most of us are fighting wars within ourselves; & we project them onto people that are sent to be of help. most of us are too busy, most of us are too linear in the way we are living. most of us want to love but aren’t prone to forgiving. most of us are full of pride, most of us just run & hide. most of us, we know the truth but we stay comfortable in lies. most of us are everything that we despise.
i don’t see a dying earth; i see everything we need to make our hearts pure, define our tears, dismiss depression and wipe out fears. i see that the most ancient sources connect us to the divine truth that is waiting patiently on the day that a dying humanity pauses for a moment to acknowledge, show appreciation and remember. - it’s not the world that has gone to ****, it is the culture that has inhabited it. there’s not a problem that we cannot see a solution to it just depends on the window that you are looking through. there’s not a god up in the sky, a god of earth you wonder why made in its image, you and i. - we hold the change that we so solemnly seek. you think it’s gone cause it’s been buried so deep. but if you do a little digging, search beyond your common mind you’ll find your light, uncover truth & see you’ve got to trust the signs.
a stoic queen; the one you only see up close in dreams. so rare, & so esteem. so powerful, & so supreme. - keep the mind open, & the doors closed. you can’t enter in the temple of the black rose. too much drama, you can’t enter til you’re composed. yes i know, all things that glitter really ain’t gold. & all the slick attempts, the slick intent, intricate men, your game is tired. - if you enter, then you enter at your own risk. a stingy genie, she may only grant you one wish. hard to please, she’s seen it all, hard to reach, no mating call. this is the land of no men.
i went from craving desires, sxxxually. to spurning alliance, definitely. from the stroking of ego, walls evasively caressed; to a glimpse of all that’s righteous, & a conscience yet undressed. drowning in depth of intimacy, clouding respective intuity. fxxxcking the **** out of my actuality. in reality, there was no mutuality. only a tempered battle flee, consisting of my soul’s attempted plea, to be free.
down play my intelligence one time then you’re irrelevant. i’m witty not so hesitant. my instinct nearly heaven sent; a part of my inheritance. you rival my benevolence, like Ann Frank in the Netherlands, i hide behind my diligence. my innocence, equivalent to my feeling ambivalent. -
i found strength where i once saw only weakness. i found the words to say while everyone stayed speechless. i stood abrasive in my fears, i shed like one too many tears but in the end i am stronger than before. see, with or without you i live on. all of my willingness to be in the mix is gone. i will not die without you here! i am self-made remember, dear? i am not chasing what i possess within myself.
beautiful pearly skin, a head full of hair with strands that dance to the beat of the waves. stature equipped with light movements so swift, i have not seen but i can tell your eyes are true. out of the blue, visiting shores you reappear. a simple peek, dive in the deep then disappear. where did you go? it seems like you were never here.
i think i saw a mermaid-man lol. it was probably just a regular man but my mind over-exaggerates everything so here’s a poem.