#spirtual
Peace doesn’t mean the absence of chaos, it means finding calm within it, after the stillness and quiet that follows amongst our desire not to be burn out or up from the pressure of the fire within.. instead of the combustion where oxygen or anything essential will burn it away.. our cells emit cold light. Which is a by product of cellular waste, Where even when it feels our hearts frozen over.. your biophotons emits regardless as light instead of heat..
As a result of unused energy.. regardless how diminishing strives may be.. you will continue to shine.
Even if it means having the audacity to face aversion.
Where In the breath you remember to start again, as material yields no such results as the world gets dense.
Awareness is where you find peace not speculation of the things that haven't materialize yet, ... and the quiter you become the louder things get.. more you will hear.
The real voyage doesn't surrender to new environments but the new perspectives that flicker in your eyes.. a summit to the abyss, as you can't find your heaven without roots in hell. Everything eventually gets pressurized, redefined and reformed into a beautiful higher density like diamonds.. and there piezoelectricity.. where they emit energy. Beautiful dance of the atoms, where if you think a little deeper ... it's there atmos/phere
Where atomos is greek for uncuttable or divisible.. so no matter how dark it gets this sphere belongs to the atoms that will keep shining to keep you alive.. as singularity seems infeasible as quarks and leptons need extreme dense mass of a collapsing starr serveral times heavier.. like a core of a black hole.. where 99.9999999 is empty space of atoms making up everything
Like a supernova where it break down to quarks and leptons... may so your soul encompasses the star you are.. many combustions got you this far.. even in Death I realized.. we will always dance in the sea of flames..
And reverberating locomotive even in the lonesomeness of the abyss where many will continue to sleep in their ignorant bliss. My Synapses from the conjunction of my dissolving sphere. Hope I conjured a decent read.. enjoy your evening
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
we would rather discern a fleeting renunciation than transmute these destitute ends.. but I grasp what needs to be catalyzed in hindsight.
I wouldn't trade this execrable disdain that echo through the night, cause you taught me radical honesty..
Surreptitiously as these circumstances engrain, you're teaching me accountability without self flagellation.
Persiflage tides that drown these ambition, shows me that our words need to flourish, not erode and to respect your own sovereignty.
The Fabrics of our Anatomy and the center point of singularity seems like a blissful illustration that yields us to stop negotiating with ghosts of our past that haunts our desires for this embellishing entanglement.
A nervous systematic disposition we have here, a conjunction of eccentricities I still have to decipher.
Along with the idiosyncrasies I trace upon the lines of her fragile nature. Abdored and abhored alone the same poles we dance through.
As the Incremental waves of beauty and desolate reverberating measures throw my faculties asunder from a structural love, instead of an optional one. Easy to say, the reflection is refractive bound we must learn to adhere to, so I'm done chasing, the dynamic ends as...
The adscititious wavelengths that convalesce Innately in her, disposes her complex anatomical snare that once seemed impeded, to realize the root of this dismal length.. but the intense limerence entailed a familiarity that transverse world's that resides beneath those eyes, a reflection Innately the atoms danced to.
"Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo" ( if I cannot sway heaven, than I will raise hell) for there is no heaven like here and no hell I wouldn't endure.
"Fluctuat nec mergitur"( she is tossed by the waves but doesn't sink) a symbolistic resilience that is admirable.. as our problems root from the mirror tendencies we haven't resolved but peace is the pinnacle of our unfortunate aptness to defragrate our inclinations. This I must meditate upon, and integrate eventually. So we quit burning the seams woven inbetween us and the propensity we once crystallized.
At least it's animating as much as alienating. Until next time.
Where Namaste relatively seems dimensions away but somehow prevalent. Until we cross again.
_ Twins at times feel more intense than intimate.. but I presupposes I'm ready for this hopefully resounding interlude.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 12:10 AM UTC
Remember the days
you spent alone?
Cold-hearted
and jaded,
You wandered down
the road of despair,
With roadblocks at every turn,
Scared to believe it
would get easier
The further you went through
life's intersection.
It's not that you gave up
Or didn't care,
You just wanted things
to finally go right,
Instead of running in circles,
lost in thin air.
As the saying goes,
"All is fair in love and war,"
There's no limit to achieving
what you strive for.
Just open your heart,
let the inner light glow,
There's no reason to
face the shadows alone.
Remember when you thought
you could never love again?
Like all happy endings,
your story doesn't stop here.
Your new chapter begins,
Because
This is not the end.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
In a splash of sunlight through window panes,
we watch in grace together
Bright green eyes, light up my mind
I wish to gaze upon them
I watch her walk around me
Everything, she appreciates
I admire her world of wisdom
Teaching me to have space
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
Today is a day to celebrate, not to be taken as a given
Nor take for granted the gift of this our mortal life
To praise which is to pass from here onto life eternal
Don’t you know? It’s a mother who forms the endless circle
Where the circle begins and the circle should end
She opens a door with a key held only by her hands
Calling upon angels of heaven to grant her a soul
She has known me from before the first kingdom
When the Father brought light to our existence
Even then, she knew my flaws to their very essence
She welcomed me without an ounce fear or reservation
In humility, in obedience to the Father, in loving kindness
By our Creator’s love, by mother’s choosing, her bravery
Today is her day
My mother’s day
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 4:22 AM UTC
All that is will be,
This life was never meant for me,
I took my miscarriage son's place,
in this great spiritual race,
what could he have been?
wise, judicious or saintly?
but no I took his place,
being down here is miserly and leaves a bad taste.
Does none of us ever ask what is left for me?
when time is so boundless and set itself free,
pray for all that is,
that we may not take the place of one another.
but be true to ourselves,
and love one another.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:16 PM UTC
I know
I would have stayed
In eternal Paradise with you
But snakes with their cursed tongues of silver
Stole away my forbidden fruit
Until you got a taste
Of your own
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC
My name is Alexis
And I'm and addict;
Just 19.
Who wouldve thought...
Amphetamine.
This ***** ******* habit
Keeps on reeking ****** havoc
This heavy dose, i love the most
Its fist is wrapped around my throat
So tightly roped, i try to cope
But have i told you of the voice
As if I have no simple choice
Every night i hear that noise
It whispers and hisses ill fame
And in my saviours name
I rebuked this devil and said he was to blame
Tragic it was when I feared we were same
Only briefly, so before he fell away from me
And from grace, I needed just once to see his
Face
I summoned him, provoked in that hour
The devil at hand, while within my power
To show his cowardly self, and he appeared
The "Self" ishness in me. A mirror I saw
I cant escape this hate for law
To **** myself and laugh at me
My reflection says, "don't you see?"
I am the devil in you. You can't be free.
a holy verse you know so well
Said in the Lords house you just might dwell
It taught you truly the nature of god
And to write euphemisms, o poet in facaude
The complex you create to be above
This evil thing you cannot love
Inside of you, that is called "I"
The devil I am. That lives inside
In the Word I learned to know of this god in which you abide
guiding you to deny me to death.
Dissonance from guilt, creates in you, me
A separate enity, in which you can't be free
Except in flesh, of responsiblity
But without you, I don't exist
Denying the self inside, shouldn't feel like such bliss
But to yourslef, you lie
And within I die, every time
A juvenile in your prime
You forget me and commit the one sin
Which honestly can't be forgiven
Denial of error, dont look so blue
Failing to forgive the devil in you, it's true
You deny me by your own will
A chance to have peace, to be still
In rebuking me, what's left is condemnation
Eternal damnation
It is the "self" you dismiss
When the pipe you kiss
Makes you feel I do not exist
So let this god cast me away
But it's your own soul you lost today
I am the devil. The mirror.
You're truest fear.
In church this is called blashepmy
But I like to call it your ego,
We both know you cant let go
Pure humanity, inner calamity
To deny thy self love, such profanity.
To repeat this rejection expecting a new "me".....
Literally defined: NOUN
Insanity.
The devil in me is so profound.
I will not be forgiven. Because I will it not.
I deny my pain.
So slowly driven my self insane..
Pray not for peace but Novacane
to numb these rotting teeth, that ache so slowly, only subject to the sovereign hand of time; this cycle. This crime.
This line of mine
Amphetamine.
But the conscious is clean
Alteast... I think?
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
Beauty walks this world. It ages everything*
I love them according to the seasons
Let’s start with the winter scene
It reminds me of June bridal dresses
Woven into the likeness of winter themes
Capturing Impureness without stresses’
The colors of springs, the beginning of testing,
The attitude of one’s happiness that lies ahead for bracing sea breeze
The mindset of the summer beauty :shine through summer madness:
as we slowly move into the fall months
We tend to have spiritual thoughts about the madness of summer
The spring will dwindle, as the windy days come
Embrace the beauty of remaining days of summer
The beauty will be bottle in our hearts and mind for ever
Beauty walks this world, it ages like any another thing
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
I see things
I feel them too
I'm paranoid
I don't know you
I know things
I know it all
They're blinded
By my love
Don't hate me
I am you
I'm inoffensive
But you don't know
I couldn't hurt you
Don't run don't go
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Lets address whats evident
In this room There's an Elephant.
Why do you see us as being irrelevant.
Just because our skin was kissed with melanin
Mixed in with the protien of Keratin
They slapped us with a label of being African American.
Yet we are descendants from one of the 12 tribes of Israel: Juah, Ephraim, Manasseh, Naphtali, Levi, Asher, Issachar, Gad, Zebulun, Reuben, Simeon, and Benjamin
We were taught to be Nurturing and feminine
Because we were raised to be young ladies, due to our body producing high levels of estrogen.
We are sweet like sugar but can be spicy like cinnamon.
We have an Aroma of shea butter, coconut, and honey
We are enlighten with wisdom, so we are far from a dummy.
We cant be bought be bought with your worldly money.
Even on a dark day you would think its sunny
Because our souls are so divine
that it's reflection from the inside will brighten the world like the The moon in the midnight's sky that shines.
We are Unashamed.
We can not be tamed
Inside us lies a firery passionate buring flame.
We have a Hebrew name.
We are not the same,
We are individually different and one of a kind.
We have a beautiful mind.
We are fruitful like ripen Grapes growing ravashingly on the branches from vine.
We age like fine wine.
We are not to be treated as devalued change such as quarters, pennies, nickles and dimes.
Our voices are delightfullly sweet just as the peaceful sound of musical wind chimes.
We tell stories through our dancing, words, paintings, songs, poems, verses, rhythms and rhymes.
We dont need makeup to cover up a blemish
Its just a sign that we have flaws and God's not finished.
The power of Yah flows from us graciously.
For Our beauty comes naturally.
Our souls are birth from the heavenly.
We speak Pleasantly.
Some have a complexion of Maghony.
But My skin tone is Vanilla bean
I get high off life like caffeine
I glisten like afro sheen.
I am a Hebrew Queen.
Thru the untrained eye my future cant be seen
The Most High is listening,
Shaping, and our futures he's creating.
We Seek Yahwehs face for insight
Going through a transformation to get our souls right.
Taking a journey to new heights.
We are stand out like highlights
Shining in the world of darkness like flashlights.
And Yeshua Hamashiach has our copyrights
We say it out Loud
We are Hebrew and We are proud!
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Look at your torn fingers
Wrapping around transparent love
Grasping at what you perceive as real
Based on fear of losing everything
You could not bare the endless possibilities
That reside in your flawed mind
Speaking foreign languages of false gods
Cupids illusion for perfect hearts
The perfect rendition of serenity
Yet we are all flawed
Radioactive identities in the ***** hands of death himself
Pleading... praying for a drip of pure water to let my demons go
To help me see a vivid love once agian
Travelers of ancient times define pathways as divine temptations
Paths that can lead a flock of lambs to kingdom come or to a deathly sun
Blind eyes could see the words
Etched deep inside stone tablets
Jehovah be of golden truth
He envisions all likes of love
That wills me to make my fingers bleed
And grasp what i can not see
For faith be the only reason why
I know its real
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
*Ash forests, Tigris and Euphrates meet
Pistachio scent slithers through my nose
He was no saint.
He feeds me forbidden fruit from Eden
Touches my face with his fingers
The warmth burns me inside like inferno
"Hell," he says, "does not exist"
And calls me his Heaven.*
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Your spoken words to my heart tonight were
Do not worry about what you daily face
For when you open your eyes to see the sun
My continuing love your heart will embrace
And When I opened my eyes this morning
My heart arose fervently seeking your love
For when I fell fast asleep in your embrace
I rested in your heavenly bliss from above
My heart felt the touch of your warm caress
Bringing to life in my heart a lasting smile,
I knew you had rewarded me this morning
With your eternal kiss of life worthwhile
I realized with your presence in my life
I would never need to ever worry again
About those things I might face each day
With your Spirit being alive deep within
I have found the truest treasure of my life
Is your love which makes my heart always sing
Along with the many countless blessings I feel
Which your daily companionship with me brings
I shall write a psalm from my heart each day for You
A psalm of praise for this gift I heartily receive
A beautiful life-changing present of sustaining grace
Full of your continuing love which will never leave.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC