Emotions Spilling, chilling brought tears to my soul.... The truth my red eyes can't hide... My heart holds these painful scars...death never takes a holiday... How's your, heart, soul and mind??? I don't know just required to sit in my feelings... Feeling every emotion, bombarded, trying to breathe...forgot how... Bombarded, bum rushed, lost inside the well of sentiments... A little part of me died... Heart crying the tears my eyes can't manifest... The air heavy, laying on my scars... Making me desire to scream...except. My voice ran down the street, escaping the traumatic bomb set off... Bumping my toe in the darkness is painful... Experiencing expedited expiration of life is like, dry drowning under concrete in the mixer... Yet surviving, just barely walking around blind.. The Poison coursing through my capillaries and burning my arteries... Yet, I must stay present... Swallow this bitter pill and pray... Pray that heaven is everything you expressed. That your Mom and GrandMa greeted you at the gates. You got to shake and hug Dad and Sister... I remember the gift you gave me... Letting me know, that GOD and prayer was a message you obtained... Through our friendship, the gate that reopened a spiritual relationship with our FATHER!!! Know I miss and love you dear Friends... Juanita, Cue, Sam and now Darryl save room for me... Hopefully, I perform all my work in this realm... Say Hello to everyone,.I send my love... Emotions Spilling!!! Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

[🎶 Stay woke, evil's creeping. Stay on your game, don't get caught sleeping... They try to rob and steal... while they be creeping... Stay woke....] When I look at the events of the day. I'm not surprised, but I am embarrassed by the current administration. I'm taken aback that people who are supposed to have good moral character, let evil takeover. I had to ask GOD.. What's The Lesson? Confessing...I am lost with how rabid these dogs of war are...especially when this war doesn't exist. This is a terrible business deal, a hostile takeover. Manufactured events in an attempt to obfuscate reality. The torrid torment tortures, travailing toxicity which taxes the cardiac muscles. Thousands of entries, witness testimonies, mandated to be unseen, yet our eyes know the truth. I know, about the complexities of being human and this free will we're all granted. But GOD please... Why have so many embraced evil??? I weep for those whose lives have been stolen... I cry till my eyes are red, swollen, ... Crying for the abused women and children. Again, What's the Lesson??? That evil propagates prevarication like we breathe air... Those who choose collective blindness while experiencing soul death have made a decision... Many speak about "The Rapture", Revelations claiming to speak on your behalf... Falsehoods projected, that you would select demonic evil as your representative... Wishing to direct prophecy with unconscious confusion...contusions to this Nation's soul. As followers of GOD, this instruction is what we use to walk with you. Knowing we must stay awake as divine spiritual beings... Our human hearts breaking because we don't wish our Brothers and Sisters an eternal death. Is this why we must pray for our enemies???... That we must truly learn love on your level.. Agape...raining down from heaven... The Lesson, believe in GOD only... [🎶 Stay woke, evil's creeping. Stay on your game, don't get caught sleeping...They try to rob and steal...while they be creeping...Stay woke....Don't you close your eyes...]

The cycle of life...questions. Giving information and direction when we listen... Grab a chair folks...Before I hit the Mic... Testing, Testing can you really hear me, feel the gravity in my words... The twists, turns and curves, which life throws at us... Makes so many question GOD.... So much so, folks exclaim and think GOD is Testing us... The misguided logic when we think critically... Why would our FATHER test the creation he knows??? GOD knows the number of every hair on our heads... We all must confess, 99.9 percent, don't have this strand count... Lots of us can't remember what we had for breakfast, lol... Even a blameless man like Job, thought GOD was messing with him. He was angry after being besieged, with afflictions, tragedies and death of family... Mental, emotional and physical pain too unbearable for most humans. Yet, remember it wasn't GOD testing Job!!! No matter what the fallen angel threw at him... He was steadfast in his faith...even rebuking his wife in her frustration... Even in the middle of doubt, Job talked with GOD! Addressing the only entity that can save, restore and heal, us... Now, if we are honest, 98 percent of folks aren't as good as Job...I know this truth for myself... My personal testimonies could make this work a whole book... I will only share a moment. Pitch black, dark, cold night in Nov 1977... Night reconnaissance with our squad, a map & compass. Can't hardly see the person in front of you... Trusting, hoping we have good skills to find our way.. Monkey wrench in the plans...we got lost in this swamp like area. No radio, or phone to call for help... We studied the map with the red light together, while wishing for a ride and our bunks. Looked at a knoll on the paper, deducing it as a shortcut. Single file, a hand on our buddies shoulders pushing forward... Following the compass and map for 3 miles... Helping each other over a wire fence. Found the way back to the road...but... We read the sign posted...the gasps audible..

Today, I expressed, the gentle comforts of being wonderfully loved... Enjoying Life's Comforts, a small moment of tranquility. Invited to express these feelings, I enjoy by myself... Wrapped in a soft robe and covered in a luxurious blanket... This special reflection of self care... Blankets for me, represents giving love and welcome into my personal family. Sharing ourselves is an intimate action... The ❤️ love given back, gave me a rush of dopamine. Endorphins, endorsing that.. I am love as my Sister always tells me when we chat.... As a Road Warrior, time home in my own space...invaluable.. GOD blessed me on my journeys...to arrive home safe...happy. I live in gratitude of being safe, present, intentional of loving my life... In this Empathetic Space, today, I was given extra care.. My tears seeping in the joy of the words like warm hugs.. Allowed to bring my Joy...Care... Share myself with Poets, I love...blessed, wrapped in tender kindness.. My clouded eyes see clearly, experiencing the beauty of this ritual in community... My Life's Comforts expressed from my Eytomology Blankets to your hearts... Thank you for showing me love and being my Poetry Family... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹

Where is Safety, for Black Sisters/Women??? Neck on a swivel, walking lightly... Always seemingly in enemy territory... Thinking we're a mark or an easy target.… Judging the silence in our syntax... Pause, breathe... Hold the...read... Sister, you need this J-O-B This...Man...Woman...Contract... Don't act, ghetto, ratchet, loud or crazy... Angry, Black Woman, the code words...when... They need ignorance to stand unqualified, unquestioned... Needing an accomplice to set up for a fall... Forgetting...Sisters have memories like elephants... High vibrations from THE CREATOR...intuition kicks in... The taste of sour acid in our stomachs... Mind telling you... Here comes the fuckery.... Foolishness...irritation from boys in suits...pretending... Predators attempting to steal your work... Pretending not the hear your voice in the room full of men!!! You document, observing, sending emails to burn them on the spot... Speak eloquently, translated...boys,...I'm not the one or the two... Bombing them with searing, side eyes... Polishing your resume...everyday...learning Absorbing every piece of pertinent information to take with you... Knowing the F-U is coming. Especially, when melinated brilliance doesn't look like arm candy or a trophy... Sounds like thunder rolling, rumbling causing quaking in the dermis of those living in deception's skin... Playing a rigged game designed by feckless mediocre whites, who promote their reflections in the mirror... Looking for intellectual capital to pillfer...consigned by others in their circle... Collectively obtuse and deaf...except... Sisters keep the receipts...even with some of the others... Others used to maintain a negative peace... In a world were stepping on people is evident and expected... The worst part is when white, Hispanic, Indian, Jewish women and Black men are the perpetrators... Given positions without knowledge or experience... Insecure...attempting to set traps, that they fall in themselves... This is why most Black Sisters know...