' [open book] '

distractions may occur in the spur of a glance when the world needs your help for that moment

i am content with myself when im needed for help until the minute my grasp needs atonement

i pray i dont fail because i have been failed and i know how it feels to rely

in the midst of breakdowns, pick you up from the ground and wipe every single tear you may cry

im alive cuz of you so all that i pursue is to defeat mental turmoil from my chest

my heart is the light dispite all that might progress to put me to rest

I am a flaming cactus. i puncture with pure heat. i mean punctuate with ease with natures steez. IM POETRY!

Not knowing where your’e going is a state of mind that only navigates for more mental demise

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Eyes wide shut accomplishments a surprise; pushing out the ones who feel even more cramped in size

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Lyrical, Spiritual and Imperial despite

The surrounding negatives that fill your air up in spite

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Your voice will take you places you can feel it inside so keep my words within and show this world how to shine

-ROOKA

i cant ignore when the wind sings.

so i stay up and i think.

i think about about singing most of the time.

instead the melody in me speaks.

exasperated by silence

influenced to be loud.

but when im in my moment

only i can hear the sound.

of unspoken words that churn underneath

the warmth of my soul will spread

the silence is my butter 

and my thoughts are softened bread

if i ceased from this world u still wouldnt want to heAR it

hear me. the truth since my adolescent youth

that is correspondent to a fruit in which was sweet before you.

before i. before i came to you, from you, and back

long before us and impossibilities became attached.

on the surface and border of reluctant blindness.

down deep into the inner voice of genuine determination for love.

Im sprung/ on the bad and motivated by good.

and inspired from the stars that sway above 

life is my blessing and i speak what i know

All i know is not all that’s been seen.

when i reek of pure bliss my hands and my wrists 

are being pulled and it tempers my seems

if i ceased from all this, you cant read my lips

so im sharing my souls complaints, what it appreciates 

from a stand of ones perspective

Im cleaning my slate before a psychological break

let me know if Im being directive?

Pick my own mind on everyones time so you too

can see the objective.

i remember being 7 years old and exploring the neighborhood alone. being

alone was my wilderness. i had time to think. i was only 7 years old and i

was an explorer. i would pick dandelions and blow feathery white seeds into

the air. felt like nothing else mattered but finding more to let free from their

bondage. its kind of how this world is. i was raised in what most people

would consider to be “the hood.” therefore their are dandelions, dandelion

seeds, more explorers allowing the seeds to spread. in rich neighborhoods,

there are no dandelions. therefore, there are no dandelion seeds and only

green grass will grow.

it just reminds me of the saying, “the rich get rich and the poor stay poor.”

the word prosperity has different meanings depending on where you come

from. i dont mean area or neighborhood. i mean household/family. some

people refer it to possessing an exceptional amount of material wants,

others compare it to blessings or good karma and most well-rounded people

define it as being successful and satisfied. how do i see it? i see it as a level

in life that needs to be achieved. like Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. its a

theory that in order for someone to be satisfied in life, they must reach the

top of the pyramid (self-actualization). i believe that once you have

actuality of yourself you will be satisfied and eventually succeed with

confidence.