We where never a masterpiece,
more like a jigsaw piece missing parts.. But we spent that time not worrying whether we would find them. We knew that every part would connect, sooner or later. And if it didn't, It just added to the mystery of what our finished picture would be. It takes a life time to find where we connect, never let that burden you. Its all part of the fun.
We are so intertwined
Hands and outer thoughts About the time my sweet caramel flan Love caught up needing a backup plan Inner mind outer limit **** Hands touched to be the heart, Liberty freedom bell Inner hands whole world Of wisdom inside the wishing well The Blessed Holy land Inner heart kingdom Teamship hands touch Her outer lips beam On the outside heart melts At random "Worldly Hands So Comic" the fandom Only had the right hands, Prayer to God, he lands he knows all your traits Outlooks testing the limits Forget me not rise of flowers My talent high digits New Year Starlight holy rain showers On the outside, he sees the inside powers The wrinkled hand artist swirl inner circle young ones Outer tough skin old ones Scraped knees the outside Your fragile hands bend Who sends love in your head? The outer lips inner mind Takes the flight the fullest moon instead Will my inner hands meet the life I really want positively, please come soon?
Hands say things about yourself but the inner heart knows your outer thoughts to be saved make it your best thought in the right time
The lights and camera
The divine energy holds A multitude of drama The light up the moment She's the Wonderwomen He's the thunderbolt her divine cup sips to trips no one's fault Her cupped hands Egyptian grain of sand Light up Divine cup To the Godly lands Under her sheer light escape But he's the waves to her heart seascape Saying light up my buttercup I Apple ring her pictures On Instagram Hush sweet Scarlet lights no danger Into the red light district Don't give a dam Orient express lights up perfect light up fun dress Amazing Galaxies I tune wedding-lights The million- fantasies The Shinning cups Fertilized of Forever Fairies Burning light of Italian vines the vinelands My Venus love of hands Light of the Titans The man of good deeds In my special cup To the end of the earth Light up my divine cup To eternity higher force Told the story Heavenly with fierce Heart filled with Glory it is never the same story
The light up the moment we do not usually get somehow the darkness comes but our heart brings on the light cup
Why must we unpack MYSTERY?
Wrap it in Theology? Box it up with piety and on our knees call “Deity!” Can AWE be trademarked, WONDER sold? Does the unknown have to fit a mold? Embrace the pure uncertainty and cherish possibility.
As an Atheist it ticks me off when religious people claim that only they can experience true wonder or awe etc.
Life is a gift
Of random splendour Pain starting swift Then the next so tender Or so they say Give a reason to me Why my sweets stay As stagnant as can be
Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get.
You are awake,
And so aware Brilliant unlike other beings among us You are celestial You shine so bright Ethereal unlike human beings among us You are understanding And non-judgmental Too pure to criticize those gossiping among us You are conscious And so restrained I wonder why you’re in this world among us
The human life is so very strange
We are all filled with such different things Different desires, different perceptions Different scenes and experiences Different pains and different demons It's baffling, isn't it? How we all live in the same world with one another, yet completely different worlds in our psyche How our fates are tied with certain people temporarily, or perhaps forever although it's rare We all have memories we will carry to the grave, memories that will carry on even after death And those who are born after us may find our gravestones one day And not think a thing of it.
there was a forest
not far from home that i often visited as a child i knew every path and every trail every tree and every clearing and though i could always find my way it was the one place i would go to become lost and though it was completely familiar to me this forest was always a mystery and this is what i mean when i say we belong together and this is what it feels like to be in love with you
If only my hand could express what is in my heart - Brad Pitt (Seven Years in Tibet)
a wisp of smoke curls up--heavenward
until it disintegrates into nothingness a burnt tip-- alighted by an orange flame that flickers quick from a cheap Bic lighter the cigarette dangles tantalizingly between *******-- index and middle it's a balancing act-- to stay away from the ashes and to not drop your sustenance dark red lips slightly parted nearly purple, but not quite as if a speeding car halted at an invisible border the arbitrary line between purple and red she exhales the smoke coming out in elongated ohs once the smoke clears she is gone after all, she was a hazed out, high-defying, hallucinatory, dream
i tried to capture the typical woman from a hard-boiled detective fiction/noir film, in someone's dream. think broadway's city of angels, for an example.