Jam Writes

Reclaim the Flag
Happy pills to quiet the mind,
To dull the questions we’re meant to find,
To numb the witness, soften the view
Of histories written in red, white, and blue.
Orange burns in threads of flame,
Each flag a story, each name a name,
Woven with truths both bright and grim—
A nation’s song, a solemn hymn.
Green for hope and rising earth,
For seeds of change and second birth.
White for peace we claim to seek,
For innocence the brave must keep.
Red for strength, for blood once given,
For courage carved in storms we’ve driven.
Eagles in crimson red skies take flight,
Guarding the day, watching the night.
Stars like celestial fires are sown,
A universe we call our own.
Crosses remembered, maple leaves that fly,
Old symbols drifting through the sky.
Yellow whispers of wealth once known,
Of golden ages overthrown.
So stand by the flags—reclaim their flame,
Not blind to power, not bound by name.
With minds awake and voices bold,
Using discernment for truths untold.
United not by silence or fear,
But by the courage to see things clear.

JAM🙏🏻❤️‍🔥 Love & Light

They call me crazy—
because I crave more than surface and show.
I want awakened minds,
hearts that grow.
Effort that lives
beyond the first spark of flame,
truth spoken plainly,
no games to tame.
Boundaries strong,
yet spirits free,
a mind that dares
to meet the real me.
Deep conversations
where souls connect,
where silence listens
with quiet respect.
Safety that settles
like warmth in the chest,
peace that feels
like coming to rest.
And when we fall short—
the courage to say,
“I was wrong,”
and choose a better way.
If this kind of fire
is madness to claim,
then seductive intellect
is the madness I name.

JAM🙏🏻❤️‍🔥Love&Light

Surrounded
People , places, things,
Yet lonliness rings.
though I’m not incomplete,
still it stings,
Maybe – It Is the price we pay,
For our souls peace.

JAM 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥 Love&Light

Whisper me your secrets, soft and small,
I’ll catch them gently before they fall.
Some hide in shadows, some shimmer bright,
Some bloom like stars in the quiet night.
I plant them deep where the moonbeams play,
In my secret garden where night meets day.
The trees hum lullabies to buzzing bees,
The bees hum secrets to the wandering leaves.
The snails curl close in spiral shells,
Holding your stories where magic dwells.
Pick up a shell, hold it near,
And hear the whispers only hearts can hear.

JAM🙏🏻❤️‍🔥 Love&Light

Beneath the winter’s iron sleep,
Where grief is sown and secrets keep,
A wounded bulb in earthen womb
Holds its breath inside the tomb.
It does not fight the crushing weight,
The dark, the cold, the silent wait.
It lets the ache become its root,
Lets brokenness turn resolute.
In hidden soil where tears have bled,
It feeds on all the words unsaid.
On every loss, on every fall—
It makes a pulse from out of all.
Then through the sorrow-packedened ground
A trembling crimson heart is found.
Not loud. Not begging to be seen.
Just rising where it once had been.
Tulip, keeper of the scar,
You bloom because of who you are—

JAM🙏🏻❤️‍🔥Love&Light

Before language,
before borders,
before we forgot how to listen—
there were patterns.
Spirals pressed into stone.
Spirals turning in the sky.
Spirals sleeping inside seed and bone.
This green cathedral rises quietly,
a mountain made of smaller mountains,
each cone repeating the first breath
of creation.
Every tower mirrors a tower.
Every curve births another curve.
Infinity folding inward,
then outward,
then inward again.
Who taught it this rhythm?
Who whispered mathematics
into living flesh?
This is not accident.
This is architecture.
The same spiral hums in galaxies,
in seashells,
in storms gathering over water.
The same sacred geometry
moves through our bloodlines—
mother to daughter,
ancestor to descendant,
story to story.
Nothing stands alone.
Everything remembers.
Our ancestors knew to look at the land
and see scripture.
They saw the Higher Hand
not as a ruler in the clouds,
but as intelligence woven through root and river,
through bone and star.
A covenant written in symmetry.
When I hold this living spiral
I feel watched—
not by eyes,
but by awareness.
A Presence that loves order,
loves repetition,
loves beauty so much
it signs its name everywhere.
Beauty is not decoration.
It is revelation.
This pattern is proof—
that we are not simply wandering
through chaos.
We are standing
inside a design
so ancient
it echoes through galaxies
and still chooses
to bloom
in the palm of my hand.

JAM🙏🏻❤️‍🔥Love&Light

I am daughter of the wild,
not meant to break, not born to mild,
the blood of mother earth moves in me—
unbowed, untamed, eternally free.
Ancestral voices hum beneath my throat,
a thousand unsung battle notes,
women who bit their tongues in pain,
who danced in thunder, wept in rain.
Tonight I will not hold it in.
I will not make my fury sin.
I open ribs, I bare my chest,
let lightning rise up from unrest.
I scream into the midnight air—
not out of hate, but deep repair.
The stars do not recoil in fear;
they shimmer closer when they hear.
The earth beneath my shaking feet
does not demand I be discreet.
She knows that rage is sacred flame,
that grief and power share one name.
My cry is not destruction’s art—
it is the mending of a heart.
Each sound that tears from out my core
reclaims the girl I was before.
The child who should have been defended.
The woman bent but never ended.
The mother fierce with open eyes
who now lets truth unmask disguise.
Let the night take what I release.
Let the wind carry me toward peace.
For every scream that leaves my lungs
returns me to the ancient ones.
I am not broken. I am fire.

JAM🙏🏻❤️‍🔥Love&Light