Feel the quantum mechanics of time
in unknowing passion......
is not knowing until you know 3D/5D Time Travel with Love Beyond Quantum Gravity......
in known knowledge of infinite choices until U discover the passion of time travel comfort in the Quantum Gravity.
Math with science and space mingling with .....a mind with meditation with burning soul . . . . .
Where your every passion crossing infinite...naming a new galaxy and planet
among 400 billion galaxies & 79900 billion planets....
We are standing,..... still feeling God's Particle
Driving with quantum mechanics of time and Quantum Gravity of passion.....
there is much to be misunderstood and meditation
but it's brain streaming....
not to try
questioning why ??....
I always end up peeking .....
into places ....unknown entry into light year journey _
but quantum mechanics will always remind me
the only answers.....
I find my own depth of passion healing inside , feeling eternity...
i am strange and i am afraid,
and i want you to gently plant kisses upon my neck,
my shoulders, my ribs, my thighs,
breasts, hips, stomach, etc....
[oh, it would be so much quicker to list
the places i do not want you to kiss
(because i do not only want you to kiss my body, no;
as much as i love that,
i want you to kiss my heart, my soul, my spirit,
my flaws, my memories—the scars only visible
to you and i.)]
until we cry and the flowers are watered
and they bloom, bloom, bloom and i feel pure and happy again
sometimes i may not behave in such a way
that is deserving of your affection,
regardless of how infatuated i am with you,
but please understand that i am strange and i am afraid
and i am incomplete and i am unbalanced,
but i am the best disaster i can be,
because i have you to take care of me.
please love me and coddle me.
please, please, please.
i am a flower,
and i am wilting regardless of how many times
you water me with tears of compassion,
and wrap me in the blanket of your soft words;
i love it and appreciate it
more than anything else,
but i am still strange
and i am still afraid
and it is impossible
to completely stitch me back to emotional stability,
but no one sews the patches on
more skillfully and gently than you, my dear.
Spaces all the same,dimensions but different
Ideas the very same rushing in to fill voids old
From heads stuffed of past Imitations dead
Straight walls ever rising up,closing space
Square,stiff,solid,regurgitating spirits staid
The same colors but in different places, limited
sick,drained of mind,with an empty soul I wept
Dear innovation creative where are you my angel?
Staring at space blank unchained to past I pondered
The angels came unannounced unknowing softly,
rushing to a heart,empty of mind,surrendered to an intent pure,
Dancing,guiding unfettered,intuitively fantastic,instinctively right
The walls falling away,squares smoothing to curves sexy
walls falling away,opening to vistas of unknown hues wondrous
That very dead space now alive,conducting,guiding a design philharmonic
"I" was but a medium,absorbing,directing flashes from unknown
Driven in a flash flood of euphoria unknowing, to an ocean creative
Knowing not who unchained me,setting me free for that fine Destiny,
Of Innovation. May be love or despair,whatever, Divinity came.
I can feel my heart ready to burst
I'm not a morbid person on the outside
I can't show no remorse
And on the inside my soul is black
Like the sky without stars
Nothing twinkles for me
No candle lights my flame of hope
Is this a disease
Of everlasting dispaire
It makes me so mad
I want to pull out my hair
Will my suffering ever stop
Or will I grow depressed until the day that I drop
i am the miniscule letters
upon the bottom of the poster
at the optometrist’s.
i am the letters that people give up on:
an enigma, a puzzle not worth deciphering.
it’s not that they can’t see me; they know i am here.
they do not want to know
what is embedded in my strange body,
ingrained in my strange soul.
a year ago,
on what i would consider to be
the best day of my life,
may the twenty-ninth,
i met a boy with perfect eyesight.
I dreamt of you.
Reveled in rolls of films and singed snapshots
Upon the back of my eyelids,
Played unbroken. Against my will they seethed
Into damper residue, of which you are not worthy
And I too fragile to evade.
Knowing there to be no answer, in heart or mind,
I lay, beside myself,
Until the sunrise bled orange
And wove patterned loss onto my bedroom floor.
I embarked on yet another day.
With windows shut, lawn mowed, house clean,
I sat to whisper to myself, in solitude, of days bygone.
Head in hands, to rejoice heartily on my loneliness,
On my cynicism, and on the pathetic love
That seeks blindly through my soul,
Like a tethered savage pouncing, viciously,
Onto an unknowing prey.
And thus with every day.
A watercolour of ennui. A leisurely decaying,
Sort of petrified, state of apathy.
Livid with craving to change seasons,
My system inebriated, defunct and restless.
Distilled hours of thought, mockingly staggering
Through petty dates and base attractions.
A dictionary of you,
That someone left unbound
And tactfully unwritten.
caused by heart breaks.
Ripped pages, ripped by a broken soul.
A broken soul,
who did not want to look back at the memories.
Who was naive.
Who lost her stability.
Hurt deep inside,
Fake smile every day...
so wrecked and tired.
Behind the pretty smile,
the pretty face,
the beauty that society sees,
a bundle of mess remains deep under her skin.
My soul weeps for help.
I need to be cleansed right now.
that does not want to be found.
that was contained with memories...
memories with the one she loved.
that I do not want to remember.
Your warm breath
Sent shivers down my back
Getting me higher than crystal meth
I can't think of the time, I've lost track
I'm focused on your burning kisses
Trailing down my innocent body
My body hisses
I can feel my soul disembody
I claw at your perfect back
Bringing you as close as possible
My mind goes black
The way you make me feel, I thought it was impossible
Our bodies melt into each other
& suddenly all my senses explode
My body's begging you to smother
Me entirely, making my mind implode
I want to feel your hard body relax
I want to trace my fingers down your spine
With every kiss it impacts,
Every part of your mind
I can feel your aching body tremble
As your breathing gets deeper
Your soul and mind dissemble
As our love grows steeper
I can feel your heart beat against mine
My adrenaline races dramatically through my veins
I no longer need a sign
Our souls collide swiftly like two trains
I no longer want you
Instead I need you
You no longer want me too
Instead you need me too
(I posted this on Twitter but altered it a bit and added some)
twist on the woven fabric of her
vision within the the broken phrase she just
spoke softly into the darkness
it spreads along the pattern of her days
like tears spreading thru her years
she never seems to escape them fully
they are allways a moment away
from her delicate smile
from her soft butterfly of a laugh
break at the waters edge
and draw in a last gasp of the wave and wind tainted air
her voice comes to you
slowly in thick accented phrases
a passion play filled and ready
for sweating hard erotica
in the shade of this palm tree
tattered edges bring me sorrow
but its the untainted heart of her hearts tapestry
is where i attempt to find a secret home for my
a quiet place from which to shout my poems
down to thouse who would listen
to thouse who could hear
in the morning draw the curtains
shut out the light
restless wall of flames
never to become tame
fundamental of all elements
leaping creeping and all
fire in your spirit
fire that wont die
there are rings of flames
it burns deep in my soul
confusion, whipping, whirling
cruel and devastating
dancing with the flames
a fiery gypsy's dance
by scarlet rose