#freely
emptying to be refilled
refilled to be emptied
the road to forever
a mathematical simplicity
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:11 AM UTC
Love rises softly like jasmine light,
Guiding my spirit through gentle night.
Silent blossoms whisper ancient truth,
Awakening peace within my youth.
Purity blooms where tender winds sing,
Jasmine unveils hope in everything,
Calm breaths open the sleeping soul,
Light returns making the spirit whole.
Jasmine awakens truth in rising light,
Love unfolds gently in sacred sight.
Purity gathers softly within me,
Spirit ascends freely toward eternity.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 4:44 AM UTC
Love rightly—
not with the weary caution
of hearts too wise to hope,
but with the brave unguarded joy
of those who have just begun to feel.
Let it be simple—
the way morning light spills
without asking if the world deserves it.
Let it be honest—
a gaze that lingers, not to possess,
but to understand.
Do not measure it.
Do not tame it with fear or pride.
Let it run barefoot through the fields,
grass-stained and laughing,
trusting that beauty was meant to be shared.
For young love—
though it trembles, though it knows not how—
loves wholly:
it believes,
it forgives,
it keeps no record of restraint.
So love rightly—
as if every sunrise were your first,
as if every soul were worth your gentleness,
as if to love
were the holiest kind of courage.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:54 PM UTC
Free from the whims - of politics
And the shifting tides of state
Bitcoin remains unchanging
Impervious to love or hate
Free from the whims - of power
In any of its ugly faces
Bitcoin performs its duties
At all times and in all places
Free from the whims - of greed
From those who reach and steal
Bitcoin continues like clockwork
Holding scarcity as the ideal
Free from the whims - of looters
Who mandate the “sharing” of gains
Bitcoin rewards the hard workers
Who break from the idler’s chains
Free from the whims - of anyone
Who might alter or change the code
Bitcoin stays governed by rules
Staying firmly on freedom’s road
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 12:26 PM UTC
There are over a million things
To do in the name of pleasure.
Over a million more that involves
Company.
The person I could be,
The person I’d love to be,
Over a million things that could go wrong.
This thought a wave pattern found
In an ocean of sheets,
The shore of the mattress bare.
The meeting of my fingers interlocked
With yours,
The earth rotates & bends sideways.
Without hesitation we are poured
Up down left & right,
Over a million things that could go wrong.
Lost at sea in complete darkness
I cling to you to keep warm.
Lost in the earth, you blush morning.
Shedding light to infinity.
Your face a cathedral of a million things
That could go right.
Smushed & paused in excitement.
Finally.
A religion that doesn’t require
A curriculum.
The earth rotates & bends,
I am baptized in the liquid from
Your lips & like a fish I am alive,
& like a fish I can breathe without fear
That you’d be stolen & renamed
Without fear that you’d be stolen & renamed.
Robbed of over a million things
That could go right,
Between the sheets we hide.
I cling to you to keep warm, lost in the earth
You blush morning.
Shedding light to infinity.
Finally.
A religion that doesn’t require
A curriculum.
The person I could be,
The person I’d love to be,
Without fear.
I wander you freely
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
Shadows rise to confront the sun,
stationary swirls continue to twirl.
The grey of which is hardly seen,
within those fragments of duality.
Pearls found from darker nights,
gleam direct in this moonlight.
Black and white are convexed,
whilst time itself is condensed.
Golden opportunities appease
those who can view with clarity.
So step aside and think freely,
to see the repeated disconnect.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 11:51 AM UTC
::
_There is place in my mind
Where my thoughts can wander freely,
Once they stop inspecting themselves
So very very __CLOSELY__;
A place where they can dance
Naked around the living room,
Unencumbered by attention
To detail, to the opposite of detail,
To the opposite of the opposite of detail._
:
_The tricky part is that to find this place
I must get lost looking for it;
Only ever realising that I was there
Once I am no longer where
...Intention meets in-attention..._
::
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
It’s like the sun is in me.
Wild energy,
feeling warm and free.
When I am with you I start living, and find the person that I need to be.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
I now give my love out freely, it's your business what you choose to do with it
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 8:00 PM UTC
Scars of the heart are the hardest to heal
Yet the greatest you can feel
To give yourself freely
To be released just as easily
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 1:54 PM UTC
Scars of the heart are the hardest to heal
Yet the greatest you can feel
To give yourself freely
To be released just as easily
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 2:46 AM UTC
The truth is...
we don’t love
the person
we love
because they
love us back.
We just love them.
No reasons.
And quite frankly,
that’s what makes
it so liberating.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
Keep your heart soft even in hard times
Keep it well but give it often
Live like it is the key to happiness
Even thought it will get stained and mostly broken what is ha ing an untouched heart if it cant be shared
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
Am I intense?
Well, I guess that depends
If the message is sent
But to you we're just friends
Has the mood become tense
So that now it must end
In my plan, threw a wrench
All advances suspend
Should not need a defense
Or your feelings defend
Does not work if against
Can't distort, twist or bend
Don't want you on the fence
Later something to mend
Take me out; Ride the bench
Simply followed the trend
A pursuit would be dense
Broken message I'd send
How you felt came and went
Not returning again
Everything said I meant
But I will not pretend
'Cause my love's not for rent
And my heart I don't lend
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Slip sliping away
Hide away
My pain
At the back of
My closet
Dwelling in my pain
All the hurt and wrong
Done on to me
Screeming for them to leave me be
To let me be me
still thankful of those who foiled my plan
And boy was it grand
Instead I sat in the grandstands at Contact 2013,
Vancouver BC
Combating a invisible disease
To where everyday
It’s hard to breath
Still I stand tall
With the ball in my court
Not going to port
To where attempt number 3
Takes place
Instead a
Near death experience at sea
Thanks carnival
50 bands
Taken away from me
All in order to save me
From myself.
Thank You Chase for always being there for me in dark times.
Thanks for not letting me have 50bands to just end it all with it.
Thanks to you a known time and predreamt dreams all come to be and continue to do so.
Thanks for showing me the lighter side of life to where every day is a good day.
I love you bro,
Always
© Try
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
And I'll gladly sit there
in that tacky chair
and bleed out for an eternity
To watch that woman
laugh freely and smile
open and relaxed
All night
and then I'd remember
I'm hers, and she's mine
And I'm so lucky
that she's soft and gentle with me
for surely I'd die in that seat otherwise
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
Spend less time...
Clinging onto whatif branches .
They’re frail & sapless.
When happiness breezes by, it can’t be contained in a bottle.
If you don’t understand the breeze,
you’ll climb desperately
tumbling from broken branches & broken spirits, only to be plopped where you started, but sorer.
Let go completely and fall, the wind will catch you,
toss you up and around
and gently set you down
on the dirt
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
November
has it’s own different ways
of reminding us about death
but to me, there’s not much of the dead
or the scary moments and memories
it’s more about my heart’s desire
to want to savor every waking day
the inhalation & exhalation
every sunrise, every breath
to feel more blessed
...to spread more love
...to give more to myself
and be reminded
that being alive, still
the best gift I had received
from above
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
Eat
1 2 3
Seeds from fruit trees
Love
I've missed you
My cherished one
Soon
You will be
With us again
Cold
Is the earth
Beneath soft snow
But
Way down here
The embers glow
Warm
Are we, beloved
Feelings freely flowing
Waves
Crashing into rocks
Passionate and fierce
Eat
4 5 6
Cross the river Styx
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
The simpler life becomes,
the worse it seems to be.
As things turn to basic,
for both you and me.
Take my hand,
elevate me far away.
Bring me to the place,
where there is no dismay.
Where the birds sing freely,
where the skies never turn grey;
where we can both live happily,
and our souls will never fray.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
*I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.*
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
do you know what it feels
when you can't speak out loud
like a quiet rock
that always stand still
even a leaf was fall
with no sound
although it doesn't want to
but it have to
can you tell me how to let it out?
just like bird singing along freely
like no burden
can you tell me, please?
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC