25 7 / 2014
"I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting."
25 7 / 2014
"Just love your life, through and through.
Learn to TRUST yourself.
Learn to BE STILL and listen to the voice inside of you.
Learn to BELIEVE beyond the lingering echos of the doubtful.
Learn to live what you are suppose to live and let go of the rest.
….no one can create the path for you.
Learn to LIVE THE BREATH to the fullest and let it carry you above and beyond, all that is a stronghold.-D’elve"
07 7 / 2014
Oh, they’ll encourage you to fight. Encourage you to look like a complete ASS in the street. Pulling each other’s hair, calling each other “niggas, black niggas, b—- ass niggas… You know, as if to degrade one another. They’ll Pull out their cell phones, root you on like the paparazzi and make you feel like a star— but they Will NEVER, I say they will NEVER encourage you to be successful, go in their own pockets to invest in your future so you can become something greater! Why?! Because you might become greater than them!
The ghetto will always be the ghetto because the ghetto has become a lifestyle— that two edged sword that most have long come to accept. Oh, things could change and would change BUT AIN’T SHYT GONNA change, til “niggas” (yeah I said it) — start WANTING AND CRAVING a better life….for themselves! No one can want that for them—-no one can do the work for them— BUT THEM!
06 7 / 2014
26 6 / 2014
"LOVE is that one thing, that is very sure… So there should never be a time when you find yourself having to prove it.. for love is what it is.. the feeling is unmistakable…its truth undeniable. So while the one you love has you jumping through the last hoop, remember this: Love can only show, what one is willing to see.-D’elve"
23 6 / 2014
23 5 / 2014
"Don’t ever be afraid to say ” It hurts,” that’s where the healing begins!-D’elve"
23 5 / 2014
"STRUGGLE is belief system; believed so much that is becomes a lifestyle.
EVERYTHING, doesn’t have to be a struggle.
At some point, each of us, should have been able to gather enough (understanding) for ourselves, enough to share… enough to finally live!-D’elve"
25 4 / 2014
Here’s A Taste (Of Another Truth)
Written By: D’elve Je Veux III ©
Little Boy Brown, had the sweetest smile
Molested he was, a five year old child
But no one would come to his rescue
You see, growing up in a family
who hid behind their smiles
white collars and run on sentences
full of what “God Said”
Not even one of them could figure out
Why this little boy, kept peeing the bed
“Follow your nose,” says the Fruit Loop bird
but if it wasn’t written in “The Word” no one heard
So it went on and on, for years and years
Now Little Boy Brown has HIV, Oh dear
The same person, he had been telling them about all this time
Stuck a knife to his neck and stung him from behind
“Poor Little Brown,” they all say now
no one wants the blame, for such a dark cloud
So what does he do, to make it through
He develops a few words of his own
Here’s his note to you:
I didn’t catch HIV because I stuck my dick in the wrong places
I was robbed of my youth by trusted family faces
So don’t assume that there’s only ONE WAY IN
For the bed you judge today
Could be the very one you lay in
Here’s a taste, of another truth.
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