The vulnerability of baring myself fully
clenches the belly
panics the heart
stands my hairs on end.

It is truly the most terrifying thing
to stand in ones authenticity.

And yet. And yet.

The courage it takes.
The great tender strength.
The spine tingling elation.
The heart swells, and magic.
The naked beauty borne, in feeling you have nothing to hide.
The spirit touched ardor of a bare approach to life.
The openings and the mystery.
The expressions: tripping, falling, incomplete, misguided.
The wonderful mistakes, elucidating lessons.
The perfect imperfections.
The easing of honesty.
The engendered humility.
The profundity.
The sense of being touched, touching, and in touch with life.
The unmasked revelations, of full spectral undulation.
The this. The that. The I can accept it all.
The dropping of shame.
The incredible liberation, in shedding that shame.
The finding forgiveness for self, for other.
The quiver of unknowing.
The sweet caress of potential.
The dread. The sorrows. The uncertainties.
All making room for, in their acknowledgement:
Room for what else is there.
Room for laughter, and joy, and luminescence.
Room for flirtation, dancing, spontaneity.
Breaking open.
Melting into Love.
Soaring on the wings of Truth.
The hush, of anxious worry.
The Goodness bestowed.
The empathy.
The compassion.
The connection.
The holy restoration of creative flow.
The fires of real passion.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like ****
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind
Then maybe I'd be able to share
The things that I can't make sense
After all a is no place to be!!!!!!!!!
It's not for the weak minded as well.

Unspoken Words
Don’t say sorry, I want to tell her

Do what you like, I would say to her

You’re perfect, I'd confess to her

Take all the time you want and never feel bad about it, never apologize for the way you exist, especially the way you do it, which is so breathtaking I feel I might fall through the floor because I am standing on clouds

Is what I wish I could say to her.

Watching you adore the world is stunning enough for me to spend my whole life doing it
I could gaze at you gazing forever and never be satisfied that I had seen enough
Don't regret all the seconds you spent simply looking, listening, and breathing in all the beauty you could find
I do the same, and it is the reason I look at you so often

Yet another sleepless night
The darkness outside
fills my mind.
Here we go again,
yet another sleepless night.

Waiting for the birds song
to help awaken the light.
I can truly feel it coming,
yet another sleepless night.

Trying so hard to shutdown
losing this never ending fight.
I know I'll never win,
yet another sleepless night.

Barely acting normal in the day
wronging people I know are right.
I think I'm going to explode.
I really hope I sleep tonight

The truth

The truth
Will not hide.

And nor will it take side.
The truth cannot be divide into lies.
By the way,
the truth is a great surprise.

And it will open up your eyes
To either side; at the same time,
wil make you and I,
knowledgeable and real wise.

Also,
the truth will make and set you free.
It will even have you to experience happiness, joy and jubilee.

And not only that, but it will
Make you see also, the things,
that we don't wants to see, hear or like
Sometimes the truth makes you or I,
To take a hike.

The truth itself can be a whole lot of fun;
at times, it can make you; or I,
feel sad; or even mad,
but at the end of the day,
The truth only comes to its part from the heart, to help you, relief you and also to help set you free, flee and to grow up, be mature and to help you rise up; wise up, and definitely to help build you up from your weakness ; to bring you to your highest and strongest point in life; also to take you away from your grief and your strife and to get a life with meanings and not with emptiness.

And so,
when it's all said and done,
the truth, who is God,
MR.LOVE HIMSELF, is only here for the betterment of us all; so let us give a round of applause to and for the truth; most of all, let us embrace the truth when it comes forward with love, humbleness and with a good understanding that it is here to bless us, spare us and not to stress us;
or to lessen, but to infuse us with
a blessing; also with a lesson,
all at the same time.

Praise Love the God; the Goddess of Love with love always n forevermore.