Its great to be good friends with yourself,
Not in a selfish manner,
In a way which can  accommodate others into your life,but also not allow them to take advantage of you.
Know yourself,
Love yourself,
Talk to yourself,
Laugh at yourself,
Its worth it..
Trust yourself,even just a bit.it can go a really long way,
Trust your instincts.
You won't ever know anyone,the way you can possibly know yourself.
Love yourself.

Some things are inevitable,
Like the sun slipping,
Everyday into the shadows,
So the moon can rise and shine,
For the night,
Some things,
Like the sea,
Eventually reaching the shore,
No matter how many times,
She tries to float away,
Some things,
Like a love that was written in stone,
Before the lovers knew what love was about,
And some people (like me),
Stand at a crossroads,
Knowing that some things are inevitable,
Knowing that some things,
Are never meant to be

If words were gold
and intent diamonds
the life of one grain
of sand,
richest on
this planet, may be
wit coiled
upon itself to burn
its starter, fire might
consume the paper we
close in our wallet,
the pyre in which
I and the human race
turn to ashes
might be normal

passion, burning
for each other;
empathy or its comprehension,
celebrating the lowly, meek, the forgotten,
beggar  thief,
weeds of the leaves of grass,
be celebrated, by me,
now.

with no need
to justify my assumptions
there weighs judgement of
society,
the value of all,
I  and you are
the sunrise, experience it;
the newest day
feel the fire, consume my being with it,
glow with me.

I have been heedless
reckless in my need
for perpetual motion.

Hours, a blurred periphery
promises like blades
pointed down

in case I stumbled.

Barnacles begin their lives as free-swimming larvae, ebbing and flowing with the tide.  
Most are eaten, some wash ashore, a few survive long enough to attach
with freakishly strong glue their minute larvae heads to a final rock- strewn home.
There they spend the rest of their lives with feathery feet poking out of a hardened shell, filtering the sea for whatever happens to come within reach.

Why the barnacle starts out free
and ends up bonded to some god-forsaken rock
to alternately dry out and be fed at the whim of the tide
is just one of life's many small mysteries.

While barnacles are meant to lead a primarily static life
human beings are not.
We are meant to flow
to settle and ground, uproot and travel
to seek
to speak well and listen better
to find meaningful answers.

We always have the choice to let go
of whatever safe, high ground we're frantically clinging to
though it will mean not knowing where we'll ultimately wash ashore.

Letting go can feel like being caught in a rip current.  
What I know about rip currents:
They pluck hapless beachgoers from shore and pull them out to the ocean deep.  
If you're caught in one and try swimming back to blessed land
you won't make any headway.
Eventually you'll grow tired and drown.

The only way to survive is to stroke like mad
in a totally counterintuitive direction
parallel to the solid ground you desperately want to reach
until you're out of the narrow river ******* you out to sea.

I've decided to unglue my little larvae head
from its rocky, self-imposed, falsely-safe perch.
Let the current carry me where my feet no longer touch the known.

It's up to me to swim in the right direction until I'm free.

I am so desperate for a Miracle, I am desperate this world to be rescued.
To see your truth, to see the Light , so that no one shall be left behind.
For I am so broken over people being deceived and not believing in God.
I just pray for the blind to have their eyes open, for them to see you.
The way that I see you, the one that rescue me from future eternal death.
I am so desperate for people to find you, for them to be saved by you Lord.
Cause like I said before I do not want to see anyone left behind, no not one.
In the next life, I want to sit and celebrate with them at the same table.
I want us to worship and celebrate your love for us with them together.
I want to sit at the very same table with them sharing our meal with you too.

Here we lie beneath the poppies
Blowing in the Flanders air
Do not forget our sacrifice
Do not forget that we were there

Young men forged in heat of battle
Neighbors, brothers, sons
Lost in time, with just our markers
Lost to lie, beneath the sun

Remember us as men of valor
Remember what we came to do
We came, and died, do not forget us
We gave our lives up, just for you

Forget us not, beneath the poppies
Where the sky is no longer dark
Remember us as long dead heroes
We came, we fought, we left our mark

Forget us not, please pass the torch on
Forget us not, more than this day
Forget us not, we were all soldiers
And we remain so....all the way!!!

Forget us not....

Where's your lady?
asked the chimpanzee
the bear looked askance

the tiger growled
zebras rolled
macaws looked in trance.

Where's she
your lady pretty
queried the lone rhino

it's not good
this solitude
roared the lion with raised eyebrow.

Did you lose your way
this November day
when the sky's blazing blue

this fair weather
you aren't together
how come asked the shrew.

Your face it shows
shouted hippos
this fine day of November

boars did grunt
scowled elephant
you're lost without her.

They were so true
alone at the zoo
emptiness surrounded me

daylight though gold
sky blue bold
I roamed unhappily.

Creating your thoughts into
Reality,letting your imaginations
Escape and form
Art to always live
Through your life and for
E*ver.

Vain I know
I just can't let go
Money that hard to earn
Each day some of it I'd burned

Creating my own clouds
To have strength to join the crowd
When I was a kid, I am too shy
Finally slain my demon of shyness and fly

It started by only feeding my ignorance
Just a single try I've said to my conscience
Seems helping me to have courage in a way
So once, twice, trice until dozen a day

My dear ones begged me to stop
I've tried a lot of times, but I just can't drop
Just like a vampire to blood I crave
To **** the beast of addiction I am not that brave

I am so ****** up now
I am targeting myself with my own bow
A poison I've known from the start
But still I keep it near to my very heart


Written: December 27, 2014

Mysterious Aries