Transcendence Hymn

Delivering our steller selves

birthing as RA rise

Pure, with slate wiped clean to pristine satisfaction

we venture out

no rope

but hope prevails still

Still lingering on throughout the daybreak

wake

Finally we set

set down like the sun

Casting shadows as pyramids

seeding our spirit to reap rise

Breaking spells and curses

Chanting good omens

Foreshadowing what will be as we claim fortitude

To withstand everything funneling around us

Singing loud

Our daily offering

Our souls transcendence hymn

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#2020

Just some thoughts. A friend of mine inspired me to share these thoughts with my audience on my own blog rather than haunt them with it. *laughing out loud and hard* I tweaked the post just a bit, but the message is still clear. Thanks friend! On my blog, I can share freely. This was my free thinking expression:

Yes, everything starts with the individual. A single person is a universe onto themselves. We do need to confront what prevents us from achieving goals, whether there be excuses or actually admitting to ourselves how much effort do we put into changing ourselves or fates comes into question. Nothing in this universe can prevent us from willing into being something we want achieve, it is ourselves that ultimately get in our own way at times. That is the ultimate truth. We are infinite and unstoppable when we realize we can do everything we think and conjure, but it is the most devastating thing to admit that we failed because we actually was too lazy or scared or hopeless to put things into place to make them happen. I’m willing to do that for myself. You are right about not putting the efforts into holidays or a specific time to work on your vices or goals, but to understand profoundly the reason that nothing comes into being without efforts, could be freeing yourself from all limitations.

What will you do with your power? Let me know in the comments section. I am eager to listen and connect.

Thank you for reading and allowing me to be my best self.

Disclaimer: This inspired by a close friend, who may hate me currently, lol. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This original blog post was written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

POEM: Spiked Collar and Stilettos

Pull out the handcuffs tonight

spiked collar and stilettos

Fingers tracing lips and bottoms for hours

And we only been here for a minute

While we embracing, teal colored nails

Grazing your arms and shoulders

Cheeks makes your hands happy when they in them

I feel the intention to climb you

Divine you

Spiked collar, tight for you

Allowing the night with you

To make me loose

To lose our minds

When we make all these sins

My stilettos in the air

You lifting me to heights

Higher than the ceiling

I’m begging you

While you relieve me of everything

And everything is releasing

My knees by my shoulders

While you between them

losing yourself in my flesh

Taking all my moans

As we shiver in explosions

Disclaimer: This poem just came from within my inner depths. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem dreamed up, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.

POEM: Black Hearts Depart

Longing

Alluring in its desired quality

Though insanity runs it

Claiming its purity

to devour, squeeze all wholesomeness

As though it was a tattered rag

When all semblance of hope is lost

Black heart emerges

Disturbing, pausing to give weight to

As it begins to corrupt all beauty

Rendering it naked

Then proceed to whiter

Emaciate

Break

Defeated

Disclaimer: This poem just came from within my depths. All photography and original art for this post was created or captured by Hetheru Mer Djehuty. Thank you so much for your support. Please feel free to like, comment, criticize, make suggestions or say “hi”.

This is an original poem dreamed up, written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her.