The Genesis of Sin Was Impatience
Even though the miscommunication from conflicting views create these battles between us. Lord knows I still love the girl…
I’m letting her in, slowly, ********** myself, naked, freeing myself of sin.
But, back in the Garden of Edin, she told me to swallow my apple, Adam. For I am not man but I sure as hell would not mind playing both roles for My Eve.
We are attempting to take our time to bare these fruits; for you and I have much patience to learn from in terms of creation and growth.
The Genesis of Sin Was Impatience.
We trust to see intuitively, even so guiding us to panic. Recommended by most to take a hit of that dope, love, the relaxation to vibrate our physical form but we’ve got this static connection between us, that I yearn to break so very soon and maybe forever.
It takes me awhile to let in, *** I can give but I cannot take love.
My views are misconstrued but I believe that you are the prototype and are able to break my cycles that I seemingly have found comfort in.
The love you have in store has me on the edge of my seat because I can taste it, it, its on the tip of my tongue.
M How deep and how wide your love can be. And it’s so genuine and sweet like the first mango of Summer, or better yet your smile…
Fulfilling and Juicy at most.
Dripping down my chin.
I lick. I chew. I swallow. Whole...
You.I would love to.
Be patient with me and I will be patient with you, because the Genesis of sin was impatience.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Roots grow from within you, planting me in love.
You don't completely know who you are; quite frankly I don't either.
Yet love is where
my mind takes me.
Making me wonder
if love is not knowing
of the unknown...
Is that where you are?
the unknown?
an alchemical entity,
an endless cosmo
an introspective meditation; reverberations vibrating our physical form as we combine souls..
Then
i ponder
you
then
I ponder
me...
and suddenly...
I find myself submerged in you
not knowing how to swim.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
I've loved
I've lost
I've pined away for someone who didn't even know I existed
I've bled
I've cried and sobbed sorrowfully
I've moved on
I've contemplated on ending my life to end my suffering
I've triumphed
I've achieved
I've met my goals just at the deadline
I've crossed the line point of no return
I've loathed myself
I've been kind to a perfect stranger
I've given loads of my time and energy to a worthy cause
I've wondered
I've pondered
I've doubted
I've sat in silence
I've pursued what speaks to my soul
I've lived
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:18 PM UTC
It took me one sleepless night of writing
poems about you
poems about us
of quietly suffering under the sheets of my bed
of letting the darkness around me enter
of letting desire consume my head.
It took me one sleepless night of writing
to promise I'll always put myself first
to hold my own hand
to lift myself up
when I'm at my worst.
Because darling, you may have the most tender fingers
But who got me out of the sheets today?
It was myself
because I'm here alone
and you are so many miles a w a y.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
your touch,
deafening noise
chaotic choruses;
clouding my mind
agitating hourglasses,
showing me that time exists.
but, why do you do this to me?
after claiming connection..
–
meditated movements
in the moment,
is what i crave;
in my tension
setting intention.
opening
and activating the root
of my sacral desires.
–
do you not have it in you?
bass dissolving;
enough to take the beat away
into your fingertips?
with half of your heart
touching me;
calculated caresses,
preplanned movements..
haven't you ever
let yourself lose control?
haven't you ever
closed your eyes
and seen into my soul?
yes?
no?
maybe?
lost eyes tell me otherwise.
–
do not touch me,
unless you mean it..
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
She invested much of her time into something that, in the end, proved to be worthless and a waste of time
She didn’t know where, but she could feel herself moving away from anything that could be beneficial towards her.
She allowed her uncertainty to grasp ahold of her.
Discouraged as she was, whenever she sought, she was disappointed with what she had found.
She feels herself becoming as idle as the worn-out people she loathes.
She doesn’t know what to believe. The external world has a way of disguising too well inner turmoil.
Is it even there?
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
Activating the root;
over my loving overgrowth
the roots grasp ahold of me
configuring sounds from
timeless throats
into our auric field;
You are closing your eyes
to see, intuitively;
Meanwhile...
I am attempting to understand
the complexity of our enlightenment,
radiating for interconnected
oneness..
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Equipped with a mind of its own. So intelligent, independent. How lovely could such a thing be? Any one can honestly step a foot outside of their own comfort zone and could right away, catch a pretty being out the corner of their eye. But tell me, could anyone right off the bat spot someone with a pretty soul? A mindset of the wonders, so amorous that an aura of bliss surrounds She?
Could one glance, one move or one word overwhelm the physical structure? Can it possibly defy human qualities? Can She, possibly be? One glance, can easily tense muscles.
One move can without stress, shoot these sensations down your nervous system. One word can alter brain waves and deplete your speech in ways that your tongue becomes a foreign language.
Such a thing, such an emotion could not be solved by any physicist nor chemist. No medicine or research can overthrow something so powerful. It’s as simple as can be, but yet so dangerous and no one is immune.
A crush. That’s all that’s needed; so viral and contagious. Once you pass by the She who has this in their DNA, it causes for no turning back. You’re caught. You’re done. You’re stuck with this illness ‘til death. And that’s the thing. Everyone is bound to catch this disease eventually. There is that one person out there that matches your DNA. I guarantee that the person will infest your immune system ‘till death do us part. You just need to wait, don’t rush, stay patient.
If you overjump, you’ll ultimately hurt yourself for forcing your body into this sickness because of just a pretty appearence. It’s false, and straight up lethal. You’ll just know right off the bat when you found your matching illness. Your body will initiate, then your mind will, of course, follow.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Tell me why I have you etched so deep inside of me?
The fact that I allowed you to slide on in to me, still contemplating whether my actions were wise.
What a shame, I had lost myself...
Tell me why you had to bring things to the table that no other woman could?
Tell me why this feeling has manifested deep into my chest consisting of aches and sharpened blades gauging my soul.
You, yes you. You know who you are. You released my dopamine and I-I saw you as perfection.
You then proceeded to walk away. It seemed as if the world fell apart, but it was me...
Tell me why, I am now realizing I am wrong... Wrong for etching you so deep inside of me?
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC