tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11952784923193621312024-03-22T00:56:34.591-04:00Mister Riley's CornerWhere dreams become stories, and stories become life.
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;">The Decision to Live Free<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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Life has shown itself
to be whatever one makes of it. All that is needed is the mind and belief. But
many believe that what one achieves is because of themselves, divine
intervention or a combination of the two. Both play a major part, but when do you
know which one to activate? How does one impart success with their own being?
How does one invoke divine intervention? Can you bring about your failure trying
to use them? Never did I know that these things would be the reason as to why I
was not successful in my life. Until now. And it was all because of me and my
beliefs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Let’s
be clear. This is not a get-rich lecture. There is nothing here that is for
sale. I just wanted to share what I realized in me, and hope that I help
someone to see what they need to do to change their trajectory. Who does not
want to be successful? Who does not want to feel accomplished and fulfilled? We
are given this life to live and make the most of it with the time allotted.
Every day is an opportunity to make a difference in our lives by being a difference
in others. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>So
how did I go from being a failure in thought to being a growing success in
self? I changed my mind. That’s it. That is literally all I did. I stopped
looking at others, and started looking at myself. I stopped equating my worth
to the worth of others. Success is something that is subjective. What one deems
as success is not a universal type. But social engineering and lack of self-awareness
can have one believe that if they are not where another is, then they are not
successful. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I
hope by now you are understanding why I am writing this. You are more than what
you see in the media. You are worth more than what belief systems and
ideologies portray. You do not have to be a billionaire to be successful. You
can be worthless with eight figures in your account. Money does not make you.
Money helps you to live comfortably. But that is it. It only helps. Teachings
from religious systems will tell you that wealth is a sin, or that it will keep
you from having a relationship with a higher power. But at the same time, tell
you to give your wealth to them to be of service. This is not an attack on
religion. This is a word of advice to not become so lost in teachings, that you
believe the spin which keeps you from understanding your worth. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Whatever
you put your mind on, you align with. Whatever you concentrate on, you
attribute to your life. But the energy behind your thoughts is what powers your
life. You can think that you deserve more. But if your energy is saying that
you deserve nothing, no matter how much you think you deserve more, you will
get nothing. What is your source of thought? What is your energy base? What is
the foundation of your belief? Did you put it there, or was it implanted? Take
the time to ask yourself these questions. From there, ask yourself this one question.
Do you know who you are? If you can answer that question with honesty, then you
can change your way of thinking. And then, you can change your life. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Know
who you are, so you can know what you are worth. Make up your mind what success
is to you, and then put your energy behind that vision. Because what may be
success to one, can be oppression to another. Learn yourself, and enrich yourself.
This is your road to happiness and wealth. Whatever you dream of, will be in
your possession. Just believe. <o:p></o:p></div>
<br />Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-49751628985643143092016-09-24T14:53:00.001-04:002016-09-24T14:53:39.639-04:00Inner Sanctum (There Is)<p dir="ltr">You stand before me <br>
Willing to know what is the base of my thoughts <br>
And wanting to see them in manifestation <br>
I watch you <br>
Longing to see why my gaze upon you <br>
Is so piercing <br>
Yet distant <br>
I feel your energy <br>
You open your mouth to close it again <br>
There is much to be said <br>
And yet no words are spoken <br>
I reach out to you <br>
Taking your hand in mine and tell you <br>
To kneel <br>
You obey in wonder <br>
Our eyes are locked in each other <br>
You see me <br>
But I see into you <br>
You are afraid <br>
Not of what I might do <br>
But because you feel that I <br>
Am not as deep into you <br>
As you are with me <br>
And as you open your mouth <br>
To ask what is going on <br>
I kneel down with you <br>
You are my princess <br>
My wondrous little <br>
And with all that is in me <br>
I look to you <br>
Not as my object <br>
But as my prized possession <br>
You have meaning <br>
There is purpose <br>
We are more than just two beings <br>
With a common bond <br>
Our uniqueness is abstract <br>
Like art painted on acid <br>
Togetherness that is as nontraditional <br>
As oil and water <br>
Yet with each shaking <br>
With each agitation <br>
Our love finds a way <br>
To emulsify <br>
And as we kneel together <br>
And you stare at me in confusion <br>
I take you in my arms <br>
And tell you <br>
That I love <u>you</u></p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-72823952986191404832016-09-24T14:39:00.001-04:002016-09-24T14:39:09.142-04:00Tango<p dir="ltr">Don't stop dancing with me <br>
Don't let go of my hand as we turn <br>
Don't do that <br>
Just trust me <br>
I know that with each step <br>
You want to know that <br>
I'm in control <br>
I will not let you go <br>
You are my balance <br>
With each step <br>
I show you <br>
That there is growth <br>
Fluidity in our movement <br>
Togetherness <br>
I am not in this for myself <br>
No my little girl <br>
Not in this for me at all <br>
For as I grow to perfection <br>
It is not of myself <br>
But with you <br>
Which is why as I lead <br>
I hold you tightly <br>
Because I can only dance perfectly <br>
With you <br>
And as you see growth in me <br>
You will see that I grow <br>
To be a better example <br>
For you <br>
Don't let go of my hand<br>
<u>Don't</u></p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-33711401253144560792016-09-24T14:22:00.001-04:002016-09-24T14:22:59.393-04:00Impulsive<p dir="ltr">My heart is not a stone <br>
And with each breath within each day <br>
It beats strongly with a yearn for you <br>
You are not out of my mind <br>
I am out of my mind with emotion <br>
Thinking of you so much <br>
But still feeling like never enough <br>
I ache for your touch <br>
I feel your fingertips and your breath <br>
On my lips <br>
I'm not just in love with you <br>
I'm in lust and like and infatuated <br>
I smell you near me even though <br>
There are many miles in between us <br>
You may think <br>
I'm not attentive <br>
But <br>
I pay attention to you every time <br>
We are together <br>
To better learn you <br>
I don't take you for granted <br>
I can't get enough of you <br>
So if you don't hear anything else <br>
Then hear this <br>
I'm listening to you always <br>
And the only thing impulsive <br>
About my dealings with you <br>
Are my desires to continuously kiss you <br>
Everyday</p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-72885960002325199022016-09-22T23:48:00.001-04:002016-09-22T23:48:36.094-04:00Annual Rotations<p dir="ltr">Once again <br>
Another revolution around the sun <br>
Completed <br>
Number 36 <br>
Times the ten phases of transformation <br>
Equaling the eternal Cypher <br>
As mind grows to build better states of being <br>
To leave a legacy <br>
That carries on <br>
Being in existence before manifestation <br>
God made all things <br>
To in time make me <br>
And for this <br>
I am grateful <br>
The moon glows in the distance <br>
Yet closer than those who promised <br>
To never leave <br>
This is when understanding takes place <br>
For their presence is no more <br>
But their lessons intact <br>
As the warm air of the first night <br>
Fills my lungs <br>
Autumn <br>
When the season changes for harvest <br>
I shall reap from every experience <br>
When the leaves become amber <br>
And the winds blow <br>
The dropping of decay begins <br>
Pay attention to the seasons in your life <br>
And learn how to cultivate your soul <br>
The trees tell the tale of what is <br>
Fall <br>
When the branches show their wisdom <br>
And the kingdom prepares for what is ahead <br>
I shall be thankful <br>
For this season <br>
And the birth of eternal change </p>
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More than my body <br>
But to my mind <br>
More than my mind <br>
My soul <br>
I yield to you <br>
As you to me <br>
Our bond too real <br>
To not feel </p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-43661300521232958922016-09-05T23:03:00.001-04:002016-09-05T23:03:43.555-04:00Familiar Senses<p dir="ltr">Waking in emptiness <br>
Pointless thoughts in mind <br>
Eating to survive <br>
Washing to be clean <br>
Existence is not the same <br>
But yet the only remain <br>
That is left to be held <br>
Is her essence </p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-28151698494818015502016-09-05T22:59:00.001-04:002016-09-05T22:59:57.131-04:00As Nature Intended<p dir="ltr">I want to take a walk with you <br>
Through the thick branches and <br>
Fully blossomed buds on the tips of <br>
Extended appendages that look like <br>
Fingers made of wood <br>
Let's go for a trip <br>
Tiptoe through the fields of nature <br>
Allowing the snap of twigs be the sound <br>
Of our newly blazed trail <br>
May this be as organic <br>
As our love </p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-81600815240798332122016-09-05T22:56:00.001-04:002016-09-05T22:56:42.624-04:00Black Mona Lisa<p dir="ltr">If you saw that you are art <br>
To me <br>
You would not be so inclined <br>
To keep yourself <br>
Behind the frame</p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-23692216234262540052016-09-05T22:54:00.001-04:002016-09-05T22:54:31.074-04:00Stage<p dir="ltr">Waking up with a mission on <br>
Strong like a bodyguard <br>
But swift so the body gone <br>
You don't wanna mess on <br>
The last leg you stand on <br>
So it's best <br>
That bygones be bygones <br>
Otherwise you come home <br>
Your life gone <br>
Broad daylight <br>
And so you see <br>
The lights on </p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-85529846037868025752016-09-05T22:50:00.001-04:002016-09-05T22:51:20.165-04:00Juicy Dreamer<p dir="ltr">Dreamer <br>
Creamy dreamer <br>
She is more to me than a fantasy <br>
And sweeter <br>
I know of her passion <br>
And to drink <br>
Is delightful </p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-24482889058123541702016-09-05T22:48:00.001-04:002016-09-05T22:48:20.994-04:00Pillow Talk<p dir="ltr">I told you <br>
I love you <br>
But the words could not <br>
Be fully manifested <br>
For you to <br>
Know <br>
A whisper <br>
Words <br>
Spoken for you to feel<br>
With each breath <br>
That you <br>
Take <br>
It was not enough <br>
But yet <br>
You gave me a chance <br>
To give you all <br>
That I could <br>
In hope <br>
That you would receive <br>
And be filled <br>
We make love <br>
With our souls <br>
And with our bodies <br>
We reenact that <br>
Which our spirits <br>
Were doing for <br>
Eons <br>
The ether <br>
Of our beings <br>
Etched <br>
In the cavity of <br>
My carcass <br>
Dying slowly <br>
But tonight <br>
We live <br>
As forever you will <br>
In my <u>existence</u></p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-47599720985396783142016-09-05T22:40:00.001-04:002016-09-05T22:43:37.808-04:00Soul University<p dir="ltr">Lessons <br>
Are not always taught <br>
From textbooks <br>
Our learning <br>
Comes from experience <br>
Growing together in union <br>
Understanding each other <br>
In diversity <br>
Adversity <br>
Separating us yet <br>
Even then we learn <br>
Together <br>
How can two <br>
Who love each other so strong <br>
Be so off? <br>
Or so on? <br>
Soul mates <br>
Souls mate <br>
Through time and chance <br>
To meet by fate <br>
To teach each other<br>
Each other </p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-52176626347945208712016-09-05T17:05:00.001-04:002016-09-05T17:05:04.136-04:00The Howling of the Gentleman<p dir="ltr">As the moon waxed full<br>
He stood<br>
Watching the clouds roll pass<br>
His energy filled to capacity<br>
His thoughts getting the best of him<br>
For he loved her<br>
But she disappeared<br>
Not from the earth<br>
But from his life<br>
Swiftly as she came<br>
She left<br>
Leaving a void that no picture<br>
No conversation<br>
No memory<br>
Could fill<br>
As the moon waxed full<br>
His breath exhaled heavily<br>
The humidity in the air made his lungs<br>
Feel like anvils<br>
His nails slightly extended past his fingertips<br>
He draws them to his nostrils<br>
And pray for her scent to manifest<br>
She held a place in his heart<br>
That no one could ever grasp<br>
And yet<br>
In knowing this very thing<br>
She became<br>
What he is known as<br>
Ghost<br>
She took with her what he loved about her<br>
Sunshine<br>
And now<br>
As the moon is waxed full<br>
And the clouds begin to blanket the sky<br>
He takes to the form that protected him<br>
All of these years<br>
Not all wolves are evil<br>
Some are more passionate<br>
Than many humans</p>
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I was asked to speak on<br>
What to me is the epitome<br>
Of every quality that is heavenly<br>
And I pondered the challenge well into<br>
The morning new<br>
Until I looked at my phone<br>
And saw that I had a message that was drafted<br>
And it was intended for YOU<br>
So then I considered<br>
The brightness of your smile<br>
That shines so beautifully<br>
I'll board a plane and fly those miles<br>
And let's not forget that I'm afraid of heights<br>
But to know that I'll be in sight of you<br>
Makes every turbulent bump alright<br>
Your dimples are trenches<br>
Seeing your cheeks rise so high<br>
Is almost like a slam dunk contest<br>
Clearing the benches<br>
I'd give you a 10.5<br>
Because that's the only thing harder<br>
Than the time we saw the rim elbowed by Carter<br>
Vinsanity<br>
Imagine me telling you that when I see your name<br>
That I go insane<br>
Or better yet I'm writing a song<br>
Using the sound of your name<br>
To be the melody to my ears<br>
And oh yeah<br>
Your ears are so pleasurable<br>
I know you are waiting<br>
To see if I'll get to your curves<br>
And I will<br>
But even the highway<br>
Teaches us to ride<br>
I don't wanna lose my time<br>
I'm not trying to go fast<br>
Plus I saved up cash<br>
In case I needed to get gas<br>
Because nothing can run on fumes<br>
But your perfume is liable to make me bloom<br>
Just let me sing this tune<br>
🎵I can smell you from across the room🎵<br>
And watching you walk through the crowd<br>
Makes me want to shout out loud<br>
MAKE WAY FOR MAGNIFICENCE<br>
I'll lay down my jacket for you<br>
Long as you don't wet up those digits<br>
Hips so full that each step is a nod<br>
To the fearful and wonderfully made Maker<br>
And it would take an act of God<br>
To tell me otherwise in the fact<br>
That there is nothing more beautiful<br>
Than the blessing from the bone that was removed<br>
From the man Adam during his nap<br>
And if you want to debate that<br>
You can meet me after the benediction<br>
Only thing man can ever have as an addiction<br>
Is the woman<br>
Lord, keep the cure</p>
Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-82174887727672860992016-04-13T09:39:00.001-04:002016-04-13T09:39:42.477-04:00Lunch Date<p dir="ltr">You never really knew <br>
How much you mean to me<br>
I gave you my heart<br>
My mind<br>
My soul<br>
And in return<br>
You took it<br>
And gave me a world<br>
So cold<br>
I tried to understand<br>
How can a man be understood<br>
When secretly he has to live<br>
Stood over<br>
They say men don't hurt<br>
They don't cry<br>
And they don't care<br>
But that's not true<br>
Because men do dare<br>
To open their mind<br>
And try to tell her<br>
That she is so fine<br>
But not in body<br>
But perfect in mind<br>
And in time<br>
She will see why<br>
That she will be mine<br>
But that's not the case<br>
.<br>
.<br>
.<br>
The case is official<br>
The stains in the pillow<br>
The steps in the stairs<br>
You do not care<br>
That I opened a door<br>
Just so you can ignore that<br>
I share<br>
My everything <br>
For you to treat it like nothing<br>
I showed you real<br>
And you said I'm bluffing<br>
If I could take it back<br>
I would not change it<br>
But I'll show you something more<br>
The blackness I live in<br>
The darkness I sit in<br>
The void that I spit in<br>
They don't know beginning<br>
I live in the ending<br>
I sit on the building and look down<br>
Seeing if there is a crack<br>
I can fit in<br>
I gave you my heart<br>
You gave me your ass<br>
I don't even have a farm<br>
What I'm gonna do with that? <br>
Even if I had worked it<br>
You would say, "Chill"<br>
Cuz it's just ass <br>
As if I only wanted the work<br>
You driving me berserk<br>
I wanted us to last<br>
At least long enough to laugh<br>
The last laugh is the past<br>
And now you hustle on<br>
I'm another gone<br>
Thinking I wouldn't mind<br>
But I'm still stuck in mine<br>
My feelings are not that strong<br>
To handle you telling me<br>
That you're glad that I love you<br>
But you don't care much for me...</p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lqx6oBVgFFE/Vw5MHWLkHoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/s1600/IMG_20160403_044917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lqx6oBVgFFE/Vw5MHWLkHoI/AAAAAAAAAjM/s640/IMG_20160403_044917.jpg"> </a> </div>Mister Rileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280294681980679328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1195278492319362131.post-5652930214129976662015-10-22T01:23:00.001-04:002015-10-22T01:39:37.245-04:00Jukebox<p dir="ltr">Play it again<br>
Another round<br>
No, you can have the peanuts<br>
Funny how in a packed room<br>
You still find yourself alone<br>
Ask questions<br>
Looking for answers<br>
And for what? <br>
So many want to be strong<br>
And it is with experience<br>
I see the pain in everyone's eyes<br>
The woman who tries her best<br>
To be ladylike because she wants to hide<br>
How much of a nympho she is<br>
That guy who is quiet<br>
Not because he is shy<br>
But because he preys on women<br>
Who see the silent type as weak<br>
I see their flaws<br>
The couple who are there laughing<br>
Trying to repair their relationship<br>
That is already finished<br>
Even the bartender<br>
Who fills ever glass that is called for<br>
And yet is empty in his soul<br>
Because his fiancée left him<br>
For the girl next door in apartment 3A<br>
No<br>
I don't need alcohol to see<br>
What it is that they all hide<br>
Nor do I need it <br>
To drown out their sorrows <br>
It's not even for me to escape the cries<br>
In my head from all of the tears<br>
I hold inside<br>
No<br>
I just need something that is stronger<br>
Than the salty swallow of my own saliva<br>
To let me know<br>
That I'm not <u>alone</u></p>
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From the well of my soul<br>
Leaving me to overflow<br>
From my containment<br>
My chambers<br>
Burst </p>
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Desert plains<br>
Somewhere high in the mountains<br>
I wish to see you clearly<br>
As the firmament above</p>
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Gift on the table<br>
Bottle chilling on ice<br>
And a phone call<br>
Saying that we're <u>through</u></p>
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Emotions creating undercurrents<br>
Ripping apart my soul<br>
But I drift out further<br>
Hoping that the storm<br>
...</p>
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Reaching for emptiness<br>
Hoping one of those lights<br>
Are you thinking of me </p>
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Ever interrupting entities with no rhythm<br>
Changing the order of orbiting perfection<br>
Taking the place of where our worlds <br>
Were supposed to align<br>
And now fascinating you<br>
To forget this <u>galaxy</u></p>
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The silky moon<br>
There lives a heart<br>
That plays a tune<br>
Of <u>loneliness</u></p>
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