaulting to the “there’s a reason for everything” mindset  Her subconscious echoes in the background  “I already feel so alone” “You made me do this alone” “You’re keeping alone” ….”I don’t understand this” Running toward t...

  I feel like I lost you for a while. But when I found you again—- you were different.  I feel like I lost you in order to find the new version ; the more evolved version…. Calmer and more intentional  Less aggressive yet more direct  Still understanding & carrying empathy in every step  But more likely to remove oneself at the sight of dysfunction, double-mindness, and zombie like thoughts & behaviors  More likely to listen , less likely to share without Jehovahs  permission  Always Open to consideration; but now never without discernment  I feel like I lost you for a while. But when I found you again. You were different

  I am the problem. It’s true I knew what would happen  walking thru your doors  I wanted you  To want me  Hoping I could ride the line of sin and saved  Saying no but acting out yes  I wanted you to  Want me too Just enough for my half in half out to be good enough for you to say  I want you and I want you to stay. I’m the problem because you were up front from the start  Which made me want you even more  There no excuse for my recklessness  If I’m honest I’ve existed in different forms of this dysfunction for centuries  I hate that for me  I’d love that for you  If you were willing to be blind for me  But I don’t recommend it.  Cause I can see that I am the problem. And I want you even more because you won’t let me be … Your problem. 

  Minimizing us to our bodies; they’re Only willing to see us as humans with feelings AFTER they taste our soul…. After they extract from our womb and after the soul tie is created  is when you choose to ask what her favorite cake is and whether or not she prefers the day or the night time  You may not even care if we’re honest.. Because you’ve already gotten what you were looking for  The taker of her energy  The creator of despair in her heart  You only wanted her womb ; the thing that makes her woman but you never stopped to see if you wanted to her  Her laugh  Her cry Her love   You never really looked her in the eye  Yet, You want her to let you in.  But you don’t want to stay  You just want to stop by to say hey  You say all the things they told you to say  and like a fool she falls every time hoping that this time it won’t be a replay  She opened herself up hoping you’d be different ; but the truth is...