The Storm Roars

My problems with then was my disoriented ways

Matters of the heart, I do no comprehend

How will I make it through just another day, just another night, in my oblivious ways

Like leaches they are as thy braces my stomach

Stiffens me up to control that every moment

I am suppose to be something

Only the Universe know what the hell this can bring

I just leave them to rumble my world over and over again

Oh, in minutes I forget what my simple minded was trying to convey

If you don’t know it, well I don’t either, you control what the Quantum’s decided with that one-sided shot

Got to figure this out all by yourself

Just cleaned up my birds cage and the mud on my carpet

Small beginnings I have, big beginnings not to the end

It has a way of blocking the track

Numbing me up to feel the hacks

Got to feel the discomforts this women

So all that’s left is to protect my

descendants until Quantum’s cannot

destroy anything else

No worries, Insurance I proclaimed this goes pretty deep

Think you can handle this calling yourself

Quantum’s

Phoebe C

My life…My Story…👇

Why I do not need a Dad

Because My grandmother says, do not worry, he never did pay the dues, Humm…

My mother dear was probably a disgrace to the New Amsterdam Seventh Day Adventist Church to have these children of hers out of wedlock. People are of no joke back then even as of today. Criticism can be severe.

So, I must presume that I am unfit to be called an SDA queen. Must I resign from the dwelling of the church, I don’t think so, just avoid the fellowship.

The humiliation I face is hidden to an extend that I flee the human race. I decided so, no turning back. The universe is too disgraceful for one human to take in all such abuse.

Oh, I remembered, I am married to someone of a different culture and relational background. This is a great hindrance to the church and perhaps to my race. Go figure, I am a liberalist now and that’s what it takes.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s no other dam thing I can perhaps do but go to church for gatherings to worship a God that’s invisible to the human eye. I go no more because of the interferences of my worldly goods.

My French ways you want to learn huh, I have little figures coming up so, the avoidance is what they got.

You should have been a better steward of my arrival in the United States as It takes time to grow.

I have realized that you all did not want to share your gifts as the locals in the land called the Guyanese troops. I have learned it alright…Went back to that land for 3 months to learn of that culture that I had forgotten. Quite mesmerizing to the souls.

Some of y’all may need some of it in a minute when this crap hits the soul.
Anyway, it’s all good.

I’ve got three cultures in my soul and that means that I will never forget the good times I have lived in France.

Some complaints are that these Frenchies are interesting personalities. Why not? Leave the freaking people alone to enjoy their wine, cheese, and gold. This is not to be in excess but to enjoy a simplistic but energetic life forevermore.

My life, my stories👇

Have a blessed day😎

PHOEBE’S MANUSCRIPT

I KNOW, CHRISTMAS HAS COME AND GONE…LET’S THINK Black History Month…

E-Book…It can be purchased directly in Apple Books for a simple price. 👇

A pleasant story of a woman who has lost and found the courage to live again.
She found friends in strange places. On a special trip.
She was discouraged when a simple bird started singing melodious harmony.
The birdie strange chirps awakened her to look deep within herself and discovered how lovely she really could be.
It’s quite a story of encouragement as never to lose hope in herself again.

Authored by Phoebe C.

https://shor.by/PhoebesInstagram

My life

I was dying when I met you
Now I am crying to forget you
Just look at what you have done to me
Threating me with blindness
Day after day

Now you are coming after my friends like a missile, oh oh

When you stepped into my mind
I was getting used to being someone you loved
You spoke loud and clear
As to leave the ones you so loved
I will send them a text in later years

My immune system you shook to the core
Until I have to tremble within
Never thought I would live to see that day
When these rashes would come out on many faces

A Big Idea

We have all heard before that it’s never a good idea to put all your eggs in one basket.

In reality, should we follow this advice?

Sometimes we have not choices when this world closes in on our foreheads

I have spent 4 long months in this beautiful land called Guyana

A land surrounded by many drinks of water, off the eastern shores

The Amazon is part of it, as it burns too and from

They say it’s mostly on the Brazilian side of it.

It’s an apocalypse in san Paulo for sixteen days or more.

There’s no stopping this burning desire to reconcile with the others

Voodoo, witchcraft is the question of what I want to dwindle on in the hour

Guyana is a booming land filled with natural resources that can bring even the universe to its knees

One thing that I have observed is that the people are still plagued with monstrosities.

People are still participating in what is known as witchcraft

It’s a way of holding people back

Killing the other one’s souls

Crying to their Gods to bring people home to them

Mystical behavior is what some may want

As to intertwine between spirits and to bring disgrace

Dry bones are what it is

Let this land rise again

My little home town was so beautiful when I left, New Amsterdam

It’s a hidden gem, do not go and disgrace it again

And may all the spirits that are gone, rest in peace.

A life we focus on and may good and evil reign-eth no more

I always will say, if you come not in peace, do not say how do you do…I will understand

I have grown to love this land again😊

Mood

The color might appeal more to girls than boys, but the ingredients produced an irresistible combination of flavors

Something I fear all these years of traveling is the fear of dozing off, that my life would capsize from one bedroom and that I could not be happy without adventure.

I don’t know yet whether I will be enjoying a pastry or spaghetti today, but no matter what, I am going to open those shutters, starting at home.

Phoebe’s Journey

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. ~Oscar Wilde

Today, it’s a feeling like no other. Stop tapping against the right side of my head. Unimaginative, that jealous rage within.

Doesn’t matter though, nothing that will change the flow.

I must stop my workout and be attentive to peoples rages.

Nobody has time for that or perhaps change the ways humanity has designed life

Not interested in dictations about who I ought to be, nor spying that which I have nothing that highlights me

Vain I am, they say.

So, in vain, I remain.

It’s a hidden world of deep secrets

Understandeth all why the journey is so long

I am not a peaceful candidate for this job