You Are A Star

​You may always stare at the mirror wondering what’s missing. If that certain someone will bring a deeper connection. But please listen, you are not a part, you are not missing something. You are royalty. If they cannot see your worth, it is not about proving it to them. 

Continue to shine. There isn’t “the one”, a soulmate. Touch your skin, feel your heart beat, your heart is your own. What you share is who you are, time, and commitment. If you think you can find it in someone else you will be lost. Your identity is found at the source of truth and love. Fill yourself with this and watch as it shall overflow to others and attract like-minded people. You are a treasure.

Seeking Change

(First spoken word that’s going to be recorded)

Isn’t funny how we trying to feel a hundred? Get the money with no plans? But then we do and then waste a 20 to bottle up with no stance? Seeking money and watching it slip from our hands? Looking at plates we conceived that will return in fees by pleas in grands. While we appeal to egos and present the world with brands. Taking looks at books to help us pocket but we still can’t touch change. So we pop it, rock it, releasing disappointment and stress as we drop it. Yet who we are, our character, our family, we can’t bank. Saving who we are. The love of it, root of all evil. But we remain controlled because corporations have invested in people. You need this, you’ll want that. You are not beautiful unless you add the mask. You should buy the new jams, smoke the grams, if not you’re not a man. You’re not successful if you don’t make 6 figures to get digits. How far have we come? To believe the American dream is reached by keeping asleep or that a dream is reached by being American? You are beautiful, you are worthy. Your skin doesn’t decide your future and if it troubles another then reach out to your brothers and overcome the hate with love. A revolution isnt about war but the transformation of the soul. Rebuking injustice. We are not the world, this is the Earth. We’re kings and queens, rulers at birth. Escape the bondage and find truth. Because dearly, I share this with a broken heart restored…I have love for you….seek the change.

My Love is Poetry

I speak my mind with vivid, verbal illustration. Revelation of imagination articulated in understanding my creations. Deeper bonds formed and transforms storms that surge through words. Purged and fabricated beyond the basic. Play me and know I keep in tune with higher vibrations. Misconceptions drawn apart from what is written. I’m not a product of the system. A victim transformed to a villain. I’m not a statistic, let me be realistic. Envisioning the portrayal of eternal attraction. Driven beyond passion. Two of a kind,  reciting lines to make a vow. Like how can we come together beyond time. Life in motion inscribed in my mental. Spiritually united without touching the physical. No body can feel you. Though you touch them raw. I come to love the art, heart written amongst stars. Poetry.

Living Whole

Lately I’ve been standing at the deep end. Wondering if I’m asking the right questions. Speaking from my heart with the right intentions. Confessing the depression has me numb while repenting. I feel anxiety creeping. Blood starts seeping while dreaming. Can I talk to God or will People continue to say there’s no evidence of his existence? While I smile and in my head screaming. Feeling the emotions erupt my being. Because it was plan b from failing the acing. Racing so I don’t see the alphabet forming. Letters to God as the words pouring. Storms surging through descriptions spoken with beatings. Pressure inside consuming the tears so I can no longer cry. Another guy who looks up to the sky. Asking myself why, while I carry on through nights. Light entering corners of my eyes. Blinded to the possibilities. Remininscing as a broken record. Catching the tunes and melodies. Removing masks and facades, coming to God. Forgiven memories now delivered to my savings. So you can take it to the bank. I find my own thoughts and on my knees, I am free….I live for the king…no longer need to collect the pieces….

Passing Wind

Passing wind catches my drift as the drafts pile with empty words echoing in silence. Notions that such a task would be a breeze. Yet scars open to bleed, raining from clouded thoughts. Storms that have raged behind mountains awaiting to overcome the heights. Dry spells basking to decide whether the drought of emotions is caused by the pressure. Gravity of life escaping to find the space and light. Such a twinkle caught within my eyes, reflecting the stars. Cover me with thy embrace O passing wind. Sing to me the tunes of voyages you carry out. To see beyond horizons and share my adventures. Let pieces of me mark these sheets with prints. Walking with gentle motions or force towards the passions of my soul. Caress my face with your touch and lead me to eternity. O thy passing wind, breathe life into me.

Update On Life

I wanted to take this time and just express my thoughts as of late. Life has been a constant test and yet as of late I feel as if my faith is being measured. I can’t really describe what I’ve been feeling as of late but I can say that it’s been an amazing experience. I seem more connected to who I am-though I’ve stumbled here and there-I’m seeing a growth I havent seen in awhile. 

I’ve been coming up with ideas for a new book while finishing up final edits to a manuscript format to find means to get my book published. I’ve also been contemplating on getting into vlogging. Weird isn’t it, I post like what 2-3 times per week and now I want to vlog? Bear with me, I’m trying to actually make it short teaching vids or motivational. I also want it to open up a gate way so that I can have my poetry come to life and practice for when I have time So I can perform spoken word.

My life has been constantly changing and I’m thankful for everyone who follows and reads my work. I don’t have an extravagant site-I know- it is straight to the point and in your face. I jump from my poetry to short stories to just thoughts and finally anything to help people. This is what I know I’m good at though, writing, spekaing to people and helping them and I feel alive doing it. I may not be the best and the few comments I get or the likes I see are in a way motivation. I want to say thank you to everyone and those reading my words for the first time, enjoy the ride. I’m Gee_ology aka Lucius A. Wulfe, this is the study of my life.

Soul’s Restoration

The days I come to pray the devil sees me as prey and tries to lead me in disarray. Dismayed by my failures until God’s grace is displayed. Then I return knowing, grabbing the sword and laying, slaying. Basking in his radiance, embracing his fragrance. My God, faith in you, how amazing. Saving savior bestowing my penalties. Crooked intentions now forgiven, made anew and tested by your sovereignty. Honestly giving others poetry for it is the revelation. shown as the portrayal of my souls restoration. I give them the truth, truth of you, only way, life and salvation…Jesus.