morning prayer-poem or, prayoem. ;)

this might be a poem. maybe. depends on what a poem is. maybe it's a prayer. labels r so restricting. ;) i don't know what to call lots of stuff that bubbles from inside me, other than just 'me'.   i used 2 never consider myself special.   the more i let out what comes from inside (me) the more i realize how beautiful life can be.  how special is that?  :)

take ur time 2 read things.  take ur time, take ur time, take ur time.  slow down.  let words resonate within you.  there is great meaning in slow.  peace.


15 pounds gone.
lighter tighter pumpkin seeds r ripe 4 eat'n.
no meat, it beat the feet (it left, exited the building)
i eat more health than wealth, of portions in control.
stretch, bend, bake that cake,
i'll have a piece no doubt!
everything in balance, taken in stride,
with patience 'n disciplined control.
don't eat too much 'n look like a bacon roll.  (it just came 2 mind.  lots of bacon & bread won't be doing ur insides proper, hence improper distortions of uf exterior ie: yo fat! ;)
things of nature for thousands of years
are perfect for us as they are.
no need for boxes, hydroxes, dyes & brew,
carbonates or ectofates & garbeldy goo.
read that label is what we must do
realize what's in u can kill u 2.
look to the light, turn it on in ur head
wake up to sunshine when u get outa bed.
become aware, look in wonder
don't give a shit bout ur blunderous thunder,
& rain, washing under the bridge connecting u 2 shore.
go like the river u stand b4,
bending turning, washing around
ebbing, flowing, bouncing abound.
bend like a reed i'd heard bruce lee'd said
flow like a butterfly another man read.
look up, look down, look out!
to the world in its way
it will show u if u pay,
attention,
to ur insides.

love the world we are in,

Peace.