“Allowing Your Purpose to Fuel Your Passion”

By Robin Chappell/26 October 2021

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Passion!

It is what creates the beauty in all that we create. Writing is something that is a gift for many authors, for others, it seems to be more of an anxiety building project that causes writer’s block and a case of hives. What makes it so much easier for certain authors and not so much for others? PURPOSE. To ask yourself the questions of “What am I writing for?” and “Whom am I writing for?” can build up the courage for any aspiring author to dive into a project. When it seems that you can’t find the strength, the words, or the time; and writing seems to be beating you into a self-loathing mess, it usually means something more important is missing. PURPOSE. It’s your passion and your reason for reaching goals and being more than you ever dreamed you could become. It creates room for your mind to imagine every possibility and possess the confidence for others not to be able to tell you what you cannot do.

When we find our true purpose, everything follows and just falls into place. I often begin each day with a positive blessing or realization, and it pushes me to go after even more. I’m never satisfied with only what I think I know, I am always reaching for knowledge within any place that it is presented. PURPOSE. It’s what pushed me into making my writing full time and the determination to help others on their journey. I never believed it would reach this point and to say I’m glad it did is saying the least. What I honestly have in the back of my mind most days is a considerable amount of fear. Like any human being I have asked myself about failure, no resources, not enough time, and not enough connections…then I remember who I AM. I reflect on how far that I have come and how many struggles my strength helped me to survive. PURPOSE.

I choose to believe that the PURPOSE of one’s past is the preparation for a solid future, and that future is NOW. Each day I give myself a task to complete that provides PURPOSE to my life and my projects. I have made a solemn vow to never give up on myself, never let anyone or anything discourage me, and never forget all that I am truly worth. Honestly, at one point I let certain outside energy and unnecessary thoughts deter me from what was important. MY PURPOSE. Allowing myself to be drained by things no longer serving me drove me away from that PURPOSE. I know understand the dream of building a legacy, and making my life amazing all because I believe I can. I know I can. I am the creator of everything that I Am.

PURPOSE. Let it fill your spirit today as you follow your passion and as you take that big leap. Allow it to lift your optimism towards possibility and rewards, and as you feel yourself becoming discouraged and giving up, stop and remind yourself that you have a fighter in you! You possess a warrior spirit that won’t quit and that same spirit is what will carry you though a life you can enjoy living!

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“Retrospective” By Robin Chapppell

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Don’t take me back there

To those cold nights when the sky fell on my head

The stars were thrown at me like sharp spurs

And I took the pain of every single one

Instead of red, I bled the color of a deep blue

The midnight one in the hundred color crayon box-

I would often show off for you like that

Pulling out the variety box in front of the entire class

Complete with the sharpener on the back…

Just for them all to realize exactly what they lacked

I gained more during those times with you

More than I ever knew could be realized

When I drowned in the midnight blue of the skies

A deceptive feeling of beauty between the ugly lines

I was crossed out as if I could ever be placed on a list

No access for me inside of a melancholy place like this

“Miss Karma” By Robin Chappell

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She cradled the remainder of dignity you had left like a newborn

Delicacy is overrated and although her esteem has been debated

She waits until she finds better, leaping through an endless loophole

She could never deny what is right, remaining focused on the wrong

Sickening how no one acknowledges her in a bar full of broken hearts

Slobbering and slurring over what once was and how they’d fucked it up

She is thrown to the side in a denial of moments…right next to the throw up

For if they really had to accept her, no being could truly handle it

Descending upon the Earth in a fury with no face displaying her wrath

Nor could they swallow any of her tiny cut up pieces that create an entire picture

Photographs taken in black and white she perches between her lovely breasts-

Safer keeping

When she approaches you in both fury and calm, there will be no ounce of rest

Whispering all of the secrets you thought you kept-

and you swear to God they never left the depths of your breath

You prayed she’d never know

Yet, no one knows you better than she

Not in the birth of your dirty new mornings

The bottomless slums of your cheap filthy evenings

The most silent punishment to the highest degree

The upper echelon of crimes and sins committed

Settling in the bottom of the bottle in the middle of a spinning room…

And when it all shatters…all of the pieces glisten in boisterous relief

Just to return right back…and do it all again

“Queen” By Robin Chappell

Rise and shine Queen, the sun is ready for you, elated by all your glory.

The Earth bestowing more time upon you, intently listening to light of your story

Anxiously tasting the nectar of melanin, the sweetest morning honeydew

Dreams of perfection and moments in heaven where no man is ready for you

When you look to your reflection and bathe in your glow

Others wonder what is your secret—what could you profoundly know?

Which heels have you trudged the world’s ugliness through?

Before they broke down on you and your stiletto snapped in two

Rise and shine Queen! Your individuality is what awaits

Time to tame your wild tresses, and straighten your crown—give the whole world a taste

They savor the yellow warmth of your life’s joy and taste the sunsets unexpired

Others unmercifully stare when the lady in bold reds and blues ravishingly takes the room

A style which never expires nor is compromised by what society agrees

The change in you is envious but they never saw the nights you fell to your knees

No one was there when you defeated yourself or the tragic doubts many minds never bare

They didn’t know you rose with such courage—picked yourself up by your teeth

Beauty and grace so obvious, they’ll never find what lies beneath

Rise my Queen! They should know how unstoppable you can be

No mountains, or winds, anyone’s hand, no vast oceans or deep blue seas

Only you know all that you need and all that you need is you

Rise and shine my beautiful Queen! The sweetest morning honeydew

“Gullible” By Robin Chappell

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As our breathing closely intertwines in the darkness of the forbidden

I show you myself and every part of my soul that I’ve kept hidden

Your hands and lips lightly brushing against mine sends fire through my spirit

It would be a lie astray to try and say this moment isn’t what I wanted

You pull me in and I push you away for the chance of another day

Begging you to once again leave the room, silent pleas not to love me

Saving you from heart breaking damnation of poison dipped toxicity

You continue your stay and complicate me, in your heart you refuse to believe

Give it enough time, a few stings of insults, and a sprinkle of horrendous pride

The painful moments of distrust paired with silently awkward car rides

I am not to love and love has never been for someone like me

A pain in my side buried too deep, it could never comfort nor relieve

So, please…as I tell you between anxious whispers to save your heart and yourself

That anything too sweet and savory is terrible for your health

For once I choose to be the better person and put all else above me

Deep in the midnight’s clutches

Past all the longing stares and touches

Requesting you place aside all the lust you seek

Begging for you not to make a terrible mistake and love me….

“Morning Energy” By Robin Chappell

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I wake up and rise to the shine of your smile

Wrapped in a euphoria of touches, kisses and caresses

As you gently run your hand through my thick tresses

Wrapped in love and soaked in compassion

There are no doubts nor rugged edges of traction

Meeting me beyond halfway of my expectations

Each time you feed me drops of your soul

And nourish my body from head to toe

I know how real these moment set

Never the less and always the best

“Clock Tower” By Robin Chappell

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When the shiny brand new clock appeared in our small town, they were proud.

Seeking the chance to watch it be assembled piece by piece and sound by sound.

Who questions the essence of a clock tower when it’s purpose is so obvious?

No one, but me, felt as though this clock was something so unnecessarily ominous?

It loomed above us all, reaching out its steely hands in taunting and controlled aggression

Did nobody realize it was controlling our time? Our lives?…Our indiscretions?…

Each time the gong of the bell sounded every hour, they gave it praise and scattered

Descending upon it an unrelenting power that left their moments shattered

How could they not see this clock tower provides no purpose of good?

Thinning the face and the morals of doing what our people should and usually would

How could they not fear its face peering down above us in horrid judgement?

Counting the adulterers, liars, and swindlers, politicians and solicitors needing repent

When the clock strikes you, you naturally do what’s in your nature readily

Reflecting on the pros and cons of it all, but never too heavily

So here I am trying to convince them. Who am I to convince them not?

The truths and horrors of why the lawyers and the mayor really wanted that damned clock

It looms above us in judgement, it knows every sin that we do

The clock is the one who told me. Who am I not to tell you?…

“Dirty Reflections” By Robin Chappell

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A fickle darkness surrounded what was

Where light once illuminated us both

It was so warm and inviting like a fire

Igniting the common sense we should know

It was too good and engulfed who we were

Innocence taken over by radical insolence

Convinced the end would never happen if we didn’t care

So much pride and so many dramatic times

Like thirsty leeches we could never release it

It was too familiar and comforting like a blanket of sun

Even when we stopped knowing we were not the one

When pain began to overtake the pleasure

We’d rather prick our fingers a hundred times

Than to step around and accept the truth

But in the darkness I suddenly let it go

I let it twinkle away like the death of a star

Putting the cherry on top and going afar

Souls tied with string that pull us along

No matter the pressure of trying to be strong

I can still hear you and get the signal

Each time you really think about me

Still refusing to let me go while you roam around freely

Remote (cont’d): Sore Loser

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I remember being a little girl…standing there upon a stage. The school stage that we all know about when attending a public school with the thick dingy burgundy curtains…maybe blue. Either way this stage is responsible for many moments of strong failures, fateful wins, and beautiful moments of finally putting yourself out there for people to see you…really see you. Everyone was looking at me in that moment…little, scrawny, nappy headed, unimportant…me. There I was in the talent show, ready to sing my ass off because I swore to my friends, my mother, and my father that I could sound exactly like Whitney Houston. Confidence was sometimes far fetched, but hell if I cared, because I was certainly the one that night. I had on this beautiful navy blue dress that was dripping in sequins. I think there were so many that I could have survived any maze or Hansel and Gretel story because there would be a shining trail leading me back the way that I came. I had made it myself and was so proud that I didn’t care about the faces my family wore when they saw me walk out of that room. The giggle that escaped my bratty little sister’s lips couldn’t deter me from my moment, because it was MINE. The only things I mostly remember…over the laughs, the cheering, the stares….was the announcement of the winner…that was not me.

I was devastated and it was MY first moment of knowing what real failure felt like. Up until this point I was not athletic or really for extroverted enough to get into a lot of clubs. This was my first moment of confidence and putting myself out there to see who I really could be…to go against all odds and just take that leap of faith…come what may. I felt like the universe snatched it from me and gifted it to this ugly ass girl that danced some really provocative dance in barely nothing and won over many others more talented than she.

My eyes watered as the oogling eyes of the judges looked on as she cheered with excitement, breasts bouncing up and down in a black leotard with no tights and took home her trophy and fifty dollar prize. I remember repeating that “it wasn’t fair” at least fifty times on the way home. My mother and father sighed while exchanging awkward looks. ” Well maybe next time honey, it will all work out with more practice.”

They are supposed to say that.

“And I know that you think we’re supposed to say that because we’re you’re parents but we really believe in you and that everything happens for a reason, even situations like this.” They continued smiling and staring ahead as our station wagon made it’s way down the street towards our home with more noise than needed. We were always so happy and I admired my parent’s love and relationship. They were so warm towards each other and in this moment of reminiscing on the past, tears began streaming down my face when I thought of what they could be doing now. I couldn’t even check in on them without compromising myself and my life and that was the hardest part of all of this. What if something happens to them? Or one of them dies? Everything was getting out of hand and I was overthinking everything when I really needed to be putting my plan into motion for the next move off of this ship.

I stood at the railing staring out into the ocean in deep thought when I felt a pair of eyes on me. I knew whom they belonged to and slowly breathed out slow streams of air when he walked up on me looking good as hell in another tailored suit. My mind raced to the moments that passed in my cabin earlier the day before and I clenched my legs together in an attempt to calm the feeling he produced down there whenever he appeared.

“I see you had the same idea as me…came to take in some open ocean air?”

He smirked like he knew he had me. Confident and arrogant at the same time while trying to play this game of making it seem like wanted me to come to him, but of course he knew I wasn’t stupid by a long shot.

“Yeah I guess that you can say that…I would have thought being on this ship was growing a little old on you by now.”

I teased him and looked over the balcony without making eye contact with him while he stood closely to my right.

“I have grown to love cruises, actually. Here we are…in the middle of nowhere. Wide open ocean…no land to be seen for miles and miles. Nowhere to run off to when it gets uncomfortable, it’s made for you to hate or love…it’s perfect and I’m on a mission.”

I swallowed nervously but kept my composure as I listened to the smooth bravado of his voice.

He slowly moved around my frame like a vulture while he continued. Stopping right behind me so that his pelvis was against my back as the bottom of my yellow sundress flew around in the night air. No one was in sight, yet he continued to speak in low tones.

He pressed against me and moved closer to my ear, smelling like the sweetest smell of man that I had ever inhaled. My legs practically trembled and I stared out past the horizon of the ocean, watching the bright orange sun slowly dip down out of sight.

“How long do you figure you have? Weeks?…Maybe months….you think you got a year?”

“For what?” I whispered without moving an inch.

“For this running around. It’s interesting to watch your strategy. At times, it would even take me months to track you…such a rush when I finally did.”

His hand moved up…beneath my sun dress, between my thick thighs in light strokes. My breathing sped up and his other hand swiftly came up and forcefully gripped the back of my neck while he slipped a finger past my panties.

“I am the only thing keeping you alive…and you were going to leave without even telling me goodbye?”

My eyes widened.

“What do you mean I was?-“

“I’m not stupid. We both know that neither of us are. So stop fucking playing with me and let’s just make a deal.”

Every muscle I had tightened in his grip and my legs buckled a little when he pushed his pelvis further into me. I could feel the bulge through his pants…slowly grinding and teasing me while the ocean breeze and mist blew across our faces in the evening light, slightly relieving my flushing demeanor.

“How in the hell do you expect me to trust you?? I am on the run right now, I am the most wanted woman on the run right now! And what do you want? You want me to just be “Bonnie and Clyde” with you traveling the entire planet? For you to get what you want out of me then just give me up for the reward later? You are not about the fuck the common sense out of me and bring down everything that I have worked to hide at this point. I am always living on edge while just being another damn assignment for you!”

My voice began to raise and it made him tighten his grip.

“Quiet down and don’t be stupid.”

An elderly white couple strolled by with bright smiles on their faces because his sadistic ass was smiling right back at them and had let go of the grip he held on the back of my neck, transitioning it into looking as if he was playing in my long hair blowing in the wind and romantically holding me from behind.

“You have a lovely night.” He nodded his head towards them until they walked by and out of sight, continuing his pointless debate with me and trying to make me give in to his plan just like any man would that found a woman like me so interesting just because I’d outsmarted his ass a few times.

He continued in low tones.

“So when you planning on running this time? Where you headed?”

“Wow, you’ve never just straight out asked me. I thought I’d leave you a nice little challenge….”

I turned around and faced him now. He leaned in with the expectation I would kiss him as I moved into his space, then moved close to his ear.

“….just the way that you like.” I whispered then kissed the left side of his cheek and in one swift motion I kneed him in his groin, causing him to double over in pain and wince. I brought my entire elbow down on his head, causing his large frame to crumble to the ground. I grabbed a large bag from behind him and life jacket that sat on the deck.

He attempted to gain his composure and limp towards me, but I sat up on the railing of the ship, smiled, and flipped off backwards, landing into the water with a crash.

“Wait! NO!”

I could hear him calling after me and looking as if he wanted to jump in too for a minute but realized he had neither the gear nor the time. I floated in the water until the ship was completely out of sight and it was just me and all of the stars in the sky. I breathed slowly and remained calm, slowly wading water and pushing through.

The bag I grabbed possessed only my essentials. I eyed my watch as I floated on the large duffel bag and just in time, five minutes later, I breathed out a sigh of relief as a small fishing boat with one bright light on the side approached and lowered a small ladder for me.

I quickly grabbed it and tossed my bag on deck, shivering and breathing through several sighs of relief.

“Got yourself into a bit of trouble, huh?”

I shook the ocean water from my hair and let out a sigh.

“I guess you can say that. Thanks for deciding to meet me.”

“Hey, I honestly can’t stand the guy and I’ve been out of the game a long time. You have nothing to worry about because the person I can’t stand more than Vincent is that stupid ass president that started all of this bullshit in the first place!”

I let out a light chuckle and shook my head. His southern accent was strong and made me a bit nervous, but he seemed harmless so far. He hovered over me with a cigarette in the side of his mouth, blowing out puffs of smoke and looking me over in amazement that I’d escaped.

Apparently Vincent wasn’t that smooth and dropped some type of book that had names in it before he left me flushed and horny inside of my cabin. My mind went back to me taking it from between the covers and eyeing it’s pages in fascination. The names included were some of the most infamous criminals and gangsters around the world and shocking jobs he’d completed for politicians and celebrities that no one would have ever known. I knew I had to get off of that ship some kind of way and what a better way to contact one of his known enemies just for them to have a rush and something over his head. To know that anything slipped through his fingers unknowingly enraged him and I knew what I’d just done was created the ultimate monster. And I finally got the leverage I needed over his supposed “mission” with his little book providing all the information needed.

Hank Greisman was a retired assassin that never stayed home and never sat still, so when I contacted him and cautiously let him know what was going on and what was in it for him, he promised it would only take him until the following evening to find a jet and a boat to reach me and help plan the perfect escape. I realized I had found my first ally from a known enemy.

“Well we can’t sit out here for too long. No use in freezing to death.” He tossed me an extremely thick blanket.

“Thanks…I know it’s a little too late to be asking this…but how do I know that I can really trust you?” I clutched the blanket around my body and eyed him suspiciously.

He chuckled. “Well, I can tell you’re certainly new to this young lady, because this is the worst time to be asking something like that.”

He flipped his wrist and displayed the scar showing he was “chipless” and had been a while judging by its history.

I smiled. “Not new. Guess you can call it desperate.” I replied with a shrug.

“And the fact that Vincent has not killed you tells me all that I need to know as far as reasoning. You’re a pretty little thing, I can tell you’re smart as a whip. Stop asking questions you already know the answer to and that you don’t want to know the answer to. Now pick up that thermos of coffee there, sit down and enjoy the ride.”

Without another word, he moved towards the front of the boat, grabbed the wheel and revved the engine. I slowly took a seat in the back and snuggled into the blanket. We took off into the night, beneath the stars in the amazing feeling of victory. Inside of my head I could see the little girl that thought losing would be her entire life…the one that stood with a look of disappointment in a homemade blue sequined dress she loved so much. I knew at that moment nobody could take the bursting adrenaline coursing through my body. That feeling of winning a battle in order to take over the entire victory.

I sipped the thermos of coffee in calm and peaceful thoughts as I looked out over the ocean…unsure of what direction I could be heading next….

“Hey, hey little lady, rise and shine.”

I squinted as the sun beamed down into my face, reflecting off of the waves of the ocean water. Hank could have easily killed me in my sleep or thrown me overboard, but here I was.

“Would you like a little chow? It’s not much.”

I looked over and saw that he’d caught some fish or either already had them but they smelled pretty damn good to me.

I was starving and dug in like I hadn’t eaten in weeks. I felt drained by the sun and just wanted to lie back down but there was too much adrenaline rushing through my veins now that I was up and now that I had to keep an eye on Hank.

“I’ve done ya a great favor and need you to listen up carefully, you hear me?”

I quickly stared up at him in mid-chew.

What was this about?

“I have another friend that owes me a favor, he’s about to drop in any minute. His name is Taylor and he’s a great guy, pretty harmless and sure does believe in everything that you’re out here doing too. Also chipless” He added.

I perked up and cracked a confident smile.

“Seriously? That’s…um…thank you.”

I kept chewing then slowly looked up at him again.

He kept his back to me.

“It isn’t easy being all alone because you’re not a follower, ain’t it?”

I smiled and nodded my head in agreement and reminisced.

“Yeah…I can still remember the day that asshole came on the news and announced it. I was in disbelief then and even more now that they’ve actually gone through with it. They own everyone now and it’s like they can’t even see it. American’s have become property right beneath each other’s noses…”

“Well, I guess we both had the balls-” He looked at me and cleared his throat. “And the vagina to not become anybody’s damn property.”

He gave me a fist bump and continued to steer after taking a long swig from a silver flask. I eyed my watch and saw that it was about 8 a.m.

Early starter, I see.

Suddenly I could hear a low humming noise that sounded like something chopping through air.

Hank smiled and looked to the sky.

“Taylor’s here.” He stated with a smile.

My eyes widened when I realized that Taylor was hovering over us in a large helicopter and quickly flipped out a ladder over the boat.

“Well little lady, I guess this is where we part ways. I honestly don’t want you to, but should you ever find yourself in a bind with that asshole again then give me a holler.”

He handed me a small sheet of paper with a phone number. I looked it over for five seconds, balled it and swallowed it. I left no traces and I didn’t have a dumb ass book with everyone’s phone number inside of it to contact me for anything. It was memorized.

He smirked and gave me a fist bump.

“Be safe little lady.”

He delicately lifted me into the air to reach the ladder and handed me my duffel bag before zooming off the way that he came. I had so many more questions. Did he have a home or does he just live off the ocean all day just below Africa? This was getting more and more strange ever since the murder of my fiance and the capture of my client.

Once pulled up I looked in the face of a tall and handsome Hispanic man that eyed me over in admiration and looked as if he was honored just to be in my presence.

“Ah….here she is. My goodness, you’re so small. Not tough looking at all.”

I laughed.

“Well I’m a doctor so…nothing’s ever been tough about me.” I timidly sat down.

“Well hold on tight. I’ll get you to a place where nobody should ever be able to find you!”

I smiled and settled into the seats as I pulled the headphones on my head.

“That would be great, Taylor.” I shot him a warm smile. “Thank you so much.”

“Ayyyye, it’s no problem. I’m with you. Nobody was about to put shit in my body!”

He laughed as he zoomed off over the ocean and I looked down and out past the horizon. I felt more calm and at peace that I ever had since this all began and before I knew it I’d drifted into another deep sleep…

“Un Autre Amour” By Robin Chappell

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In the darkness of the light the only thing shining is our hearts

Intertwining into passionate recollections of anything possible

I would stay here for as long as I could just to feel you

Your lips brushing across my skin…breathing excited with desperation

Fingers lightly tracing the trickling sweat adorning me in this heat

I never knew that love could feel this amazing when done right

So I trust it with every ounce of what I have left to give

With each lesson I have learned to make it to this point

I surrender the pride of myself, the selfishness that led me astray

Everything was once so transparent and vague that I was confused

Believing that love is pain and pain is love…and unconditional tragedy

But it is the worst fallacy and now that I know the truth is has set me FREE