Alajhaun Desormes Miller
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Inner Flame
Guided, no gliding; space and time beside me. Wondering why I can’t place my face in to the trash. Things I've been through a multitude, but just not as brash. Spring steps from within to compliment the motion of promotion. Weight on my conscious lead based now removed. How come I can’t infiltrate the muse you consistently use to infuse indoctrination? It’s among the things that caused the majority of the infiltration to impatience. Distance I can make it like a bull brazen through the infernal blazing. Stir the commotion to differentiate the bases. Lessening the reflection of many races to reveal the surface if what's truly amazing but never constructed to confines of a matrix. Sizzling the buds can you taste it? Much more included ignoring the vacant, yet stead pacing. Connections displaced in the visual facing. Out of a cast of the molders making the concept of the avid basic. Shedding the sheer thoughts of being complacent I'm now adjacent to adjustment. The suffix is sufficient for the suffering but we shall not circumvent the way to remake it. Wrestling through the brush to arrive on the side that meets the eye revealing our greatest side. Besides the evident attraction does apples really appease the size of the challenge to mend lives? I'll arrive in an instant to decide, but in the meant time why rush the evident let's enjoy this ride. Forth coming to the conclusion amid the demonstrations leading to the truths of such a provocation. Some shall deny but my mind accepts the invitation. Elation in the safest yet swiftest style to meet the boasting bodacious irreconcilable side. Separating the heart felt weakness that resides below the surface that wants to rise. Taking chances amid the vile in the wild as trial to reach the end of a mile. Stones unhinged yet bends the soft tip ends of modernized trends set a fire. Below the pillars to disconnect the broken wires. Embellish the desired that required all of the internal fire to project the imagination to a conscious higher. Lowering thy guards to see what's truly happening is that of the actions entitled. Am I sparking the interest are resisting the tension. Should I mention the notion of lost imprints? Wide eyed to what's affirmative holding close enough to breach the census. Without consent to deter the attention overly accessed settling to inching. Nonetheless be vigilant and relentless for what's to overcome has been consistently mentioned. No wind so intricate can breeze through and blow out the majorities’ ascension. Flickering particles a part of me that startled you. The roots so deep it’s a part of more than two. Admitting to its truth lead outward and reduce the misuse of what's true to whom seeks the best majority in the room. Looming under the ferment shining through to greet the star. Shows just how much more were truly involved. Never allow the space to starve out the charge. Static in statistics takes us way above the circumvented at large. Remember the tug boat is what leads the barge. Cinders and coals that spark the fuel that pushes out the arch seems like the same steam allowing us to feel so parched. Mending the cross hairs to be a swift air that connects the rich flare to spark the flame amidst air. Aromatic accents attached on a search I hatched out matched to forever outlast a bang from a big blast. Mustering the voice to object for I rekindled what was once doused. Tearing through the atmospheric boundaries bright enough to be foreseen. Illuminating my biggest dreams my inner flame has now been redeemed.
Alajhaun Desormes MillerPublished about a month ago in Motivation
Plots
Downward where headed as we're beheaded. Slowing up I cannot for I have a plot and it's in a specific spot so I'll scoop until I rot unless I reach the dot. The sun speaking again but I'm deep in the trench where there’s no air vents can I truly pretend. I'm parched and there staring from the porch but I must push forward. Still its sweltering and this area so vast boy could I go for a very cold glass. Here you are boy! No sir I'll pass for I'm headed steadfast to finish my task. Wondering deeply now why I didn’t except. Well quiet is kept you never let them see you sweat so inward I step. Should have better prepared for a challenge so vast but who am I to turn down this great task. For nothing is what I ask I'm moving through my path without being detached. Losing my pace when the ending of the day is on its way? Not a chance in America should I breathe a breath of I'm a quitter. It's the sweetest taste of things so bitter I'll aim to push for what's much bigger. Oh I see now you think because in still digging down that I'm not hither. Since you can’t see well follow me as we go deep. Down comes the sun and I'm nowhere near done but I’m leading a big one and I can’t leave till it's done. Up and over left and right shoulder lower and lower I feel as if I’m getting closer. To what I bet you wonder well to what's down under, but don’t get winded so much more to keep digging. Picture hot winds whistling and rattle snakes hissing but I have no fear I'm not quitting. I got a goal I'm going to reach and there’s no weather or bruiser stopping me. Oxen and bull you’d think my head was made of because low and behold there goes a buzz must be my blood. The bees or passing through but can’t get there antennas off me truth. I even been eating veggies I've been drinking fruit only way I'll be able to find myself ever getting through. Marching out of a jaded shroud my thoughts begin to scream. The fatigue of lifting and tossing is given my body a fire. Something in my soul won’t allow me to aim to retire so I conspire to push onward. Muscles beginning to frown but how could I put this shovel down it’ll be the equivalent to letting my family down. After all I'm not mellow or brown the darkness my skin has found. So I push to uplift a curse but it won’t be with the use of any verse. I must put in this most valuable work after all if not me who would they call first. Out my chest my heart burst you’d suspect I've been over worked. Not in the slightest my anxiety is on a riot and I'm hyped to a max my body's on fire. I kick it up a notch cranking out my best. I don’t think endurance was ready to be put to the test yet today it's our protective vest. Share no pain give no agony for I have to end this without so lost in additive. Must be a shame to observe so much power wanting it to push the electricity through the wire. Let my words inspire bring reprieve because low and behold I'm now chest deep. The moons hanging around now many are those the most beautiful stars. Once in a while I look up just to see the shift change or who's now in charge. No one come out to bother me I'm steadily rocking with no way to come close to stopping. Guess they’re starting to wonder what's he really plotting? Polishing more the game got to be shined up nice so when I'm done hear I have No problem picking up my wife and my kids if they like. One arm to arms a hear in hand the heart in me is in high demand. See my trials and hear me scram little is invested in one that doesn’t plan. Oddly embodied the spirit in will set my arms on fire and flames to my heels.
Alajhaun Desormes MillerPublished about a month ago in Poets
Spoiler
Wake up start over there’s closure now hold tight. There’s a way in the long run never close your mouth to right. Sometimes it’s better said then not spoken since I have nothing is broken. Can I hold back to be honest how can I. When I keep silent another soul loses ties. A branch extended but not bestowed, how can I ever let silence take control. For miles and miles at a time we sit back indulge it what's expected as fine. Those moments are brief now we see how to strike the iron. Briefly I came to complete but never compete against what's beneath. So close but so far from within reach everything I should teach. So the flame ignited never finding a place to be doused I'll single handedly dismantle this house. Freed what's been trapped holding fast to nothing can you really branch out and fine a king with no strings as the universe sings. Never walking in the blind I've officially allowed the release of a bond silenced only within the mind. Pausing only to give hand not take a breather only to release those who have been swept. Let's take a step above the boundaries that's been set, but let's not forget to reflect on what made us our best. The sea shines so deep but is It the sun or because we weep. I unsheathed the hidden for now we are risen from our decisions of emanate division. Feel the fertile soil its ready for the seeds of many great seeds. Now we start on our knees, so we can learn to walk out of what's dark out of reach of sparks. Greater the love than the hate I aim only to create this isn’t a spoiled space within a saving grace. As I replace the tools that erase let's reinstate the betterment of say. Yes today we open up and say what we feel but remember what spoiled the deal from the gill. We find our self-spacious but empty so we fill it with loving. Long before emotions caged what more can we day to go forth and save. Little to behave because there to afraid but fears just a stage let's release the sage. Patience in abundance after all that's how we won this. None the less we still progress unattached and unmatched we shall not retract but enact and motion stat. As soon as possible for the non-evolved let’s grasp all aspects and indulged knowledge above all knowing why we have been called. Will you answer the sounds of love in an act of resurgence? I dare you not fall to convergence in the midst of pain or vibrations stained. I gained a light from conversion of pain so there’s no excuse to allow it to continuously rain if we change the ordained. Possibly the most important touch is the one you give for love not lust it’s abrupt like a rush but it’s evident that it remain a must. Once its revived it can’t be denied only caught by surprise as a lesson rise. A dig to resurface the truest of its installment. Originally intricate never quite what exist. Living within without sin whose judgment must we pretend to bow to when love has shown its proof? Spoiling one apple to claim there all rotten simply signals a removal of one toxin and not the whole box wherein we lose a group of great options. Pushing forward from the leaks and cracks in the base we will recreate without debate with little need to perpetrate the truth we exonerate on the cloudiest days.
Alajhaun Desormes MillerPublished about a month ago in Poets
Bottled Minxes'
At a horizons glare only the sun breaches the surface. Widening amongst the stretch of unforeseen depth to come. Wavering through life the sun comes across and sets on a minxes'. Why does the minx cry so loud that it deafens hearts and breaks emotions? For the minx has so much contained that it can only release pain to maintain. This pain is gained over the consecutive years it trained to release its skin to be seen born again. Well that's not an easy task to overcome for the minx has so much more unsung. She rises like the sun ready to take the world by surprise, but wait there's a flock of birds bombarding the skies. Casting a shadow for a moment’s time, but can you believe that's what brought tears that leaves the minx to cry. Every day is anew in the world of the minx, just trying to make it aiming to overcome only to over think. From the glass the minx drinks, but it’s not as simple as you think. The minx never pours her own drinks; for she doesn't even prep her own meals. The only thing the minx is able to control is the size of her dress laid out and the size of her heels. The cries that escape the minx has damned so many she meets. Do they even know that that minx barely eats? Wondering effortlessly from sunrise to sun down the minx has seen every side of a town. For she rises with vigor, yet rest in anger. I sometimes wonder why the minx gives so much credit to an avid stranger. You see the minx has instinct on solely surviving. Minxes never told anyone where it is she goes when she does the most hiding. Open to opportunities but not to emotions it just seems like the minxes is just a record scratched now broken. OH! Beautiful minx will you share your pain for this is a journey bared in vain. Release the old scars and come from beneath the horizon for this year the great minxes is surely arising. The arms reach wide and far on the old wooden clock, but that leaves no room for the minxes to stop. She coveted her time, space, and words. Long ago the minxes only spoke in slurs. You can come bearing gifts or even a house. From where the minx stands there seems to be no way out. As the tide rises so does the minx chaining things to the to-do list as the sun sinks. Racing the set of the sun as if there's glory to be one the minx has so much more to get done. For the minx isn't alone she has always had a litter. The sons of the minx is what drives her to never become a quitter. Wondering why the minx is so sealed I'll never question those endeavors. I only wish for the minx to avoid the rainiest weather. Special is the pain of a minx so much so that it drains the sphinx. The soul proprietor of this verse can you unify how diverse. Deep in to the vessel of I pray the return of the minxes lost love. A deep and trailing road to trail there will be justice a ringing bell. Where do the tears that trail thy face land upon on your dark days. Shed the skin oh minxes please I yarn for your silent breeze. A rhetoric deep in solitude but was it worth all you can lose. Ignite the heap of spoils that lay amongst the road that trails your way. For this day comes to no surprise, my soul wishes that you arrive. Claiming what was yours all along. There should be no place that you belong. For the universe is yours to walk as one would say you've walked the walk. Now speak aloud let them hear your pain there's much in store for us to gain. For minxes aren't a lost cause they to do grow, but would you allow them a chance to grow. The days are young and growing thin. I often feel the minxes skin.
Alajhaun Desormes MillerPublished about a month ago in Motivation
Withering Falls
Ascending from another late evening of reading books to mid-day break; I awaken to a chill uncommon around this time of day. Shrugging it off I head to the fridge near my dimly lit pantry door with frost glass searching for lemon to finish of this last bit of chamomile tea left in the tea kettle I brewed earlier this evening. I head back to my reading room where the curtains were draped back a bit leaving little to know light to shine in from the shimmering moon light of the night sky. As my hand grasp the dark curtains to pull them fully shut I notice something perching from the eighty-foot old oak centered in the yard. The tree had to be older than the house, and I've never noticed how tall it was until this moment. Glaring into the distance of the coffee table in the reading room searching for my glasses; to get a better look at what was up higher than my sight can reach. Setting my glasses on my nose bride, pushing them closer to my face with my index finger to fixate on the fixture up above, before I knew it, it was gone whatever it was. Closing the drapes I head back to my book White Fang by Jack London and continue to read for another ten minutes or so before I hear a strange sound outside my window. Pausing I stare at the window, I just closed wondering; should we take another gander? Nah, I rebutted to myself and continued to read without second thought. A chapter in a half down and my curiosity starts to get the best of me, so I place the book face down on the reading table and head for the window once more just to see if anything's out there. As I pull back the curtain the sound repeats itself again! I panic and slipped I nearly brought the drapes down with me. Foolishly laughing I realized I didn't even know what I was jumping for since the culprit to the sound never actually revealed itself. Leading me back to the window darting out with anxiousness to try an ascertain confidence as I blindly search for this figure and sound. Unknowingly my glasses had fallen under the love seat near the draped window so I couldn't see a thing only blackness and grey figures, however looking to the direction of the tree I noticed glowing gold ocular shapes. Jumping from the random find I trip over the love seat to face my glasses eye to eye so to speak. Reaching out to grab them the sound arose again from outside the window. It had to be what I couldn't make out the first two times since my balance wasn't my best friend at the moment. Fastening my sight to my face once more as I look out the window and it’s gone again! At this point it’s all I can fixate my mind to think about since it peaked my interest; none the less cant waste my time staring off out a window at nothing so I headed up stairs with my reading. Thinking to myself a hot shower can wined me down after that rambunctious roundabout over nothing I prepped to bathe. Sitting my book on the night stand along with my readers I notice the bedroom window was ajar causing a minor chill to be left on the room. Shutting it I couldn't help but to glare back at the old oak since I was at a more leveled eye field to get a better glimpse, but the water was running so the thought was short and before you know it I was in and out the shower in no time. As I exited the restroom I notice the glow from my window again, but this time it was far closer than earlier. Its cold glare made me grab my glasses without my eyes leaving the window in fear I'd lose the encounter again. I slowly dart to the window and the glow began to move backwards as I walked forward almost responding to my noticing it from a distance. It was frightening to say the least but I couldn't take my eyes off it. Reaching the window finally I bump my head not paying attention to how close I was upon the window gazing so hard at the glowing eyes. What I found odd was the eyes never blinked and they were abnormally huge. The head never moved in any other direction as well even as it moved backwards away from the direction I approached. Seeing me for the first time only made it shadow its self. Those thoughts made the hairs on my neck stand a bit since it gave no blinking response but more of a hiding one. Turning away from the window and heading for the stairs reaching the top one the sound shrieked out this time. It startled me as bad as I jumped from the sound attempting to look back at the window there it sat on my window seal. The sound in my lungs acted as white noise. My chest felt a sharp pain from my lungs retracting so fast. For the first time I could actually make out the image that shocked me so bad by the time I fully realized what I was looking at I was hurling ten feet in the air over my staircase. It was as if time froze for a moment for my feet were flailing in the air as my hands reached for the rails only to miss it, as I darted backwards down eighteen mahogany stairs with no padding. This felt like a dream since I could only picture the grotesques look on the face of what perched itself in my window seal maniacally. The eyes felt like they were piercing my soul at this point since I could only imagine where I was going to land. My neck hit the bottom step and in one breathe instead of letting out ouch like a normal person I yelled out OOOOWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!! Blacking out unconscious I couldn't remember anything, and when I tried it was the owl it came to me in a dream and spoke to me as if it was an old aged man. "Did I SCARE YOU?" mocked the owl. "I only wanted you to turn out the lights". I simply replied, you did a damn good job as we both looked down at my lifeless body being zipped into a body bag passing yellow tape to be put in the back of an ambulance.
Alajhaun Desormes MillerPublished about a month ago in Horror
