I want to make love to you in the most innocent way possible. Not ******* or sleeping together just making love. Your bare body pressed closely against mine and your lips locked on my neck. In this moment we are connected in the deepest way possible. It shows that we are comfortable with each other's bodies and ready to experience a whole new world together. I want to know all those little spots on your body that make you go crazy. I want to be the only one who knows you fully inside and out. You are mine and I am yours. I can't wait to experience things with you and become closer as a couple. I love you so much and I hope you feel the same.

The one that I love,
he's so sweet.
He lights up my dreams,
as I close my eyes to sleep.

His smile is a sight
that I always long to see.
Even when I'm upset,
his laughter spreads to me.

When things become tough
and rain comes crashing down,
despite not knowing how to swim,
I'll never let him drown.

Someone you love dies it is a tragedy.
Two strangers die in your town is a tragedy.
Ten strangers die in your states a tragedy.
Twenty-five strangers die in your country is tragedy.
Two hundred strangers in another country die.
You don’t even blink an eye.
How the hell does that work?
It’s a tragedy that you don’t see it’s tragedy.

There's matter and there
is energy

Both are the same
in this way

Neither can be created
nor destroyed
just transformed

Atoms and molecules
and what's moving
grouping them
together to form life

All these little things
making up bigger things
We are so small,
so small we can't
physically see what
we're making.
Is that where all
our wonder comes from?

Looking around the room
at the still objects
I see all these
moving particles coming
together to be.

What is holding them
together? What is
their purpose of connection?
Energy is working
always to influence
all of creation.

This energy is always
moving, whether seen or not
always giving and taking

It's so minute
and completely vast
simultaneously
It's the connection
to everything

It is my spirit
that keeps me alive
and the change
into new life when
the atoms change
and the body dies

Only acknowledgment
of the profound energy
can lead to the
answers of our wonder,
the reason for life

Focused on physicality
the bigger picture
will never be seen

The bigger picture
is too big for our eyes
but that's why we have;
Our minds
to sort out
the manifestations
And our hearts
to hold onto purpose

It will always
be hard to explain
something so much
bigger than ourselves
but I know
every part is vital

Every part is conjoined
to the last and the next
making up one

That is reason enough
for me to want to be
a helpful change
a good person
and forgiving.

Anything is possible

My
My
My
A girl like you


A woman for me


A woman like you


Someone who knows she is


A woman like you




And I wonder how


How
How


You could be here.


Now now now


It's really you


And her here here


It's never you


When you know im looking for something real










It's her I'm looking at. Finding imprints of loving acts in infinitesimal moments
I melt into you like I can't describe how


How


Who you are to me.


Here


Here


Her presence moves.


She moved


Moves. Me.


I write some small sentence to try and rally the passion inspired by her


But I can't find


Lose sight


No more…


I can't forget you and move on




What do you do in all I am


Just the two of us


And I bleed why I can't let you go


Because I'm here for you, baby


Please


Let me unfurl ..


I'm always here right next to you
Forever wherever we go

by Arcassin Burnham


In The skies through the clouds she flies through
a sea of dolphins,
walking on the ocean as she gazed and he faced
his ultimate challenge knowing he can't get her
back finding out what happened,
guarding and watching over him like a mighty falcon,
but resurrected by the crows of which death brings,
Fell in love with the story by morning going to an lustful
evening,
avenging her death like theres no **** tomorrow,
Wondering why his heart was filled with so much sorrow,
By the hour , every hour on the hour of every day,
Sarah talking to her friends and placing flowers on they're graves,
It's good to know her mother's safe and free from all the devil's grace,
On devil's night , no room for light, bad men will fight,
Don't rest anyway,
But she sure miss you and her,
And you both miss her as well,
Like two angels watching over her,
Live your life , don't let your food get stale.

Can you really expect to cope,
if you’re not connected to Hope?

Faith in Christ is a requisite;
let’s not be… overly delicate

in discussing this matter today;
He alone is the Life, Truth and Way!

Our need for a real relationship
with Him, pushes us towards kinship;

after all, we’re to be joint-heirs
and strive to be spiritually aware

of our Heavenly responsibilities!
It’s time to grow up, mature and see

the plan and purpose God has for us.
With our identity in Christ Jesus,

we find Life’s meaning and its scope,
seeing that we’re… connected to Hope.

One you peered at and collected data on
in the confines of your tantrum
journal
You with your diamond eyes
Looking at me through
a purple looking glass window
haze and wondering
about me
It was a distant curiosity
Removed
Detached from itself
and from me and from all the loose
and heavy vessels
that connected us