Dvn Shacklett
Stories (2/0)
Arms of comfort
Waking up with in a mindset of ease, I rise by the rays of God, I’m caressed by mother natures breeze, I’m picked up and carried, elevated, love is the vehicle to my destination, focused on maintaining my highest vibration, elevated waters in gulf my fixation, boiling water meets my wavy noodle, seasoned to my satisfaction, my current distraction, In focus Im moved by love, it is my anchor to the waters of creation, as I create my reality thru vivid meditation, In a zone that is forever flowing forever floating ideas, comforted by my thoughts that are forever gifted by God and his children, I am a vessel for his mission, I am love personified, I am the love that is not televised, love not recognized by most but affirmed with disguise, my third eye has been closed but now, I’m clear eyed, I find comfort in knowing that I am the creator, the reflection of my creator, the conductor, one of many crusaders, love is my zone of comfort, I relax into the arms of comfort with ease, Comfort is I, comfortable me
By Dvn Shacklett2 years ago in Poets
The West Baltimore abductions
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. They say a lot that doesn’t make sense to me. It’s hard to follow the narrative when it’s always been written against me. The homes of millions have been roofed by lies and built over bones of the unloved and captured.
By Dvn Shacklett2 years ago in Futurism