The more we deeply Love the self, the less we will feel hurt by the lack of Love from others. Deeply loving the self, is not about love of the Ego, its about allowing the Ego to open the door to the Soul, where we explore our depths, our darkness and our light, our wisdom, our truth and our inner beauty.

she walks along the sun beaten path she clears my heart of all the sorrow and stress her eyes crumble my very foundations she is the one that has the bright soul that shines above all the rest she could is the love that stops wars she is the love that great writers only can dream of she is the love that is irresistible in my mind i walk the dark streets and i see her a beacon of light pushing away the darkness

I want to break down the walls of vanity it is the cause of my destitution I have the mindset of a man who has lost all sanity and self worth walking along the needles of self doubt the pain I feel upon my feet the unforgiving object piecing my reality creating an imperfect image in an inhumane existence is my life bound by the creeping feelings of isolating thoughts or is hope just above the horizon shining with a brilliance that man can only begin to comprehend

Love in essence is the value of dust beating along the dunes of oblivious desert
I see the shores of neglect beating along the desolate beaches
solitude is crashing through my ever weary soul  
the lively feeling of the ever brilliant sun
pierces my visions of incantations
sounds of voices coming up from the chasm
speaking of the love long lost in the midnight
beating drums of the sinful fabricator haunt me now in my waking hour
only in shame and anguish i shall flee
how queer that one must think about the inner feelings of alienation and self doubt
I feel like I’m in this rapid change of emotion as time goes merrily by
The lucid point of my journey in this ever changing existence is nothing but an illusion for vanity and self hatred

Memories drifting along in the harshness of winter but also come back at the dawn of spring
The journey to a concrete existence is one a being cannot finish
These thoughts run through my mind in a effort to convince myself that somehow my life will end up having a purpose or an explanation
Explanations full of doubt and obscurity these thoughts and memories which make my question my creator my self worth my fundamental personal traits that i have created for myself
In life there are journeys that are never concrete the answers to the question are never clear as the summer rain
These journeys, memories and thoughts are what makes enigmatic living a work of obnubilate art

I wish I were a glow worm, a glow worm's never glum. Cause how can you be grumpy when the sun shines out your ***