Be careful when you plant a Love Seed.

Our lips don't need to touch
Our hands don't have to meet
You dont have to embrace me
I have something beyond that.
During the night, and in those still moments of 
the day,
You come to me
Your spirits caresses me
And the breathes of our souls mingle.
You whisper to me in words only my heart understands
And I am strengthened.
I am loved.
I love you.

I no longer search for love. You have planted that seed.
And it grows.
Oh my Love, it grows.

I savor those still moments
I delight in the night

That's when our seed grows the most.
That's when I am most alive.

Nothing can change that.

pass me the keys

Good Morning,

I'll get straight to the point.

    I have been slightly restless for the past 2 days. My thoughts and ideas are multiplying at such a steady rate...when I was younger, this same wave would overtake me. It would leave me up until 5am reading and writing and back up at 7 or 8am trying to find relief from all my dreams.

I remember my dreams would leave me feeling unrested. But inside myself I knew sleep was something that could/would be given to me again...and i didn't really crave it anyways.

So the beat never does really stop. (that's a term I picked up from some fellow ravers) Here I am.

I am currently pursuing understanding in the spirit world. Like who the Fuck am I?

I know I'm small but my influence is major...and yet i have not completed many tasks i have for this world.

Nor have i expanded financially in a lonnng time.. -_- 

****problems of the earth, problems of the spirit,

aren't really problems at all.

It is but a failure to see both worlds at once. 

This failure will leave a void and a feeling of neglect.......oh how we suffer at our own hands.

The Human Race must connect the earth(human) and the heavens(being) or the journey around the sun will never end****

stuck between the gods and brutes

my hands stretched out to both worlds

they tug on either side relentlessly

no one takes the time to care for the vessel I am.

The one without a voice.

The only voice I have is yours,

and you cant hear me,

neither worlds can hear me,

but they know 

what I am.

Cursed and Blessed by the same ancient tongue.

My modern personification is limited.

I do desire to be loved and yet feel this will never be possible,

because I belong to two worlds

and a third world that is in between.

No one notices.

everyone just feels cheated.

And I am left to heal my own wounds 

I am left to heal my own spirit

I am left to kill my own ego

I am left to commune with demons and angels alike

and any moment I dare to pull out of either world 

I began to feel the full force of my inadequacy to be nothing and everything in the same breathe.