A poem by Nigel David Richey, Contributor, Culture of Awareness

At times it feels like I’ve sold my soul for much less than fame or a hot salary. Sit back and reflect, at what it takes to make sense of my personal reality ~

The way I approach aspects of life Angels above might just charge me with battery, Not enough Joy and too much strife, I aim to Ascend each heart with much more than just flattery ~

So get ahead get mad at me, tell me I’m stupid. Call me a dreamer, say how I’m stuck in some loops kid, I’ll still pay you with attention, and shoot arrows of love like cupid. We are the new team that’s been deemed to gleam, creating new light infusions titled “Revolutionary Movements.” ~

While stuck in the beginning chapter ,these pages we’ve already been through it. Next book was written by a group full of laughter, masters of impassive actions, fuck disasters they provide little distraction to these thoughts we’ve been attracting to add to life’s discussion of Positive Action. ~

Divine wedding time and I’ll be party crashing, Ask me for a sign I’ll point back at you and ask “whose really asking?” The power to make your dreams come true, hides behind a mask and, If you ask me what it takes to believe? I’ll look in your eyes and state “it’s starts with your passions” ~

Is life worth living if it’s not Everlasting ? Questions to consider, time to switch up my fashion.