Little brother says:
In my next Mine Craft project will be Mongolian themed,
I'm going to build a big compound and fill it full of factory machinery.

I remember a boy,
     he had blond hair and blue eyes.
When I was eleven,
       heasked me to go on a date,
                   I had never been on a date before...
We went to the movies,
        I dont remember much about it.
Only the feeling of nervousness
         in my tummy.
It wasn't like the nervousness
       I got when I was older though.
It was the blushing,
          silly,
              tripping over feet
                  and head butting each other when trying to kiss
                       kind of nervousness.
I think the movie we saw was Cars
       and he may have tried to hold me hand once.

The part I remember the most,
        was when we were in his room,
              and my head was resting on his tummy,
                   and we were looking at eachother
                       with a fondness in our eyes
                              I have rarely seen,
                                  maybe never.
And I could hear his tummy making noises,
                    and it sounded like
when you put your ears beneath the water in the bathtub,
     and you hear everything that isn't normally there.
I started to fall asleep,
       with my face still on his soft tummy,
           and I think he was still looking at me.
My last thought before drifting off was;
    
       'His tummy is kind of like mine,
                 bigger than most,
         but really soft and comforting,
          the perfect tummy to fall
                      asleep on.'
                       .................

I remembered you today,
        boy with the blond hair and blue eyes.
I remembered how we went on a date,
               my first date,
                  and how your tummy matched mine.
I remembered how my father said;
           'What a cute, fat little couple'
And how I didn't know how to deal with that,
             how I didn't know how to tell you,
                  so I didn't tell you anything...
I wonder how much would have changed,
           if you would have been,
                instead of him.

I even remembered your name today,
               *it was Jacob

Those starting over points,
        when we need to try,
                  something new.
We didnt even know what that meant,
             but we still tried.
And when the combination of friends
      that we spent
               every
                  waking
                     moment
                         with
                             got old, we decided it was time,
                                    time for that something new.
We were like bad 90's T.V. shows to each other.
  We would laugh and feel that bitter sweet sense of Nostalgia,
       but when we parted ways we would all just realize,
           that we were just trying to make the past real again.
Make those endless nights
    linger a little longer.
Make the kisses
    mean a little more.
       ......
All we were ever doing was fooling ourselves,
        into thinking we were alive.
           Into thinking we were in love.
                Into thinking we were friends.
And when that fact became too noticeable,
            we would switch,
                 rearrange,
                        and trade each other for another,
                             hoping that the one that left took the loneliness that haunted us all with them,
                                  and the one that arrived brought the love we were all searching for with them.
                                                      .....­but is always came back.....
For me,
            I would notice when they started looking at me different,
                      as if they knew something they thought they shouldn't,
                               knew something that I didn't know.
And responses
           would get short,
    conversations
          would cease to be interesting,
and then one day I would come by unannounced,
                just like all the other times,
and find everyone there,
       laughing together
          looking happier than they had in weeks.
In that moment before I walked in,
       everything was okay again,
           everything was normal,
               the loneliness had left.
Then when I walked into the room,
  it was as if I I had just caught my love in bed with someone else,
         a 'hand-in-the-cookie-jar' kind of moment.
I had become the bearer of all of their loneliness,
     I had become the mirror reflecting the empty room
               that they were always trying to fill.
So in this moment,
     I would make one of two decisions;
                 leave
                   or sit down as if nothing was wrong,
                       and spend the nest week proving my worth
                            to a tribe who had already voted me off the island.
And part of me wants to say it wasn't just me,
               that others would know exactly what I meant,
                       what I had felt,
          but for the sake of the feelings,
                 of the reality
                       of
                         that
                             moment,
            when I was the only one,
                  and no one else wanted to feel it,
                       that is where I want to be right now,
                            so that it can be felt,
                               so that after this,
                                    noone and nothing
                                          can ever trap me there again.

I feel very stuck sometimes,
between stubbornness and pride.
That when I look into their eyes,
I feel like I am feeling shamed,
  but that isn't mine,
    that isn't now,
      it was them
         and it was then.
I feel like a small child,
digging my heels into a non-existant ground,
  because I did something wrong,
     and won't give into admitting it.
Than it comes back to my current self,
  the one that was and yet still kind of is.
   and I rip the demon from my back,
     and pray that when I am vulnerable next,
        it won't come back for seconds.
But I know it will,
  until I am strong enough to make it not,
    but until then,
       I still have Them,
          the ones that will protect me the way no one else would,
             the ones that love me the way that they didn't.
But now I am here,
  still not quite sure what that means,
     but one day I will,
       and I will be that girl I saw in the double reflection of the glass door.

Divinity,
literally meaning "A godlike state of being"

So when it is questioned,
           where is your divinity?
All that needs to be remembered is that we are god like,
     we were made from the bones of the Earth
        and became the protectors of this domain.
  not that we've done the best at protecting it up till now
We were born within divinity,
       and the only time the God Light stops shining upon us
                 is when we forget how divine We really are.
            And it never really stops shining,
      we just turn our faces to the darkness.
Divine is taking two parts of the whole and joining them together at last.
                the Divine Male and the Divine Female,
                       have we all just assumed that they use this word for the funsies?
                                                               HA!
Togeather the two halves make the whole of our beings,
             creating the 'godlike' selves incarnated upon the physical plane.
For when we are within the in between,
           we can freely choose the *** of the next body,
                 meaning that we are sexless entities,
                       with that balance within our souls
                           that fill us with the life force of the Gods!
                        We are free to sway to and frow
                  within this omnipresent universe,
            but are still capable of taking form,
     and polarizing to one *** or the other.
Well, most of us that is ;D
     As long as no part of us is trapped within denial,
                          denial of the self,
                                       of the other,
                                            and of our own Divinity on this plane of being.
We must embrace the Mother within us,
     as well as the Father within us,
              and then we shall understand the Yin and the Yong,
                                                                  Black and White,
                                                         Space and Light.
We will be able to open the Space for the true Light to come through us,
              filling the Void that is the Mother.
                   beauty radiating and reflecting from our eyes into one anothers',
                                   and then we will understand love.
                    And we will finally be able to look into each others eyes,
                                   and see ourselves for the first time

No matter what I do
       it happens again.
I start to think of a starfish,
       and his eyes come to mind.
Who is he?
        I don't really know,
         most of the time he has
                brown eyes.
           But it seems to be whoever
             I happen to fancy at that time.
And its not as if that is seldom,
      because I seem to find beauty in almost everyone I am around.

But with this, how am I supposed to let him come to me,
                when even though I am not looking
                                     I see potential.
They are all so beautiful.

his hair
                       his writing
     his literacy
                                               his coherency
his incarnation into his body

And the thing that makes me pause?
         makes me wonder?

space
              distance
                                understanding
                                                             intent
                                                                           origin
All things that must be considered...

Are you up for the task?
      Up for the unbending intent
              and the unwavering eyes.

Most of us know what love feels like,
               at least the physical/emotional level,
but can you tell me what it looks like,
               and what it does?

Can you tell me something I don't already know.
         Not a fact but a truth?

Can you show me that you're Him,
     without even trying,
         without it being the goal?

This is what I want.
       I want the world,
I want Him,
       to be with Her,
            and for us to be the vessels of that love.

Can you give me eternity,
        without thinking it impossible?

Can you look into my eyes,
     and I into yours,
          and both see the trauma and the lies,
                    but to also see the truth that lies behind?
And can we battle the demons inside,
      to find that truth,
           to know that truth.
Will you destroy hordes of demons with me,
           and stand victorious by my side?
Will you push off from shore towards battle,
           and fight the very gods
             to find me once more?
Will you travel to the beginning
               of Thyme
   to find each and every form
      that love had ever taken?
Will you love me,
        in every form that I take
                  that is Her?
Will you embrace every form
         that He has taken,
             and see yourself
                  for the portal of divinity that you are?
Will you travel to the end of the Earth,
          just to find a letter that says:
                *Keep Looking

Flies killed: 56

Origin: Unknown

Report:
Base sealed all day, no possible point of entry. Flies, where you come from?!

Hypothesis:
Flies used means of Spontaneous Generation to enter my room.

Aristotle:1
Pasteur:0

1 fly remains, doom is coming to you my four legged foe!