Strategy & Structure. Architecting Market Position
When “Let Me Go”
Is “I want you to stay”
“For the love of God, set yourself free.”
Pushing away, yet needing so much,
Sacrificing all for idealism you clutch.
Stupidity you thought you never caught
Now weighs you down, like tangled knots
Do yourself a favor: live,
Breathe deep,
take what life can give.
Eat, pray, love and repeat
for God’s sake, please,
Unshackle yee soul and findeth thy peace.
Your left hand, your masterpiece,
Right brain’s hemisphere it reads
Keep it close, yee bold creatives
The truest art defies directives.
An act of rebel is within your midst
It’s at your left you are most right
Keep it close, all yee bold creatives.
This hollow numbness fills the air,
A penetrating scream, too much to bear.
The world hums out for love’s light
All I can do is craft mine
I hear love rise when we all try…
We keep talking
Saying everything
But not what we feel
We fill in the blanks yet they still remain,
Spaces that words can’t truly explain.
We keep it clean
We’re careful with the sheets,
Keep tidy and neat,
Playing it safe with strategies discreet.
We say it all, yet miss what we plead,
Dancing around the words we need
The thought hit me, clear as light,
I’ve died a thousand times
I stood the fight.
Every birthmark, a tale etched deep,
Every birthday, a victory I keep.
You are needy, you crave, you yearn,
You are possessive,
you want it with every turn.
You’re passionate, firey, dont stop the burn
You are loving, lifting hearts higher.
You receive with arms open wide,
Be proud of the obsession, don’t hide.
You are me, why fight?
Gods Grace 🙏🏾
Instinctively, I know the game of chess,
Playing my role in this hunger quest.
Some say “checkmate” first,
I’m the late bloomer guest,
Steadily building my little nest.
By God’s grace and Grandma’s rest,
And for sure, the air I breathe is my witness.
I play my part here and there,
Watch the magic stars descend,
Take notes, reassess,
But never relent.
Rockstar pose, wanting the best,
..but never without zest
But one day she’ll leave this earthly spot.
When she shuts her eyes,
starting the process of glimpsing inward
she’ll clearly see,
The mornings fresh dew
In the Norderplantsoen
She’ll recall the thousand grabs in Bali’s air,
She’ll then dwell on her first love’s sweet, awkward stare.
Days she yelled for him to stop the gazing flare
Oh and the gazebo,
Were they stood under at night.
She’ll remember days of dreaming bright,
Of futures shaped in hopeful light.
She’ll remember crafting her own fate,
From life’s ordained mistreat’s,
Searching for the good and great,
Continental debates ..
And maybe she’ll remember too,
The one who’s reading this, that’s you.
Irene, she’ll digress
Roses will cure her pain,
A Cinderella dress, will make her love again.
A sweet candlelight dinner,
Enchanté, Bordeaux red wine,
flowing like a river.
With grace, she‘ll ignore the mess,
Shes Just a pretty face, on the reign
All untrue, but let’s fuel the flame
King
How can I be more loving to you?
Did the word “king”
not reveal I’d bow for you?
Did the sensations not give away
This is one of a kind and new?
Did you not seek
and find your equal, your truth?
If you kick me down
I know for sure you’re not my king
If you lift me up, then you just might be