my mind and heart are constantly at war ; to prove to each other their power. When I let my heart decide my mind refuse to take my side but ; whenever I let my mind to score a win my heart goes in a terrible spin.
They both make me confuse with their advice It make me over think everything twice
You have to learn to let you mind and heart win; and this is a wonderful art . Sometimes They both give you strife ; but this is all experiencing life.
Is this happen with everyone or I'm the only one to face the internal war? .haha , but I'm learning to let them be friends .Hope you all doing good , take care of your health and family .
Two Men's vibes burning reach my Evez ice. Two my diamond cave enter. underneath my water fall. Vibration's from beyond, two distinctive voices won, ever twirling on and on; deep as violins his pitch fiddle his electrical guitar's timbre command starry skies above! My tantrick abyss below. I love thee two, lovers mine. Punjabi voice lover divine. I thirst for yours all's mine Our stars wisely magnetized! Both cosmically energized. A state of knowing is ours. dancing eons on two poles, to twirl on and ages on, the mornings and eves long. I twirl on two magestic poles. Long shiny studs hard as steal! First pole's twirl echoes longer Kemah lover elite's older ancient memory hunger! Implant blue pill chip slumber. From willow tree, past pole lover to renewed beloved my forever Kemah twin oaks two glistening poles I am art twirl divine
from past to present LOVE Lives on and on! ~~~ By Karijinbba All Rights Revised 7-29-21.
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Meanwhile I’ve just sat by and wrote poems about her passion pretending it was my own. Little did I know, a seed was planted and she was watering it as it grew into a dream I never knew that I had buried.
I lay, Soft head in soft pillow. Floating. Fabric against porcelain skin. Heart spread wide open. Floating. Gentle stream filled with warmth, The hush of one thousand voices in my mind, Silenced. And even through the ceiling is dark, I can feel the gentle warmth of the Sun above.