Minds Freedom

There is nothing like a notepad and pen, scratch your thoughts and rewrite them
Peek back on what you wanted to erase, you might not have used them then, but you can use them now...in a different place
Time creates emotions, sensitivity explodes the dislikes and envy...but still love the bad and good from all human roots, produce fruit from the origin and form our own traits,
I believe in a formatted plan or just trot along unsheltered waters, just flow, winds take me higher and I am high, Omie high just free stylin,
I lose myself, brain is distracted, disrupted, distrusted moving in the opposite direction than intended, but I'm not lost
I am found, I hear a familiar sound, programmed to what I used to know,
lay low and behold the almighty redeemer,
I do not stop, I keep rocking boats, bundled coats from the cold, adding honey roasted nuts to my food, 
I look good, I feel fine, joy is full-time and I sublime, fresh white silk, linen clean, smell of bitter and sweet, but just the right treat,
Loving each beat, b-boppin, creating a flow with my own body cause I don't like to rock with nobody, especially if you're not that somebody
No this is not for everybody for I love my body
I cruise alone along highways, unsteady replays of hard knocking, continue soul searching for greater worth, pleasurable meaning of the incredible love, withstanding me, yes thats all me, to love thee uncontrollably, unconditionally,
my beautiful fruit is forbidden, 
I close my eyes and I just glide, seeping through cracks of unmentioned emotion, only possibilities of what could be crucified feelings, 
Instead in my mind positivity out weighs the negativety and here I go,
no you cannot go unless you are invited, secret passage way, pass code, you cannot enter unless I am your mentor - mentally/physically, 
I monitor each move 10 steps ahead, you are not able to clown or ride me,
I am serenity, Queen B, creating new lines, circles of life producing fruit for the young ones; My name is written in the sands, the sky, written in my loved ones eyes,
Cries only I can hear for I do not fear
I stand up with my chin up raising roof tops; nurturing, talented, intelligent young lives by my side, 
wholesome loaves arise....spread their wings wide; fly with joy over seas of courage and strength, dipping in wet, green serenity
internally creating vision of sound in the mist.