Author: Yaselynn @HoneyKnight.99

I’m journaling through space and time. As a natural born foodie, seeking to establish my own mental health and wellness retreat centers. Evaporating my fears, fighting adamantly for self-love. As a connection activist, I diligently express modern relationships painted vivaciously through the lenses of Poetry, Psychology and some legal finesse. Enthusiastically imparting empathetic, empathetic love, counseling all broken yet kind hearts. As a philosophical, music, literature analyst, teaching traditional dance and integrated health as a mental health and wellness physician. My love for God outweighs our silly interpretations of religion, reminding others and self-reflecting on good religion,relationships and love. Contrary to popular belief we can be happy on earth and in heaven.

Loving In The Deep!

To see you burn and come through as pure gold.Loving in the deep without time, limitations or fear.I love you now, I’ll love you then.Victory is given to those who endure until the end and remembers love conquers all fear.

Strength & Unity

Everyday my strength unifies and reconnects to my innner spirits hidden strengthen. Life is teaching me that there isn’t another voice wiser than the one speaking deep inside of me. Everyone must die and be placed underneath my feet, as mulch for my strength and unity growth to sprout freely.

Closed Case

It’s a closed case when I examine the evidence, I see the crime and the victim is hesitant. Speak up … More

Roots of Bitterness

Rumor has it that God has poor judgment, he’s overly critical, and has unrealistic expectations for humanity. God’s mercy seems silent or absent to those afraid to allow him to speak because they are scared of being judged unfixable, or incongruent with his plans. Admittance of hurt is the first step in any conflict resolution, so be bold….

Consumption

Sweet Honey drips across chapped bare lips.
A sated man loathes foreign honey.
For in due season a man cultivates his delicate honeycomb fruit.
While slowly watching his honey pot boil brew.

Dry Cry

I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.