A window view pain illusion of a man…just that quick blink, his appearance vanish…

A window view pain illusion…just below it’s window seal set a pandora box open…oops! memory flops out…

Just blow that window illusion window sea,l pain begins to speak… with a smirk! how dare you have the audacity…but memory of pain becomes strong, persistently….piercing profoundly a throne in my flesh slices my soul with the silent whisper hey! you remember from the beginning. Flesh & blood of men you thought of so dearly, can’t you see how quickly they all vanished…

My noticeable covered hurt had to ask the illusion of man why? How rude! & with sarcasm the pandora box whisper “from the below the seal of the window of illusion pf pain, started going down the list

Your grandfather vanished without speaking…

Your father he danced, laid, & played the game of life, he exited without a proper resolved childhood conflict…no love nor a goodbye…

Look at your to cherished male cousin, selfishly leaving, did they ever think of who would hang with their favorite girl!…just rudely leaven no goodbye…

Your two favorite uncle held dearly to heart just up & left the building…

Just like Melchizedek, King of Salem all the males in your life you held so dearly to heart just up & vanish..like a bad memory, not a trace as without father, without mother, without a genealogy, having neither beginning of day nor end…

The throne in my flesh profoundly piercing my soul says oh! “one last thing you remember Enoch, who walked with God then suddenly was no more…pain sometime sent to point you in the right direction…

Now my noticeable hurt speaks with droplets of blood stains flowing down my cheek, “pain of illusion the pandora box window open as you blow away with the wind & if just so happen to pass Hermon, along the way tell him I really don’t appreciate him leaving so suddenly, we had one last grand party to attend…

Tell him to replace the date & don’t forget to hold me a set in heaven….

Now could you please vanish I got a meeting with happiness…I was told trials & tribulation enable you to have patients, even Ecclesiastes said everything under the sun has a time to heal, a time to break down, a time to build up, a time to weep, & a time to laugh….

Throne in my flesh profoundly piercing my soul I’m tried of talking pandora open box of pain all you do is set below the window seal awaiting your chance to ruin someone day.”

I must scurry along, I see joy awaiting me with open hands…

I understand slightly why all the males in my life just up & vanished…In reality real love never wants to say goodbye…At least now I know at a moment notice in a slight whisper they will come & set with me in my darkest hour…

The Howard’s love like iron…It don’t bend nor break… It only become rusted from not using it verbally

I Love You Big Bro…Rest In Peace! Poetic Flow in remembrance Hermon Bernard Howard passed on January 5, 2020

Love has pain…

Pain is regurgitated…

Pain why have you made love homeless?…

Pain why are you trying to blot out loves name?…

Pain you have been reigning for a minute…

Pain set aside, stop! Stealing, give love the platform to speak…

Love has been wrestling w/ pain…pain refusing to say “I know love will eventually win!”

Pain you cheated…stabbing love multiple times with the audacity to look at love in the face…How rude stop!.. being so two-faced

Pain even Ecclesiastes said there’s a time to love & a time to hate…isn’t hate pain?

Listen here pain!..Love is hovering over the nation awaiting…while awaiting love had a argument with patient…

You listen here pain…love has stood still, allowed you too walk the run way wearing 2020 last season fashion…

Pain now!.. Hear love speak your season to reign has ended…set aside can’t you see?.. The spirit of Love is hovering over the face of the nation…

Bye!..Bye!..Pain your meet & greet red carpet date has been postponed until further notice…

~Loves Here With Bandaid Covered Bruises From The Journey~

Bon Voyage 2020 you presented deceitful entrance…we planted seeds of hopes & expectations but you deceitful 2020 summon a scorching ray instantly halted, literally everything…With the rudest attitude like maybe we can see a harvest next season…

Bon voyage 2020 just as you presented a rude entrance could you please do the same & exit quickly with all your broken promises & disappointments….

Bon voyage 2020 just pack up & leave…please dare not to speak to our hopes awaiting as we greet 2021, who’s clothed in new beginnings carrying our blank canvas. 2021 sent out invitations giving opportunity to be creative with EL’Shaddi penmanship from Habakkuk 2:2 write the vision & make it plan 2021 instructed. You better not have the audacity to rain on our parade…

Bon voyage 2020 just exit the building at least let us celebrate in peace with what left of these 19 hours, “Do have any ideal 2020 what the number 19 mean?” Please let me give you enlightenment~One means new beginnings~Nine means fruition therefore in this very moment we’er allowed to speak Habakkuk 2:2 vision plainly…Now lets us grieve laying to rest our shatter hopes & expectations you shattered in the beginning..so we can begin to speak those things that are not as those they’ve already manifested

We walking into our 2021 Like And What! we got our EL’Shaddi penmanship with the vision ready to write on our blank canvas with a attitude looking at anything you tried in 2020 like we some 2021 Entrepreneurs Head Busters..

Bon voyage 2020 no need to speak just please exit quietly…Don’t whisper nothing to our new date 2021 please just go away with all that negativity..

Bon voyage 2020…& Hello 2021, it’s time EL’Shaddi penmanship & blank canvas get more in person acquainted, creating beauty…

~Lyfe2Grand~

2020 came in like hello! how you doing?…

Then abruptly became so emotionally so rude!…

Pushing us around demanding we follow suit, with bitterness telling us what to do…

Who knew, one minute we’re scurrying along life, a nation multicultural group of children mistaken life as a game. Suddenly Mother Nature speaks aggressively “skip past go to jail…we’ve already given a death sentence. Any hope & dreams for 2020 has been postponed until further notice.”

For the past couple of months whether you’ve notified we all been like Jesus with sweat droplets of blood in the garden of Gethsemane.. Hoping to make it over into 2021 in one piece & can we have our sanity please!.

A slight whisper says “look ahead stop peering in the rear view mirror::.

Can you see the light at the end of the tunnel of dark vader known as 2020…

Thank God it’s really 2021 we actually made it in one piece…2021 will you please be kinder than 2020?…

Good riddance 2020…2021 has some hopes & dreams awaiting…

Good riddance 2020 the instant dream killer, rudely invading our house party….

~Rude 2020~

Self love…

Setting admiring the view life two grand…I Scribble a curved line on my blank canvas…

Quickly I recognize the lines aren’t parallel…

I just realized in this moment the true abstract me. With a broken erasers, quickly I try to erase my brokenness…

As I recognize my abstract brokenness in this bizarre desolate moment, I find myself at the alter wailing…Umm! Hello EL’Shaddi! It’s little old me once again kneeling before you in my brokenness…I! I! was just wondering may I set here with you for just a moment, I! promise not to act like the woman with the issue of blood, I want touch nothing…For the time before I’ve been so rebellious…Umm!.. but! but! if you don’t mind as I set here quietly in my brokenness & if you just happened to brush by…If you don’t mind just whisper a scripture of wisdom for wholeness, that I may take with me as I scurry along this twilight zone journey. Hopefully this round I want get lost in the wilderness on my way to striving to become a Proverbs 31 Woman…

~🥀Live🥀Love🥀LetGo~

Setting here pondering about life…

As life pounce on me, l boldly pause & stare for a moment…suddenly speaking profoundly “how rude!. Life you just interrupted my journey! Look at what you’ve done life, how rude of you pouncing on my joy…you also have pastel & my blank canvas angry!”

Now a untimely appointment must be set to sketch another vision…Habakkuk 2:2 states write the vision & make it plan…

Life you must explain how can I birth the vision when you keep pouncing on me & changing the season?

I’m assuming EL’Shaddi, wondering is my daughter/son double minded…Oh! Life your so rude pouncing on my hopes & dreams, hindering me from following the blue print to Jeremiah 29:11…

Now if you don’t mind life I would like to scurry along into 2021 uninterrupted…it would be greatly appreciated if you & your rude pouncing upon my dreams & hopes would politely exit the building…

~Lyfe2Grand~

Now I’m speaking prophetically in my authority no weapon formed against my destiny shall over throw his blue print & those who walk in him are going forth in power & authority threading upon serpent & Scorpions into 2021 pouncing on life trials & tribulations that’s standing as a advocate for Satan..Get the behind me Satan…2021 awaiting a season of new beginnings, to walk in authority to shape the earth without form & void covered w/ darkness, Genesis 1:1-2 says 2021 my light shall shine filling the land w/ creativity, the world is my blank canvas…

~Live🥀Love🥀LetGo~

A life evolving in Christ center around self change as I pick up my cross to follow him…Those whom desire to drain you Rather than seek self change…Lack to understand I didn’t turn my back on you…Only just walked away from the world that only invited us to dine with destruction…I was hoping you’d pick up your cross & follow…So EL’Shaddi spoken word would reign over us…”Those who suffer w/ him will reign w/ him”…A life evolving, hoping, & fighting…For change had me baffled in this world that only invited me to dine w/ destruction..I contemplated often before picking up my cross to follow him…This world will have you twirling & hurling..baffled wrestling w/ question “how do we fight to fall apart only to remain in misery…When we can just cross over together hand & hand reigning in him…allowing him to mend our wounds & heal our brokenness..From dining w/ destruction..Therefore if your not willing to pick up your cross to follow him w/ me…I choose to stand w/ him to give enlightenment…You can’t put old wind into new wineskin…I choose to set w/ him awaiting & praying hoping you don’t wait til it’s to late to embrace his Grace w/ a renewed mind your willing to pick up your cross to follow him knowing if I suffer w/ him I will reign w/ him & my rib.

A woman scorned will dance w/ danger…with a straight face laughing & proclaiming “Ha!..Ha!..I have power over you”…Life whisper back “oh! What a dangerous game Potiphar wife your playing by making false accusation..claiming sexual assault just gain favor…Leaving the world baffled & confused…Yet as a woman scorn you still demand to dance w/ danger…just to persuade society your false accusations is true..A woman scorn will do anything because misery loves company…She fail to understand sexual favoritism is only for the heat of the moment..Spiritual Enlightenment to a woman scorn if your not the one whom man called woman…After EL’Shaddi had awakened & said she shall be bone of my bone & flesh of my flesh known as my rib…Your sexual favoritism you assumed would force him to become yoked w/ you throughout eternity..will have you walking away just a woman scorn plotting how to invite him to set…At a table & dine with misery loves company…Lets find away to honor our men instead of shattering them because you never mended from your brokenness…

~🥀Live~Love~🥀LetGo~

My Body God’s temple covered under the shadow of the wings of the almighty according to Psalms 91:4-5 I am a woman, man’s rib…Ordained & called to live consecrated for his purpose…Because I am woman…bone of his bone; flesh of his flesh…I was designed to be his help meet..therefore my body is set apart for his sacred duties behind the veil awaiting his timing..because I am who man defined & called me woman…sent to respect my husband as I diligently perform my wifely duties as his help meet…The Bride of Christ…The Becoming of a Proverbs 31 Woman…

~Beauty for Ashes~

A Woman scorned, her scars covered with a bandaid beautiful memories of joy, encountered along her life journey…

As she embraces her scorned scar bandaids of beauty memory of joy, envy & bitterness sets watching…Awaiting the moment for their venomous word with the audacity it has a right to speak. Just to leave behind a black hole scar from a failed toxic relationship, that was sent to kill me. How dare you step to me? With an audacity, venomous, negative attitude; intension to strip away my bandaid of beautiful memorial joy gathered along my journey…You only desire to draw the ugliness out of me, misery loves company…Since you came with audacity attitude like you have a right to be in the presence of a woman scorned & crowned with beauty for her ashes…You failed to heed the warning signs…Before entering the gates of Holiness “ye touch not my anointing” whose been crowned with beauty, the bandaid that cover these scares has been ordained by EL’Shaddi, in which he only crowns a scorn woman who endured trails & tribulations…His Angels are encamped out around her lest she dash his foot against a stone…Now heed his warning watch how you speak to a women who’s been scorned along her journey…Her scars are covered by EL’Shaddi, crown of beauty memory of joy she encountered along her journey…