Darling lover
To me
You are
A galaxy
Now first and foremost don't get upset
That's not me hinting you need a gym membership
Or an objectified observation
What I am saying is you're more beautifully complex than an average constellation
You are not a cluster of stars some people chose to put together
Nor a tether of thought from a single perspective
Some 1 dimensional reflective image to simply sit by in my night sky
Oh no no no, you see to me
You're a complex galaxy
And in those parameters let us playfully define
Right now I'm within the confines of the gravity of your love<br>
It's magnitude of power reigns up to 10 to the 14 stars or above
That's hundred trillion flaming masses passively bound like glue
By simply you just being you
So above the gravity of such galaxies, my love there is nothing that comes more unquestionably and naturally true
Your pull reigns me in
Asks me to begin exploring every facet of your system
Your stars that I am drawn to? Your galactic seeds of wisdom
Burning into the retina of my inner eyes
Your sources of shining light and life brighten up my dark mattered skies
To the point where night and day could be lost amongst your cosmic fray
I am blessed to feel your warmth in my life in such colossal ways
Your planets you have formed?
Refined bodies of the life you've led
I mean a lot can be said of planet surface
And that molten core you spout sometimes
Or that forgotten cold core of lead
Like pieces of your history you chose to keep and store
I'm sure I could probe samples of what makes you so unique
But it's not my primary mission dear
It's not your past collisions I've come to seek
I mean, aren't we all a chaotic incalculable and at best self confessed mess anyways?
I don't think we're ever given enough time to ever truly know
And although I have no idea what keeps that spiral of a chance you call a galaxy going
Whether the source of your gravity's event horizon is or isn't showing
I don't have to know, because not everything's up for exploration
These lives we lead have an expiration, I mean we all have aspirations
I'm not here to find your habitable goldilocks location
Nor do I plan to build a death star, rule and reform your natural galactic formations
I don't plan to rule your galaxy to its farthest reigns
I mean I too have my own galaxy to maintain
And I can't even really promise I'll stay
Our universe is so big
I mean it's easy to get drawn away!
Like everyone else
I guess my vessel is just passing through
And trust me my dear I've tried merging galaxies
And it could never end well for me or you
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is such beauty is better kept modestly observed
Acknowledged and unfettered, rather than ruled
Cause anyone who thinks they own anything
Especially you or I
Is this universe's greatest fool
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Today is the day I will live, or I will die
Today I traveled to await the outcome of my life
Today is scarier than yesterday that's for sure
Today could be my last
Today I might seem a little dramatic to you
Today to you might be just like yesterday
Today for me though, has been looming around the corner for so long
Today has finally come, and isn't going to be like any other today
Today the reality of existence for me sinks in
Today I will go to sleep and I hope I will wake up
Today I am tired, I am alone, I am scared
Today's sleep will be long either way
Today I am definitely unprepared
Today is something we will all one day face
Today doesn't feel easier just because it happens to us all
Today is, without a doubt, my Alpha, or my Omega
Today will be the first chapter of new beginnings, or the final chapter of an old tale
Today I feel like I haven't done enough with my life
Today regret and fear runs through my mind like wildfire
Today I promise myself If I make it through, today and everyday after will be treated more sacred
Today I am telling myself lies just to get through today
Today I contemplate death. I contemplate prayer I contemplate afterlife I contemplate heaven and I contemplate hell
Today isn't a day I wish upon anyone
Today wouldn't be so bad
If only I knew
Tomorrow would come
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
If there's anything I have learned of perspective and clarity
Is morality and mortality is more our mind than of reality.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
An ebb and a flow
Like water we grow
Conscious streams making oceans of change
They treacle and drip
And rapidly rip
Minds rushing like tides through our ways
These currents some fight
And drown out insight
Into what this existence should be
It's just a series of waves
Reflecting all that is change
So let go of life's anchors
Be free.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
This is a virtual representation inside of your mind
Think about that
That voice, this image, reality, space and time
Our five senses are the only things we truly know
Perspective, perception and persuasion are, therefore
Powers we're all bestowed
Let me give you an example that will explain what I mean
Do not think of an elephant
See?
Can't be unheard or unseen!
Also
When I say tree, what do you see?
Do you see the same as me?
And therefore can it be said that when we see blood
We see the same red?
Funny really
How words can shape what's going on in our head
Actually with that said
Isn't this all going on differently in each of our minds?
And don't these confines then make reality indefinable completely?
I think you see a different red to me
You definitely see a different tree
And this all scares the he'll outta me
Because then conceptual ideals like love, trust and reliability
Are also prone to this harsh subjective reality
So when I say I love you
It can never really mean the same to us two
When I say you have my trust
Is the sincerity of those words enough?
And when we speak of reliability
Is it enough to surpass associative ambiguity?
So like words read upon a page
We subconsciously engage in certain powers we may not fully control
We shape and mold through our will
What we do and do not want to be instilled onto others and ourselves
For the rest of our lives
Humbling thoughts right?
Stop thinking of that for second though
And just breathe in nice and slow
So?
Well you are now manually breathing
Before that you weren't really conscious of it though!
Makes you really wonder how much we miss, the deeper we go
Like what is actually real, and just in our head
And is their a really difference as I've previously forsaid?
We are getting pretty deep here now
But do you think there's further to go?
Glad you asked, well, you didn't ask, I insisted
......Anyhow, did you know
That if you copy someone's stance
Your influence towards them
Can greatly enhance?
We call this social mirroring.
Such a funny thing
Don't you think?
How much we can tell from
Arms crossed, sagging shoulders, or a frantic eye blink
And do not under any circumstance, itch your scalp when i say
HEAD LICE
**** Sorry. That wasn't nice
Suffice to say, I am ******* with your mind
But not without a point you shouldn't fear
I mean, Is this all unsettling to hear?
How susceptible you and i might be to our influential peers?
It should cause some alarming fright
To know that someone out there might
Be attempting to control others with thoughts
Right?
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With perhaps insight and upper hand as to how we think and act?
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Is the fear we face on a daily basis based on legitimate status of what is really happening?
Or perhaps it's the stasis state easiest placed upon a person to instill a certain type of mega-mental social conditioning?
...... Well?
What do YOU, truly think? And was that thought yours to begin?!
And are you listening yet? Is what I am saying starting to show?
And is their deeper you and i can go?
It's okay though
No need to panic.
Whatever you do, do not become manic with and start to fret
Do not start questioning every single iota of intent
Do not grow an unjust sense of what is on the surface being said
And what others really meant
This will almost certainly grow unkempt paranoia you will one day truly dread
Instead. And Please I beg. instead.
Keep this solemn sentence within your head.
You.
Are.
In.
Control.
Despite whatever comes your way
You choose the toll it takes upon you
Second by second, hour by hour, day by day
Our minds infinitely powerful, with potential to grow
Just take hold of that, tightly, and never let it go
Let that one seed of wisdom, sink in, and let it nurture and grow
And one day
Potentially
You might just see the same tree as me, mentally
Or at least we can mount makeshift metaphysical bridges from these branches
Reach out and say 'Hey. I finally see what you see. I get you and you get me'
For fear is the sharp saw that cuts down those trees of understanding
And what I am asking isn't really that demanding
We don't exactly have to agree to see the same blood red
But at least one day i hope it can be said
That despite it's different hues, it needn't be shed?
Cause one day I hope to say 'I love you'
And you know exactly what that word meant
Just as much as when someone trust's me
It was understood as best as can be
Because i want reliability to be the biggest tree in my mind
And despite fear coming around to cut it down
Hope is my dirt, my water and my sunshine
Cause really, if we can't understand each other conceptually
Where's the hope for this reality?
But then, again
With all this said
It doesn't matter in the end and in our heads
Because all of this is a virtual representation inside our minds, right?
Our voice, our image, our reality, our space and time
Our five senses we all share, are the only things we know
But until we understand others
It's all we'll ever have to show
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
I once owned a whole lot of crap
It's clutter made me feel entrapped
Now my legs much more strong
As I trot along
With everything I own on my back!
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
Friends come and friends go easily
A true joy in this life's company
But left never alone
With thoughts on your own
You can't find that true friend called 'me'
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
In the sanctuary of love
Precious relics are on display
Rare moments of solitude
Stupefied by the grandeur
Reading the precious scriptures
Invoking the celestial force
Long forgotten rituals
Trapped between the papyrus
Love is not what love seems
Misinterpretation
Leaving us with our interpretation
Here, in the sanctuary
The soul awakens
Flame from the core enlightens
Guiding light of love
A path leads to the heart
If love is not true
It won’t hold strong
Will be swept away sooner
In the debris
It’s more than the cloak
Simple, yet so rigorous
Love is the force
That will withstand time
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
The Scots are a friendly old folk
With Whiskey they share till you soak
But call them a Brit
And they'll **** up your ****
Heritage to them ain't a joke!
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
Drinking is a lovely pastime
Whether whisky or ***** or wine
But mixing your drinks
Makes it harder to think
And you'll just **** your pants everytime
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC