If we are still here
that means we are still here for a reason

i know - i'm sorry not sorry
i got mad

i took some pills
and to be  honest

it taught me , not to mess with what i don't know
to always read the label and to ask before taking

because i ****** up

and to be honest
i'm young dumb and not

i'm actually super smart
so i again write this peace primarily for me
but for you too


and i hope that you sleep well tonight
and i hope i do too
because i've heard the cries
and i answer this call wherever it may take me

even if it's away from you for a short time

i'll always be coming back
i love you so
and half an hour with you can change the world

You are a
     Fox in a beard
            With morals and
Values some may fear
Due to your honest , straight
Nature,
              But I can see more
Than that .
           I can see the hurt
Aspects in your eyes, that
Make you
              That much kinder –
      For out of pain,
Those, who choose –
Can birth and
Form much
Richness of character
And bear more of the elusive soul - rarely seen without the ego garb - but in this case , is slowly taking off the costume to reveal the secrets within.

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Stretched out like a green mountain lion –
A tickling of pride and mocked nonchalance dance side by side in your Eyes accompanied by
The slight fiendish grin
That overcomes your
Face when you
Know I can’t resist
You anymore

We are only at the threshold
as humanity we stand , teetering on the edge , a fork in the road , what does 50 years away look like?

Every mind , body and soul counts - creating our collective reality , we all matter much more than we currently stand for , under the bulging , bulbous stench of dictational media, our priorities rest on worn out laurels and a crumbling podium stretched out into the abyss of ego

how many people can smile due to an action you make today?

currently my standing is at 2, but i hope to make that at least 15 by the end of the day

Execute “trying” but do so kindly, the balance is fragile and the tipping point is blinding,

the insecure monster likes to feast of fresh joy, feed it and suffer.

And so , striving to maintain the eagerness to live ,
became my prophet , the purpose
my constellation guiding me

  consolation to the wickedness imbibed in the air around me

each day i launch an attack on myself
to find the places i can evolve

i could ask you where your from but that's nothing compared to what you wanna get done
tell me about all your dreams , your hopes your wishes the ones you'll get by whatever means

so maybe your mind isn't sweet and maybe your dark to the core and maybe your sorrows overshadow the light that wants some more

That's just the flows , flow
speking to souls?

or am i just writing to myself
out there in the web , i see

people seeing me

and saying nothing

...


yet knowing more than they probably would if they hadn't seen this...

wHO are you?

Reading this... perhaps you are a person ; who loves fruit juice for lunch and shiny golden shoes. Maybe not.
I wouldn't know
but you see me..
i marvel at that ability we have now...

Technological.



or maybe.
you are more like the lightning with thunder happening



there is always a thunderstorm somewhere.

It is not always..... but i’m working on being quieter... there is so much noise that is not needed in this world.                      I figure if i listen more, not only
will i
allow space

for the world to happen ... but i allow space for myself to disperse-

the silent songs to croon me to sleep , the voiced heart of hearts that i saw you in and the lumiouns nights that fell apart in open sighs and drifting moons on crashing tides and sleepless nights full of worry. Sing me awake.

Always running with time,
never out of it

i am the time keeper

To dwell on the destination is to miss out on the journey. Leave the future for the promise of tomorrow and the shapeless visions it holds.

expectation killed the cat

to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.

for the distance
one travels  
by miles ,
one can travel
1000000x greater
inwards.
The true journey is to the seat of a truthful heart
and beyond.

to the very depths of your soul i dive

and from there i derive

slithers of secrets and whispers of dreams

artefacts that i’ll grab by some strange twisted means.

to the very floor of your being

i’ll spend a little while creeping

dust down the old pictures of people you once loved

of places you once

regarded as somewhat sacred.

i’ll put a stop in the door that leads to your core

a cold draft flits in as i seek for more,

the aim of my ventures

my mis-adventures?

i couldn’t scarecly tell you much more

than i don’t mean to poke or pry

to deliver the tears to your eyes

ignorance is bliss and with that

i just want to set the world on fire.

within these walls we’ve built around ourselves

there is surely an emergancy exit

back to the realms of possability

just a skip , hop and a jump

across the sea of realization

It ignites my soul to know there is so much to feel and so much time to do it, all of eternity sits on my lap and asks me for no more than my attention.

i break down only to

put myself together again

flashes of uncertainty cloud my mind

but reality

kicks in soon enough.

It is not an option

to stay under

the waves,

this is a one way street

no turning back.

In amongst the lost souls who believe they are found, some let the tides carry them amok ending up on the shores of time

Till the sky doth lighten
And the mist does well to rise,
I’ll be yours

12/27/12

My heart takes a leap
every time the cosmos
passes by my minds
eye

all for one
all is one
one for all
one is all

Thank you
is due

to those who save

If only words could speak !