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Thursday, December 15, 2016

Florida

By: Scott Crain                        

It kind of seems like our parents
came here for the glamour that
seashells and sandy beaches had
to offer.
Maybe the ocean reflected a glare of
some salty dream they chased
to the shore, just to end up
in this rotten heat.
Their hearts headed for the sun,
but we all got
stuck in the rain.
And now here they are,
our elders,
living vicariously in this
fantasy they so desperately
lusted for.
The lack of seasons has
weakened us, and we’re all
aching to know how it feels
to shiver in the snow.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Painfully Honest

By a dear friend : Winsky Simprevil



I wear these scars on my arm
and in my mind, a constant reminder.
To never let anyone feel make me feel
less than important.
To never let anyone drag me into despair 
dark places that offered nothing
 more than seemingly endless hopelessness.
Life gets discouraging at times, 
no matter who you are.
Im no exception.

I must remind myself that I love
and that I am loved.
To never walk with my head down 
even for a second.
Because I refuse to be the person I once was. 
Constantly pushing forward 
even when I take two steps back.
That's who I am now.



Tuesday, November 22, 2016

La Luna y El Sol

Lately I've been taking out time to just be
40 day sadhana, 
sober in the sun
is where you will find me
waking up early
to praise Thee
sending my intentions in the breeze
as the wind whispers secrets of the sea
she shares her passion
as she cleanses my being
toes and palms 
sinking into the sand
exfoliating my soul 
refining my goals

Sun salutations
fuel my motivation
my life is my own creation
I live with no limitations
like the moon staying out past
dawn
this is not an imitation
la luna y el sol
dwell within me 
deep breathing 
Just to balance 
out the flow
of energy
while I strike
my warrior pose

I AM STRONG
I AM ALIVE
respecting all life
is what I abide by
So don't try to tell me
that I cannot bend
and mend the hurt
in this world
by being love
till the end







Friday, November 18, 2016

Confused Pain

By: The talented rapper/poet/song writer, S.D.DaGhost


Anxieties,stressin'
built up negative tension
Circulating for an exit
blood pulsating for cleansing
Somethings I gotta mention 

I'm sensing this disconnection 
I feel myself slowly withdrawing 

Towards the exit
away from the crowd

away from the noise 
away from my home 
away on my own alone

in my zone flowing these poems 
That's what I call searching 

my soul the ache and  hurting is slow 
Familiar with it I know 

been living it since 2 yrs old 
I purge whenever I flow

these words off of my dome 
Impurities of my soul 

get released on scribbled notes
Faster then I can write

I'm a bastard in every right
Fast-forward to last night

wish u knew my internal fight
But u don't and u never will

my struggle you'll never feel
before opening up i'll kill

beats with lyrics I feel 
killing could never heal

tried it once with a bunch of pills
Thirteen suicidal thrills

in this world its kill or be killed 
With hurtful words or cold steel

this ratchet world I know is real 
My flow with the poems is ill
soul deep leave  bone chill



Check him out on sound cloud :https://soundcloud.com/sd_theghost/lostworld
Twitter : @ sddaghost
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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Warrior of Love

We are on the forefront of a revolution, where will you stand? 

with love
with hate
or will you dissipate
when will you get that 
love is the answer
love is the cure 
for this societal cancer 

more hate creates
arguments not debates
its time to choose
peace instead of war
did it ever cross you mind 
that your third eye is blind
you need to cleanse that shit 
free yourself from the bind

stand for love
stand for peace
let your lips do 
an upward crease
shine bright
never dim 
that fck'n light

don't you understand 
we have to raise the vibration
so the nation can survive
we must stop the divide 
the news stations lie
they crop the content 
till they get a rise

well they got a rise from me 
and I chose to shine
till everyone around me 
goes blind from love

I wake up every morning 
feeling alive 
I march these streets 
spreading kindness 
over the disunite
I will not hide  
I will not fight 
I will not fall 
for their game of life

I am more than a reaction 
I am confident response
that echoes through the darkness 
healing the broken 
giving hope to all those
who have not spoken

stand for love
stand for peace
let your lips do 
an upward crease
shine bright
never dim
that fck'n light

there is a reason why 
standing rock protectors
are not on CBN or Fox 10
their march is not hateful enough
to entertain the brain sending 
violence through your veins

they want you to yell
they want you to scream
venom from your core 
they would desire nothing more
than to see you destroy
all we have worked for

So I will ask you again, Where will you be for the revolution?


stand for love
stand for peace
let your lips do 
an upward crease
shine bright 
never dim 
that fck'n light



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Friday, November 11, 2016

Memorable People

By : A dear friend of mine , Winsky Simprevil 

I'm a big fan of saying words
With out saying words

Conversations that go deep
Into the night,talking about nothing
But who knew nothing could be everything
A simple story turns into ten minutes
Ten minutes turns into over an hour
Lost in the stimulation
Lost in the moment
But its the time between
ten minutes and an hour
Wishing that it could last forever
Without exaggeration

Sharing a laugh full of mirth
Being absolutely tickled by their wit
And something else you can not explain
Your gaze meets their gaze
And you wonder to yourself
If they feel the same way that you do. 


Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Be Free Lovely


 I am the beauty
 from the beast 
I rise
Assassinating 
my demons 
I rise

Like the sun in the west
Dust on a treasure chest
Like fallen leaves
Guided by the breeze
Wonderlustly 
I rise

No longer desperate 
for the gold 
At the end of each storm
I am made of diamonds
 Like queens and kings 
I rise

Like Jesus from the tomb 
Flowers that bloom
Caged birds set free
Uttering songs that touch the souls
Of all those who have fallen and rose
Past the moon
I rise I rise I rise

You walk past me 
Doubting my abilities
 To rise like the tide
Yet I still survive
Morphing into a butterfly

They chained my physicality
Bent me till I fit in a box 
So my mind ran free
Realizing how limitless
 I can truly be

Amoungst the galaxies they can look 
But their blind eyes will never see
The lotus flower I have grown to be
Or the angels that follow me

Like the hate in their eyes 
When they see me shine
I rise

From pain came gains 
Of things I use to take in vein

I rise
Past Saturn and Mars 
I wave at the stars 
Letting the universe cleanse
My scars
I rise I rise I rise

Like your heart beats
 Inevitably showing life
I rise

Like when newborns open their eyes 
To the beauty of the journey to overcome
Like prayers to the divine
I rise I rise I rise

(Inspired by the late the great Maya Angelo RIP & dedicated to my eldest brother.) 


Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Pacha Mama, I'm coming home .

Sitting out in nature 
the sky is bright
 lite up by  sun 
 clouds take the stage behind a blue back drop
  birds glide in and out of  winds embrace
while trees stand tall and strong
rooted in Pacha mama 
I realize I am home. 
This breeze brings me to my knees 
suddenly I find  ease
 Till I notice a manatee floating next to a 40 , human debri. 

You see
 I am rooted in mother earth
trees feed my lungs
  wind whispers to my soul
birds sing to my spirit , 
while sky vibrantly inspires my mind

I am rooted in mother earth 
so I hear her cry
 all she has done was give life 
 we don't abide by

I am rooted in mother earth 
 flowers sprout into my being 
I am seeing the universe

I am rooted in the earth 
flowing with 
crisp leaves wandering to the ground 
welcoming death and life simultaneously
 I am beautifully  bound 

I am rooted in mother earth 
 mother earth takes roots in me
 guiding me through seasons
 I may not find appeasing 
 my being is renewed in  rivers
 being nourished as it settles
 in the lush green fields that grow from rich soil 

 I am never poor 
 rooted in mother earth 
mother earth is rooted in me. 

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