so

i really haven't posted here since November?


life always gives us new beginnings.
these beginnings start in our mind first
then travel through the body and the our emotions are triggered
then our actions are triggered


we are afraid to be our great, kind, understanding selves
we are being taught life isn't valuable

i struggle with the mundane bullshit
i wonder about my destiny
i worry

pero,

it is beginning to settle in
the knowing that life does what it may
i am the reaction factor
i have the power over how i deal and feel about anything

So,
in the mean time
know yourself.

Lost Passport

Hello My Fellow Human Beings,

My apologies for being away for so long. Life has been doing what it usually does, it has been unusual.
I feel and recognize myself at a different stage within myself. I am not to sure what is right or what is wrong, and just last month I'd stopped believing in the two.
I think we are similar to everything we see around ourselves. If we lack appreciation for the world and the people who grow on it , we lack appreciation for ourselves. If we view all people as "bad" or "
untrustworthy" if we stop believing in the Love of life, we in turn, see ourselves as "bad", untrustworthy" and void of  The Love.
We are the mirror image of the Earth and the planets that surround us. We are the abyss of the black holes and we are the light of the sun.



So at my job i misplaced my purse and it was stolen. Passport lost, id lost, nerves shot. That's how i felt, like i was going to break down. My attachment to my passport was so strong! Ive had it since 05 and it was one of the last kinds that didn't need to be renewed for 10 yrs. It was also the last of its kind not to have a chip inside it....ahhh how sad..

oh and my stamps, my precious stamps...all gone...all lost..


but i believe that all things lost can be found,
and if not found it will be recreated.


fin

Biting the head of the snake

I stared into his eyes
his yellow and red eyes..
I stroked his smooth scaley skin,
his liquid jade and gold skin,
I even let his tongue 'ssssssssssss' against me,
I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head..as  he whispered,
"just taste the fruit.."
His breathe smelled like broken promises and rum..intoxicating.
I could feel my body respond to every hissss,
and every layer of himself that he wrapped around me.
Am i drunk?
why am i so drunk when I have had nothing to sip,
he has been my only toxin,
and it burns soo good.
But like a flash of mental lightening,
I had a vision.
I saw myself coiling and hissing just like him,
but with no one to tempt,
no one to lure into myself,
even he had slithered away from me.
I opened my eyes, to see him staring at me, calculating, my every, move.
He has done this before, to many,
He always wins this game..
So,
I,
tired of being tempted,
wrapped my hands around his neck as if in ecstasy,
and I bit his head off.

us...Wo- Men

...and the women would all go to the fields,
All the women,
they would go to the field, and pick the flowers.
they would pick
and pick.
and at dusk,
they would weep.
oh how they would weep!
oh how We would weep..
we would weep because we meant everything we said throughout the day,
we meant every ounce of love that poured from our pores.
we meant it.
we meant every lasting glance,
us women we always looked for love,
because we are love.

Day turning into Night

i see you
i know you
not all of you but the part that counts
cliche
i know
but its you who drives me to my thoughts
its you who drives me to my awareness
i am intertwined with you.
and i am comfortable this way.

if i had the power to make u see me as i see you,
you would see me in a purer light,
well,
goodnite
the sun has come to replace the moon,
and the moon the sun.



Dream on.

The People

The people.
We the people,
are fit, and present.
We are overflowing with love, and hope.
Our darkest moments are figments,
in the scheme of things.
We arise.
We are here.

The Temptation of The Temptress

I understand that it is not my eyes that captivates you,
it is not my smile,
or the way I look at you directly when you speak,
it is not how I listen to you with intensity, that makes you want to know more about me..
its whats behind all these gestures that make you curious..
Its not the red flesh of the apple that bring your lips closer..its the sweet juiciness that is promised underneath.
The idea of you sinking your teeth into something refreshing is what brings you here..its what has you placing your head on my shoulder..
as I brush your hair..and kiss your forehead..
I am silly I know, I laugh too loudly and get depressed at a moments thought,
I go in-between fighting and being still,
I seem to calculate and let everything fall to chaos at once.
The temptation of my hour isn't what you see, its what you believe I hold for you.
Its what you believe is spoken in the unspoken..the hidden notes in our musical..
you create me as your desire,
you picture me as the juiciest creation,
and I become that...

but, it works in reverse as well..
I am tempted by how open your not..
how you pretend to be so exposed yet there is a closet in your eyes
...I must see for myself ..
I must turn the lock and let myself in..I need to be ripped apart by your secrets..so that I can lick your wounds.. 
That's my temptation.
I want to fall head first into your sins and sadness, into your despair, into your hopes.
The temptation of the temptress..
The temptation of woman..