Category Archives: faith

Wish Upon A Star

Times met with shimmering brilliance when I gaze the night sky.

The moment I look into your eyes, storms rage deep inside.

Causing waves of emotions of utter peace with joy, in maddening degrees.

Rising temperatures meeting a cold heart thawed into beating rhythms.

May I place myself in humble apologies because of my desire to be close?

I feel not the need but with solemn reason I declare that these feelings are rare.

Words and inspirations find quivering lips and fidgetting fingers, Wishing to trace your own.

I promise not yesterday nor let the morrow end with my conclusions.

Let me continue in present to be as you see me.

A fallen man who has risen to meet his imperfections and continues to live in confidence.

The strength not my own and though fate is not a word I find with meaning, I hold to the certainty I would never have loved anyone like you.

You are the wish upon a star.

You are my love.

Breathe.

Spending hours passing times endless counts drawn in by anxious minds racing to meet the end.

Breathe.

Catch the warm air filling lungs as it hooks you to life’s intoxication where we begin to rise by day and rest in nights embrace.

Breathe.

Let the emotions of thoughts touch you as the wind brushing against your skin to reflect a day of yesterday.

Breathe.

Love shall find you in lights blissful awakening when you begin to share your inner glow.

Breathe.

Hold to truth and let it be known.

Breathe.

Presently present futures awaiting with numbers unforeseen but let it not impede or dissuade the changes faced.

Breathe.

You are alive.

Time To Let Go

“Learn to enjoy every minute of your life. Be happy now. Don’t wait for something outside of yourself to make you happy in the future. Think how really precious is the time you have to spend, whether it’s at work or with your family. Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.” – Earl Nightingale

Countless minutes and hours pass by, we spend it contemplating what is to come or what has occurred. Enslaved by the beating seconds or ticks we hear from a clock. Since the invention of a way to track time, we have become slaves.
The repeating cycles of waking up in the morning or confined to a “working” schedule, allowing me to feel a part of the world. I’ve heard the saying growing up, “You get up and then once you step out those doors, you get on with life”, but life is more than keeping track of everything we do or to better understand when we do something.
I’ve seen people take time as a way to set goals, defining their lives based upon it. In fact, I was such a person who had to set a standard to complete myself, so to speak, by doing things in a timely manner. I had to buy a house when I was 23, 25 finish school, 27 were married, 30 have a kid, and etc. Yet a lot of my anxiety was derived from worrying about not knowing or not getting there the closer I got to that age or time. I see that now in the world and for the most part, we are being judged for not being or doing something based upon this notion.
Now, let’s be honest, time is a factor where a lot of what we do today is derived or based upon it. We run in a very right schedule all around, it helps us keep organized and we do so to have control with no chaos. Even as a kid, I learned that Saturday morning cartoons began at 7 am and stopped at around 12 when soul train would begin on WB (before CW, yes, my age is showing). Even with that being said, my mother would tell me that the Bible states that there is a time for everything, so I learned early on to never truly be controlled by it until my OCD took hold.
The reality we face today is that we have become convinced by believing we can control time instead of seeing that ultimately we have no control. Though we are told it would take X amount of hears to finish school, we may complete a degree program when we are 40, 50, and etc. We may even get married at such an age. We can die at any point in time. Though there was a beginning to the universe, time moves forward, we understand it as such because we have developed the point of view that everything has a beginning and end and is not a construct made to help us define reality but gives us history.
I’m not going to say to let go of time or keeping track but don’t lose focus of the now, this moment. We let every second pass by wishing for tomorrow or yesterday. We race to be somewhere else instead of enjoying the steps it takes to get there and in turn, we truly don’t live. What I bring to the table or to you the reader is this, let time observe you and record all that you do and who you are, for you truly are never forgotten and though we become memories, time is made to reveal our history.

Dear Love

You come across someone or something that radically alters your perception of life. In most cases, you believe that what you thought was real, is just what is perceived and yet there are moments where words can never describe what/who you encounter.

I’ve lived for quite some time, thoughts pounding and trying to escape my mind. Decisions that could impart a change or bring about such a wide perception of the world I see before me. I was unsure for the most part what love was. Jumping from indecision to trying to find some sense of a center but ultimately I just needed to understand who I was. Years of hating myself and coming to terms with what the world or others labeled me. I was a mess, a monster, as for the most part, was described. Yet, apart from such wild claims, something critical was amiss, I am human.

Years feeling alone upon this desolate world that has grown to such a state of sensitivity and emotion that the truth is hardly revealed. I have crossed all sides of the spectrum, seeking answers in places that most men would not dare. I have stared into the darkness only to find my own touch brush against the cold dirt. I have reached out to the great beyond and in the warmth of the light was burned to feel the reality of what I face. Yet never have I encountered something as real and intense as this, love.

For many trials and encounters left me in a world of longing to feel complete. Yet I was seeking for something that only I could fill in the wake of brokenness. Stories kept me entertained and I never was certain of who I was. Decades went and time revealed its toll. But as I thought all the myths and legends spoke of something beyond belief, I was shown the purest of all that is creation, love.

I didn’t fall in love at first glance. I am rising in love. Walking in love. Living in love. Stretched time reveals the evidence of emotions but it does not convey the measure of such descriptions spoken throughout history. I could never imagine such a sight, such taste, such a touch, all senses enthralled but not a prisoner of its embrace but a sense of peace.

Difficult journeys now ahead and yet I know that I am ready to face them. No matter the consequences or the results that can be bestowed, I am not alone, as you are not. I shall stand by your side, forever yours, for love was found when you allowed me to be yours. Poetry so eloquently is written as stories emerge from a beating heart held by your own, know that it comes with open arms and complete respect, trust, acceptance, honesty, affection, compassion, and loyalty. I have never been so sure.

Reigning Love

Show me thousands of stars and I will show you how you shine brighter than all.

Bringing with a reason why my world revolves around you.

Creating me with burning passion and sacrifice.

My heart calls for you.

You lead me from raging storms to bring peace to my soul.

Drive me in your hands to eternity, where love reigns.

Keep Going!

You wake up, get dressed and go on to your 9 to 5, maybe school first and then an overnight shift, second job, etc. The cycle becomes a bad nightmare, a reoccurring nightmare you wish to escape from. Maybe you will continue to buy those lottery tickets, scratch offs, and hit it big. Maybe you will get a call that a wealthy family member passed away and you inherited a fortune. Maybe but then again, more than likely, not.

I remember when I first began my blog, 24 years old with no clue. The writing was the passion and my sole purpose. Every single day I wrote elaborate stories, articles, and etc just to become recognized, have an audience. Almost 2 years since I first started calling myself a writer. A good portion of my life invested in jobs I am grateful to have had to help me pay expenses but for the most part, despised due to the nature of them. I grew to be someone I swore I would never become.

We have all had big dreams, some bigger than others, yet now as I watch the world unfold I’ve begun to truly see the benefits of never giving up.

I remember someone once told me that life was not meant for the dreamers but those who make things happen. It’s funny hearing or reading how successful people tell you how to become successful. Something we forget to consider is that people are different. A circumstance or opportunity will present itself only to one individual to help them realize who they are. Am I shutting down peoples dreams? By no means. I am merely trying to wake some people up from the delusion you see on Instagram, Facebook, and youtube with those motivational speakers telling you “how” to do things or why instead of reinforcing themselves and allow people to learn and grow for themselves. Sounds odd doesn’t it, here I am telling people to keep pushing and going at times but the reality is that you won’t listen to me unless you believe it yourself.

I’m an artist trying to get my name out there. A writer with no brand other than this blog and my art. I’ve been breaking the limitations I once had and am pushing myself past what I thought possible. I am painting abstract now, perfecting my poetry and sharpening my skills as a writer. Now, of course, I have much to learn but I still keep going because I know that I love writing and growing.

I may not be the next Shakespeare, da Vinci and etc but I am who I am and my name means more to me than anyone can judge me for. I don’t do what I do for an audience but because I love to do it. I know my value and if others recognize and support me for it then, by all means, I appreciate it all and will support them as well.

This may have been longer but this had to be written. I’ve seen a world ravaged by anxiety and depression, even within myself. But I keep going and I also present to others to do the same. Life was not made to try to reach to a point at all times but to truly find who you are, accept it, share it with others, and love, truly love. I believe this is the ultimate form of success, not what you can gain from the world but what you can give to it. This is Geeology just sharing another message. Much love and be blessed all.

Love Is Now

If I knew I could love you til infinity, I shall do so and beyond.

Stretching past the stars.

It is not unknown.

You are as the sun.

Shining ever so brightly as I orbit in exploration.

Drawn by space and met by the canvas portraying beauty.

The world’s of your mind.

Umatched and soothing light casting rays.

The outpouring of love felt and keeping me ablaze.

Burning waves met with passionate embrace.

A love that stretches time and space and is met.

Ever so present, without a doubt, love is now.

Good Morning

You help me see reality is worthwhile.

More than fancy dreams or stories on screens.

You’re my sober fantasy.

Intermixed with passionate complications of adjectives trying to understand its meaning.

Beyond the wants and needs to having you close, is what I desire.

Calling heart to a home where the string was drawn, reel me in.

Displayed beauty linked by stars to continue your radiance.

Your choice keeps me humbled.

Let the rain continue to wash away and may your smile shine to embrace after such days.

My love, this is true.

Another day.

Another way to recite my thoughts and emotions.

Another good morning to love and be.

Fruits of Love

Such a broken mind, puzzled with pieces put in place to find the image he should have beared. A tale of the ages, a curious boy, venturing to the unknown and through his journey became a man. Seeing a woman in such elegance he spoke bold, yet her allure pulled him even deeper. With courage he collected his heart and placed it before her. This woman, through times many advices, gave him some, till she wished to spend the parts she once called her own. Both these individuals, unknown to them walked through the gardens of love. How can it be so? The thoughts ran through their minds. And now we see what is born, seed planted and another tree grows. These are the fruits of love.

Forever Legend

I’ve been hearing women trying to be trap queens. While men no longer gentle, trying to be kings. All Kongs, trying to be gods. 3 am, covered in sweats, thoughts running around blocks. So watch me quick to move hands around clocks. I still work, trying to survive above dirt. Seeing racism still prevalant, though we all came from the same continent. Our crowns are hidden and forgotten. My allegiance is not pledged to a president. Let the truth and love stay relevant. The precedent, we’re all kings and queens. Our opinions infused with emotions streams. I rather be human than a monster. The facades marked by others. I don’t want to numb the pain, I rather embrace it. Revealing my strength is the control I have within my spirit. I am a forever legend. So if I die young, know of my existence, I’m here to help awaken and bring back the vision.