~Seated. Settled. Calm. Relaxed~

There is nothing but a peacefully neutral voice to be heard.

One who has conquered his nerves.

Whom wants to take life and learn, be who you are in earth let it yearn.

So Speak to the hearts, lead your truest, it’s your destiny to do it.

Take up your box, and open it far , no need to sit upon it, you got it.

Now allow all pf your deepest fears to fall apart, and subside, no space for that memory left in your mind, now open sail wide wide, reveal that blessing that you’re nursing inside . as the trumpets blow the, tides high, and wash away all that has been troubling your times.

spirit of my life is taking his strides

May your boy strike your chords as the heart of The Artist reach the Lords,



My Destiny is my only true calling,  

I listen – when it is talking,

I learn and press on through the emotional scorch,

guided by a powerful torch.

Believing that I am the one to take those steps paved for me,

& no other man.

I can hear it calling me,

awaay from those dark and twisted alleys of distraction & confusion, towards my life and my futures destined fusion.

I believe in it.

It keeps me persisting, even,

when I persist to fall & stall.

Destiny brings me back to reality,

away from delusion &  towards where I belong;

place of light, of identity & of purpose. 

A stronger belief, is growing in me,

funny how it all began…

as small,

as a mustard seed.

As my flow smoothens,

I become more & more intrigued as to where My DestinY will lead.

See. DestinY will never breath unless I chose to believe


So I Sow My seed.

And care for them – to grow, into fruitful luscious trees;

To have them be the source of oxygen That Yours and Mine dreams need to breathe.

 And never forget the goal to bless others with your seed.

 So let us see, from where and when my journey began…

Oh… Through to the joy and the pain,

As I press on against these bains,

Knowing I am yet to embrace the best of my days

…the triumph in my soul had already sang.

DestinY, is only in, the palm of my hands.



47 – Balance

I am superhuman, with super senses in my soul and mind,

armed with a demeanour to protect me from all the evil kinds,

equipped with an electrified pylon in my mind, that is my vibe…

what it emits for you people… is only reached if we are on an equal.

You can visualise the pulsating bolts of lighting sparking far and wide from the top to all sides of the hill, of course a baby blue sky and fur white clouds brushed in streaks

And so if you are struck, by this bolt

take every single piece of me I give,  And the power to do as You and Eye can do.

And do all you can, from the power I had, to do those things I never did.

Although armed with all this my soul still heavily cries

It seems no matter what is available on the outside for me to reach, I can never seem to numb the pain on the inside.

Because my soul and Spirit were once split.

And now there has been a gravitational shift, towards freedom from a world of being stiff, a balance to be reached!


I have been afraid of myself and too afraid to give.

For deep inside, nervous, and on the surface, my entity is afflicted, I spent day and night fighting my wicked side, emotionally hurting and mental friction making my silence overwhelmingly violent

Whatever this darkness is, it breaches my heart in a way no man can.

I want to spread love and peace, come tell me different if you please but my ears were not for you.

My ears were for these.



Looking For Freedom

Looking for freedom; awake and dreaming, reaching peace with actions performed closely to the firm expectation of ones spirit, resonating a power unsurpassed without even speaking. Burning the vanity, and warring for identity.

Communicating good word and developing integrity. Linking and linking, deeper and deeper, stronger and stronger, to pull me from the void in my soul the moment I begin sinking.

On my feet, I have my vision, an ear to listen, learning how to understand because empathy can bring much light on difference, as well as being used to conclude a wise decision  where indifference could have made a painful incision. My eye is on the present, and my eye is on the future, and my sixth sense is growing towards the revolution.

They, and all will be drawn to our power.

A power that oversee’s, knows how to respond when emotions are as rough as the sea of hoces, a power that trusts in oneself.

Then  bring forth soundness and sturdiness, but reign down on op-posers, as though an asteroid belt had been whipped from Saturn’s waist, storming through the system solar, leaving the enemy in waste.

A life without trust is but dust, a life with trust is like forming gold out of dust.

Whilst lies cause image to rust, capitalists of creed have enough money to cover it up.

A man in his prime still bury’s his time, someone please let us know the value of life, because our souls are clockworks of emotion, poisoned by dark arrows, well who holds the antidote? I know it’s God, but men beg to differ, as a stubborn heart tends only to become stiffer.

So if truth is freedom, and our power is the key too speak out and hold down our values carrying out all actions to create places based on what we believe in, then bring those together who care, and pull down those who try to manipulatively contain us, then this belief can truly change us.

Freedom – J Pinnacle 30/10/2017 @ 00:59



The belief is our momentum, a power to correct us, the graceful source for our minds to shape us, the strength to keep us, the vision to lead us. Our actions are derived from our momentum, the steps we take to conquer, however big or small, this is what we long for, our journey is now, there’s no asking when or how, we just believe, in making reality of our dreams

Silver Sky

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