If you lose someone, but find yourself, you won.

Posted in writing-blogging on 08/11/2018 by Fastjames007


Got em

Posted in writing-blogging with tags on 06/25/2018 by Fastjames007

Highly sensitive people are too often perceived as weaklings or damaged goods. To feel intensely is not a symptom of weakness, it is the trademark of the truly alive and compassionate. It is not the empath who is broken, it is society that has become dysfunctional and emotionally disabled. There is no shame in expressing your authentic feelings. Those who are at times described as being a ‘hot mess’ or having ‘too many issues’ are the very fabric of what keeps the dream alive for a more caring, humane world. Never be ashamed to let your tears shine a light in this world.

Posted in writing-blogging on 06/10/2018 by Fastjames007

-Anthon St. Maarten

Check your Natural System

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Did you know you are what you eat? Pushing the awareness that nasty buildups in the intestines makes one ill and dull toward in every aspects of life. Do good and regenerate the intestines to renew the mind in the form of repentance to spew positive abundance and affirmations in life. Did you know that bad intestines cause the disturbance towards the face that make seem one is old and ugly in the ripe of young age and the condition of intestines is what you put out? I’m no doctor Seba but this indeed the truth.

Think Fast #2 Water Fast for Three Days

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Body Prison

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We all running the race in this body of prison.

Blowing up buildings won’t do any justice. Wild is plucked from war torn land. Searching to find peace in the land of boiling pot that perceive one as terrorist.

Welp, what’s wrong with me? I’m neither black nor white. What race am I that caused me in this genetic defect I’m in? What sin that led me become the testimony of collective confusion?

I don’t know what’s wrong. Am I to blame for the past sins for either of my ancestors? Something is precious, stolen and tampered to forge split identity.

Grew up from environmental factors that I’m allergic to. Oh I mean ill to the circumstances where I’m not immune to. Better to fast with fruits and vegetables.

Don’t want to be told and sell short by idiots. Authorities tell me what to do even the fake whom are not to be entrusted to the feminine energy. Heck, I don’t know who to trust.

It’s deeper than where its actually at to uphold the gifts of war and unleash when the time to kiss the dragon. Who’s the Master? Several wishes shall be granted.

Demonized for being the harbinger of the mark that align with the universal frequencies that spoke the living word of matter to existence.

Ashamed to see why I cover under the sheets of dirt and cower among the shadows that appeal to the pleasure principle. Full of guilt trips to swallow the pain away because happiness is fleeting.

Some say it’s a birthmark or another side of universe pouring out stardust in the speed of light. It’s nothing but art in the body prison.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

Posted in writing-blogging on 05/30/2018 by Fastjames007

-G.K. Chesterton