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.

Deep Wave (date: 8/23/11)

The movement has taken control.
The movement holds the same properties as air,
you cannot capture it, you cannot stop it.
The movement is like a current,
ripping the floor from underneath me.
It has warned me of its forth coming for sometime.
And I have subconsciously  braced myself for this collapse;
this collapse of these mirrored realities and endless emotions.
The movement demands that the real I come forth.
I wait for me.
I hope for me.
I pray for me.
Moments are more fleeting. Time has begun to melt.
I enjoy this disintegration.
I haven't been myself for awhile.
The movement wants me to kill myself by letting go and giving in to its power,
it wants me to give in to my power
it wants me to let go of all my fear

This spoke to me like i spoke to it first..

To be of the Earth is to know
the restlessness of being a seed
the darkness of being planted
the struggle toward the light
the joy of bursting and bearing fruit
the love of being food for someone
the scattering of your seeds
the decay of the seasons
the mystery of death
and the miracle of birth
—John Soos

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.