Here how it works The worse comes The good evolves Choose your life Choose your death

Think is time that I diversify my crypto portfolio, specifically my altcoins stash. Some of the coins I hold have been pretty much stagnant. All the bluster and bull run talk feels like a pipe dream. Nothing

My last Poem is already written The last breath I will ever need It’s my last will and revelation My swan song no one will ever sing A tree fallen in a silent forest no one ever heard A stranger in a strange

Wonder how Steemit will look in five years? Feels like it is evolving real slow or maybe am not using all the tools and dapps that have been created for Steemit. I will have to explore them deeper and

Cover me without cover-ups Hide my sleep to protect my dreams Wrap me with death to prepare my life for the morning

Lots of altercations lately. I am minding my business as usual but something always comes up to disturb my flow. It happens when I least expect it. One moment I am deep in my spirit and suddenly I am not.

It’s sunny like summer but fall is in the wind Blowing cold today like winter’s cousin A chilled reminder of where we stand What’s to come when the leaves fall Image by Jörg Peter from Pixabay

It rained relentless today. And it shows no sign of abating. I didn't like it one bit because it cramped my style. Pretty much killed my hustle. No worries I always improvise. When one intention falters

I feel with all my energy I dream to exhaustion I live like a cataclysm I love like birth I love like death Blood in blood out

A seizure cured my head like the hand of God My brain crashed to zero conscious and 100% heart I bit my tongue for sins and regrets Andi now my words can finally bleed again

Feels like I have finally moved on. Am hustling in the city with a clearer mission in mind. I see the fiends. We talk but they are on their own trajectory. I am moving in a whole different direction. It

Earned my blame for the best sins Time never healed their lack of love Frozen hearts Human to a fault Earned my blame when I didn't die

Selfish plays to keep Self interest is the first move Self doubt never won in denial of self Don’t fear yourself in the bigger picture Don’t play yourself to appease the world Forgive yourself first then

I look back on my dark days just a couple months ago.and shudder. I was in a terrible place with no hope or desire to function. My heart was ripped from my.chest, I was a zombie barely alive. Mac Miller's

Back in the city for another haunting Felt the familiar tingle Same old fiendish life lurking on the fringe Same old hustle for the angry fix Cogs in machina Slaves to the grind The city never sleeps Time

So my housing situation just imploded. Management got issues. Hopefully it is rectified real soon. I wasn't expecting that drama. Anyway in the meantime I keep hustling, making that paper and staying positive.

I didn't blink when the lights turn red I didn't bleed out image by pixabay

I am working before the sun comes up. In those hours I am fresh and alert. My brain is rested and ready to go hardcore in the hustle. I always write first before the web hustle. The words flow fast like

Another year gifted Heartbeats of blessings Every second a miracle I am humbled in my skin I suffered to see today I choose to live right now One more bliss this minute Am immortal for its generosity Image

Latest figures on the price of Steem feels like the future bright. It is trading positively on the major markets which is awesome in my book. Image by francousqui from Pixabay