True Intimacy starts with a soul connection.

We have to spend less time on the words and spend time inside the gap with the source of who we are whilst acting on the consistent feelings at all times.

Never allow the crisis to disrupt your sensibilities.
Your intuition is more sensible.

Our job is to make our lives compelling works of art.
To help purify my world in truth, companionship, and pure understanding
That is true. That is being in relationship.

Ask yourself:
What is needed from me before I set out to create the best journey of my life?

As we all meet uncertainty with the whole of every atom that is ourselves, learn to
be certain of your commitment to your assumptions in life.
Leave doubt and indecision.
That’s for the Universe to handle.  

It is within the faith we share.
That which cannot be all.


Divine power and godliness is radiant through him.
Knowledge is wisdom and we are using it to create the highest forms of greatness within ourselves and one another.

I thought of her as my best friend.
The sister, the role-model.
I never had that from another woman.
Almost a decade older.
She was blonde and Brazilian.
A former successful attorney.
What does that really mean though?

The woman I was becoming:
Shifting to disempowered without even knowing who I was spending my time with.
Damaged and betrayed
She looks for external fixes for internal problems.
Let’s buy some hair and skin care for you, she’d say.
Ignoring people. Always working.
Without knowing why.
Uncommitted to her appointments.
Lost in her 1 dimensional world
It sounded like 5 out loud.
Something felt off.

I continued talking to her about all my relationships, it felt like her life was spilling into mine and I couldn’t get out.
She encouraged me through her own past to be involved with a man who was highly unwell and attempted harm on us both.

These were the facades of the longest shadow, and also where the most leaning in, learning, growth, and shifting took place for me.

She never made time to be my friend.
Women who invite you over to cook and bake, go out for dinner or tea, drink, make silly videos on YouTube, get your hair and nails done, and drag you to parties, may be friendly towards you but they aren’t necessarily what we call friendship.
Physical and emotional care is wellness. And I knew it.

But, we ignore the signs I think because we believe ourselves into feeling like we need someone when they don’t need anyone.
We don’t need, we just focus on building ourselves, discovering health in new ways.

Values, personal qualities, standards, strengths, and illuminated boundaries are the ingredients to the foundation of a true friend.

It took me almost 2 years to speak up and drop the knife.

Look for the meaning in the experience.

Nothing can make up for the aligned place within.

I have since showed up to never expected experiences that I created from what I’ve healed from.

Now this woman can go inside, she can shift it, and externally it must change.

This is personal power.
Evolving deeper and deeper into the highest expression of who I was meant to be.

We all have attributes that make-up our  character.

Attributes show up, but they are inherent to our nature and it is a matter of adaptability to get out of situations that we need in order to be our best and to become these healed attributes.
And it happens through living our higher self. And that self is mere awareness.
Dive in. I believe in you.

The human being is a madman lost in his/her adventure.
Blood in the veins
People with masks on:
Further dims the confinement
of this human cage
We’re all accustomed to..
Take a breath
An act of faith
Will 2021 change our lifetime with
the cross of illusion that 2020 gave us?

My ghost is a blade
Stone by stone
I pervade

Sitting in a loft of treason
Transmuting a spinning cycle of pain
I see through the translucency of all of it

These shaky frames with their eyes dangling
Raise your spirit to me
Fire beams perforate the lost

Fermented
grapes
distill the wineries of seasons passed
over into the space
between death and the living
Breathe.

'I am the Empire at the end of the decadence’.

At the essence, someone can only lead their life according to how they wish to lead.
We all must go through the experiences that entertain our individual and distinct paths.
If we as human beings  choose certain behaviors we establish certain patterns that cause us to live in certain circumstances, adapt to various habits that pave the way for how we will end up living out  daily tasks in life.
The successful completion of these tasks attribute to where we go, if we lead, how we lead, if we stay stuck in where we are, and whether what we aim for persists and comes to life  externalizing itself in the outer world.
Now, if we are talking about the ways in which we lead our lives, the individual personality of the person becomes significant towards making that kind of recommendation.
If for example, one had to overcome more barriers and difficult obstacles due to risk factors outside of their control ie. being born into poverty, system involved, parentless home, drug and alcohol abuse, violence and other harmful or traumatizing events taking place daily, etc such barriers will certainly present limitations to the person, but over time with the proper help, steady support network, and mentorship to guide them through those challenges, they can change their patterns and cognitive beliefs and ultimately adapt to new behaviors that change the way they lead their lives (living the day to day among and together with others).
With this in mind, one should aim for the best they can hope for according to their individual and unique stories, the stories which make up the core of their lives.
One can and should aim for according to their new and/or changed experiences, realistically what they can handle, but I also personally and professionally as a therapist recommend that one strive to aim for what makes them happiest in terms of what the highest renowned spiritual thought leaders called the “ideal state of mind”, holding to their vision, or definite chief aim.
What one views as the best for them or what they see as the best with regards to their values, qualities, and level of self-respect and what they believe themselves to be worthy of is the goal or should be for anyone interested in pursuing the greatest quality of living possible for who they are and who they individually wish and see themselves to be. 😊
I do hope this helps or at least provides more insight on this topic.

Sparks never go unnoticed by
2 distinctive souls

Their idiosyncrasies are irreplaceable forms of matter that continue to live on
no matter the distance imposed

We finally have
what we’ve known
And it’s all we
chose
When we laid next to our souls

Do you ever wonder how it knows?

Body on body
Heart on soul
Soul on soul

Wholly.
It flows.
Lie your body down
to rest
on the pillow that is our
home

You and me bleed the same life

There’s no way to know
But we feel how it knows
To be the jewel in the stone
Hugging the dream
Even in its throes

It’s called touching souls

Body on body
Heart on soul
Soul on soul

The future *******
Of this learning
makes me sane in knowing
That I will survive until I die

A journey that keeps progress in the sphere of confidence

I am finding out the secret
I dig deeper


Use it’s presence
Evolving over discernment
Finding time doesn't exist

It is the mind
That breaks the chains
Of misconceptions

Peaceful living
Makes no mistake
And sees no visage as clear as the captive’s bed
where he is crept up
Confused
at how he came
to the realization

That this cannot be life when the next task
leads
you to insanity
The break comes when you're focused on anything but the spiral

So I can save myself
From the “disorder”
as they call it

Life is a sacrifice
It is not the imprisonment for what we do not choose

We are not to be fearful of freedom
But in love with the entities, the opportunity, the open doors
To that unique human being
Who enters it
Because we are.

I need to see past the parts of shatter
How two humans can be made and not made
For the other
The disturbing distance
Created in a spin of unique difference
When long-standing oppression comes with mixed emotions
Opportunities never came back to me
They’re out there like glowing stars
But they don’t glitter for ones like me
They haven’t been offered yet

I met you in a world apart.
When you couldn’t reach me
I’ve been treated so long
As if I was becoming Insufferable

Fine winding tendrils that once cradled the heart
They say that promises sweeten the growth
But I don’t need this
I don’t need this

I need the sweetness, the mistrust, the kiss goodnight, the beacon light, the distance lost, the softness, the weakness
A Victory sweet
Love of my life

Oh I need this..

I’m a slow dying flower
At a frost biting hour
Slowly becoming untouchable

Do you remember the way
You missed me before
Your face spoke like promises
whispered like prayers

You better stop your mouth
Bite the words
hold your breath
Find your worth
And find yourself
Under my dress
Naked in bed
I love this
Scene
Cut

The Exit reads
Perspectives
of combined measure

Living
Dying
Anxiety

Finding the way
Sliding in and out of train cars
Wondering what makes a life less
like battle
Fielding
Towards the new absolute
In an Outside Game

I’m glad to know
In my imminent realization
of the breakdown
The departature is erudite

I won’t be going alone.

For the company I count on is more important

the passing of the months in time
Becomes clarity in the innovative mind
the closing of the bureaucratic disguise
the fault of the common dime
in a denominator
that disappears in the forest swept away
by the inadequacy of nature vs nurture

Unconcerned with the future

The decay of the personal and the collective

Morality is unquestioned
these days
the disintegration of the social fabric of cohesion
the deterioration of the forces that be

The decline of innovative value from one’s drive to make the difference
Is not always enough to survive
That is the end of an age

The way to new health must paint the way to all things imaginable

These poems share in the experience of not feeling strong mentally and emotionally and even physically because there is pressure to act or appear more human.
Whether is be felt pressures from our family, peers, colleagues, or society at large we are all facing and fearing what we cannot explain or control. These are the challenges of life, but they are okay, they are precisely what makes us strong and capable of healing our emotions, our bodies, and our past wounds, however they may appear on the outside.  
I hope it provides some guidance as to how to overcome these challenges when the dynamics and the circumstances of life feel  like a burden or when other humans  misunderstand or feel misunderstood by us too.
To cancel out this void, it is within our mental control and our will to choose listening over ignorance, to preserve safety over self ridicule, to find inner strength to make tough decisions when we need to; cultivating empathetic compassion towards the ambition that is to become our most promising forms of personal and social resilience in all of our relationships.

I can feel where you are.

But how can it be that you ask me to feel things you never show?

Act the way you are meant to
Not the way you are expected to.
That Is
Learning: Mind Body and Soul.


The phase is complete.
As the knife
Shatters the flow
my fears
Through
My compassion outgrows the butterfly out of its cocoon
AND I am saved

Through my forgiveness I am praised
By the message that our hearts bring to meet the brave rawness
That is
The Justice that I made
with what we have become
to one another.
And no one else can ever explain it to you.
From that I have learned…

We are Freedom Seekers
We are Liberators
We are Passion Feelers

We are Truth Finders
At the end of the day
We Are all Unknown Healers


I am a Shifter  
In a precocious bodice

An open follicle for life…
For life..

Poetry is its own rhythm of
Wisdom in motion

Rhythm in language
Pain performing in its own right

In Me

I build the rest of the Revolution on a precipice of uniqueness
my purity doesn't exist
neither does yours

But I am still wholly yours
as much as I can be

I shall be more
These are days of the age

And no feeling does break what will not pour
It is held in my print
Written on my palms
I am unmoored

Heart bearing evolutionary wisdom
in every moment
Like a mirror
of the Queen
of Sheba
performing beauty infinity
Infinitely

it remains like a figure on an icebox
shadows around my face
insides squirming
And it feels so good


I just want to dance with you
down an avenue
when my smile feels you close
That’s when I knew.
That’s when we begin.

Dreaming in Moonshine  
Soaking into songs heard only through  
The vibrations of insect wings  

Breathing in their scented infusions within a double scene inside another unfolding painted image of what appears to be
A still depleting life  

Casting shadows over my restless thoughts of both promise and deceit which constitutes the inner fold of what is love…  
the counterfeit of existence
that lends itself to real
What is real (in my world)?

Coming forth to me
in moments in phases from
within  
the possible  
  
That lingers until the end of pond’s length  containing the infinite drops that continue to fill it up  by the immaculate hand of heaven’s reach  
entrapping the limits   that give shape to such incongruity  

(There  are always limits in the future even though there are so many possible ones in life- even if there are so many possibilities for us to see, to understand, to believe in, and to experience)

Traipsing into waters unknown  
I learn the diligence of the dragonfly who hinges  
on existential wings  

On this journey of trial and error  
I discover freedom wholly through the mystification of my own will and the emancipation of choice
only to be surrounded by the empty court of judgment  


Seeing through buzz eyes  dripping in nectar  
an opalescent tune raises its brow  
to trigger  
The wind, which blows against the tenderness of heart yet calm and  
(flowing) as if through a wand  

swaying in the glory  
that fate whispers in between the spaces of anorexic branches meeting  


How can the iridescence of a sound, of a single word

Press with such kindness and bathe in such grandeur  

I am amazed by the purity; by the simple beauty of this world  


I recall someone telling me that just once in your life do you meet

the one who gives you the belief you never could find


The deep  

stirring  

(surge)

of your spate  

running inside  

the cord of your spine

How is that I am free today?


I wish for immortal meaning :


(self- reproach)  

does not lead to fill me  


Questioning …

but simply knowing  

the stars  


As they look to me  

and choosing not to shine  

on skin  

not even  

into eyes of gold


they look down on me

mocking insecurity  

This is my reality at its core  


As they move  further  
in between their departing  


within a space  

of sky  

do they laugh  

subconsciously  

behind  the falsity

of a perfect smile  

looming  


while the moon just sits up straight  

and smirks beside  

with faint and covered faces

squinting eyes  


Never  hinting

that this could all be just a dream  

Unjust Inside these walls


But I know like a dream they will return  

to keep me company in the mist (of shadows)  

of a nightmare inside  

I’m now in battle
to avoid                                                            ­                                                                 ­                                 


At times I feel slighted  

yet wholly redeemed  

I feel respected  yet abused beyond all things

and sometimes it feels like I’m standing in front of the altar alone

(on the edge of the dock)  

peering down at everybody I’ve ever known  

about to dive in  
to land on slippery greens floating swiftly in between (the ripples)

I feel chosen
Yet  
I feel unseen  

Dispraised for the things I’ve done

feeling no pain

do I fade...

Away  

into the lambent (lucent)mist of efficacy:  

into the Elysian fields of transcendent virtue  


And there do I become everything I’ve ever loved, everyone I’ve ever known  

Only knowing that Love's darkest form is that of deceit in the illusion of each day, I am still. But more than that, I am still alive.
Thank you for saving my life.

Citrus and pine wipe
the slate
The scenery finds me
Living in the screen of space
Precision

Love is lasting
There is little meaning
of relationship in Hollywood

Give me an infusion
Lessons to get out of the way
creates… protection


Ideal
Perfection  
Lights ignited
Deserving and choosing

What is raw, what is true?
Feeling many things at the same time

Love as concept
Manifests in ways that change

Our lives
We aren't expecting
Precision
There are things happening all at once
That is perfection

Aligning like shapes in the universe
Perfectly matched to the other
The reason behind every natural being
Why are they shaped the way they are
Angles in perfection
I love how they get there

Even if things don't always go as planned
You are who you are and I am who I am
We are here

Mounting to the projection
what we need to be
To do more or less of
What might that be?

They happen for a reason
This is perfection
On the journey
Patience
a different kind
This is perfection

Challenges
See what your feeling from your perspective
Pointing things out vs telling me how
To tell
My own story-
Recognizing who I am in this moment
Something you cannot make up for

I take myself out of this concrete reality

I look at people as observations of being

Feeling connected to who we are without performing

Perfection is in the imperfect
Words jumble meanings

Words don't cut the surface
of what I am
Choosing as Expression

This is the beauty
This is the ripening
This is universal

What was once the dark hours of my being...


I had these thoughts
Without words to go with them

My mind deepened
Into cylindrical vases
Colorless dye

There I could mourn like old messages
To a friend who no longer knows my essence
Nor measures up
to keep it holy

Not knowing what to do with all the
moments
I've missed them

Reacting to what was
Least imperative

In virtue or in fate

Future moments unwind in my mind
Like clockwork moving
In clockwork speed  
Spinning time
Fortune cries

Just to get rid of it all
To please the psyche of my soul
When words aren’t enough
I am felt

Wholly
When the knowing comes to know
That haunts the darkness of those years
ago

As it creeps up
onto shoulders
Landing on its victory  


Opening up
to new living

Immense and soothing

Breathes in timeless pools of
emptiness
Creation peaks
and so I am.

You don't have to know me
To write a word

Or feel me
out there

Feels like I'm in space

Feeling you walk next to me
Diagonally
on cross streets

And not see me

Seeing you discard the moment you clicked

My picture
Remains

In a mirage of meringue and memories
Stuck inside my brain
This hurts

Please Forget

Me

Please…

Do not favor only the word
Is that all you have?
Is reality as bleak from the inside out?
Tell me.

You make it seem so far away
Disjointed like limbs miscounting their branches disconnected from their hippocampus

Your prefrontal cortex
Jagged
For the Jugular

I'll have you know…

I can cough up whispers
Tingling twisted

Circles around my
Shortened breaths

Wrapped in all I know

Still I would never see your paintings on the wall

Still You could never see your paintings on the wall

Climbing
False poetry and lines
Unraveling the recital of a lifetime


Go AWAY WHY DON'T YOU

Stop writing.

Leave me to reflect amongst the truths that refuse to let me go

That continue to let me know how much stronger

I can be

How much I am without your weight
Your manipulations on high
Swirling like puppetry
upon my shoulders

Knees abound by once your word

I once read you Khalil Gibran
I remember that.  

The Prophet is my life.
And I love him.

I can only imagine someone like him
to fawn on
and vice versa
Oh, how the times have changed...

To make a Lover's call


For it is clear as the Praise on my

Softened pillow

Dried tears

I am not calling

I am Becoming

Loving
Being
Fully Me in Furnished Uplifting

Unpeeling in the Layers of immaculate forms

Smiling into sunset waters

Majestically
At peace
With Me

I am home.

To You,

I was the page
So no one could put me together

No one could read me
like nobody could read you

I felt like a duplicate script

My life on a dime
with spiral

If I could survive
I think I'd drink my shot at life
in a glass of moscato filled with ice and savor

We have limited moments here on earth
Can you give me a sign from heaven?

Would it be safe to say
that you'll be on my side
In the end?

Is heaven such a thing that truly exists? Because I see sanction and the fruits of life in its eyes.

Only God knows how this life lies in times of trialed errors, mischievous days, in my many moments of masked disguise.

I personally don't believe you have to change fully, but it's not about that, living this life is about changing or adjusting aspects of ourselves to fit the needs and desires of who we choose to be, and to continuously make ourselves better through creating who we can be.

You are doing it and you know I have faith in you. I appreciate that you have helped me realize certain attitudes I have had as well. I have become less afraid to speak your mind. What is meant to be must flow.

Bonds develop differently between people depending on their past life.
But they are malleable and they are shifting.

We recognize that people’s behavior and outcomes are influenced by the tiny spaces they inhabit.
Inside and out.

It is kind of esoteric to look at yourself as the mirror of what was your past
what is and what will be.

Just like your transformation
You are in motion, organic form, occupying time and reconfiguring the shape of your molecules into something your intuition always knew was in you
to become.  

As I explore these waters, I am learning  how to balance humility with edge and strong mindedness.
I will send you my play to read later today.

Our bodies are not blank figures:

We are a composite of creation
made of invisible form

A container of thought
In body: a jar of human spirit

Taking down the mask each day:

I invite you into my stories of transformation:  

With heart, a wild spirit, and creative being-ness
🦋

People are fascinating, but the world in which they exist is more so because they entertain it in their living.

I live to explore the social and personal roles of humanity.

I live to create art.

I live to inspire others in my defined ways.

I live to evolve effervescently.

Serving your internal readiness is
true power.

Am I nothing more than a
cemetery’s contradiction?

Spouting life and death

Growing against the soil


Clutching to infinity by its limbs

Turned upside down

Stretched upon a bed of roses


Am I woman?

Am I flora?

Am I human?


Another soul in its wake.

In some sense is our identity at stake?
Is friendship a relationship of knowledge, self knowledge, or has it to do with the imaginary, meaning in some sense who we are is imaginary, and we just construct ourselves through other people..? are we knowing the other, or producing ourselves in that relation through our continuous phases of knowing ? 'Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.' Maybe friendship is an imaginative task that has to then meet reality in some way- as a child hallucinates first what they might be, we have to own who we are first, own ourselves, and then meet reality so we can land somewhere- so that it becomes real, in order to own it, so that we can take part in life.
    
    FRIENDSHIP – fragility of friendship
    Is any friendship real?
What is real friendship?
    Sincerity, genuine concern, legit interest
–
Friendship is
everything and fleeting at the same time

I used to work so hard at love

I would try

I’d say things I didn’t want to say
But it felt right
I’d look at this man a type of way
And expect him to look back

I would walk on coals
He was making a mad woman out of me
Just so I could take it

Be strong
Stop being so maladaptive I’d say

I was exhausting my truth into something less than
Meaning itself
This other version of desperation
A high I could not refuse

I was amused
I was excused


I made my fortune and now it’s churning
Like the meltdown of a butter stick emerging out of its cache
The cacophony of life enraptured in its cocoon

Feeling through the infield of unfiltered rays
A new way has come to me

Forever growing.
Metamorphosed.
In gratitude.

I don’t want to feel it
I was all in
But now
I’m seein’ the clock
Again

Out in the field
Twisting the paddle
Walk-on wood
Panels

Found the moonstone
Without the manual

I’m out there
Movin’ channels
Deep
Divin’
Tastin’ matter

Crossin limits
With the SR-factor
Feeling my I am superfluous

I am human
You can’t see the symptom

Here I am
Devisin’

Made a masterpiece out of timing

Won’t chase a layman’s man
You can’t burden me with falsities
My aura brings me closer
To my conscious virtuosity

You’d never know
What you’re seein’

Because I got my consciousness stored
inside
I deep dive
dip into it
rebuilt my life
All to risk and find out

I’m all about love + psychology= Life X Quantum Physics
Energy  

That’s Infinity
And I made It

but..

All These feelings have a symptom

Too much pressure on my free will

Never got the best of me

When I took a knife to the symptom

Now I Feel the best of this
present
Finding my ascension

You was in temptation
The first time you saw me

Shinin’ from my vision
higher
than a chandelier
off the ceiling

And you’ll never know


Looking like the queen of Egypt in her kingdom
Living like the story I’ve been tellin’
Feelin all these symptoms
disintegrate

Turned my love into newness
Used to lovin’
in the back seat

Stall closed
bathroom tease

Now I love my soulmate in our sunroom
And we’ll be lovin’ in the next 2
Centuries

I’m not who you knew
I overcame each form of darkness

You and You and You

From Brooklyn, the Bronx, and Queens, to rural York, PA, to the outskirts of Newark, to Italy, to Paraguay, to Tarzana, CA, and Chicago, Illinois

And I’m Better for it

Nothing holds division like a sordid mindset

But you see Equal balance is my credential

My best friend was there through it all
It was automatic
For us
You saw the magic in me
In Us
That’s the medicine we needed
swallowed

So take me to the moon
Clouds reachin’
Enjoy this view

Sailing wise
stretchin’
Behind
Shadows of our pasts
overseas

Seein’ the only truth living

Hands up
Cos
Free will
Will make you new
You know when you knew

No more symptoms
To distill

We’re on high
A life journey
That nobody could ever divide

And we have it
Because

We made it past those sandbags on the way.

Nothing man made can break me

My love is deeper the more I give;
It is not surprising

Shakespeare sees love
only possible in a dream

True love is a durable fire

In the mind burning
In the soul mining
Transforming
Enlightening

Passionately curing old hurts
Wiping haunts away

Recovering them with wisdom
An empowering prophetic energy

That can never be replaced

I had to go through tough waters
under waves to land on happiness
To meet love back again

Vital

Holistic

Universal

Please me
When I soothe your pain
I will ease your strain
Unconsciously

Trust in the
Profusion

of your insides
Speaking out
Unconditionally
I know

Your health goes further than this certitude

It is reactionary
But precariously
beautiful
To watch  
when you do not expect
The possible
To Manifest its Shine

Gem in the Hollow
Holographic signs
make my new mind blind

Mind blown
Freak show
Broke bonds
Bound in brick foam


Guide yourself
Ask yourself

Feel what's been given
Learn the stones of transition

Find the tranquility to be one
with your soul

Let go
Like the
Odonota (infraorder)
En pose

Moving alongside
A butterfly's eyes
Black and gold
Gleaming inside
Her wingspan
Stream
Below

Represents your mindset
Flow
With me

Glow and glide
With me

In memories afloat

Underneath a Rose

Petals whispering

“Hello” can you hear me?
This feels like Mystified aloe
Trust me.

Citrionic tears
do not forget
iconic

This could be
Paradise Found

The most fearing is the most
frustrating  

The most pressing
comes through the window  
of the knowing  

that I wouldn't be ready for you 10 years ago

The thought that you may have never been able to know me

Even when I could see you in my dreams so vividly so specifically  
in the nature of this life form

I was drawn to so many others I secretly couldn't stand
in front of
without making me sick and quivel
they were never you
not once

They could only attempt to
try  
and  
replicate

Me
  
the connection the electric magnetic  
wires stretched between my teeth

caught up
in the circles of so many dimly lit flames screaming red caution  
splattered out pain  
I didn’t listen

I hadn’t a thing to gain  
except the knowing awareness  
through the respect of them  
All
deadlight, sound blank space
No pulse to work with until the truth came to talk to me during visits to the dentist and there I was just yearning for the attention of The One.  

They came one after the other as does a nightmare with a ***** little secret

It couldn't be
Real
I never told myself anything
I just knew

But what does it mean to know when you are only real
in your loneliness?

When no one can see you for who you really are

Makes you feel kinda lonely…  

This is the real prison.  

When you know that.
And there is nothing to do about it, but wait
pray but trust in Him my God, to let him move you fluidly straight to You in Light and Truth.  

I see you, I see you. And, you're not alone.
You're my best friend.  
One of the most amazing people I've ever known.

Insanity
          
               is

                  the
                            process
                                
                            of  
                              e­very    line   that  
appears                            
      in   it’s  crooʞed                                                    ­  
                                      form

The end of the world on
(The Mayan Calendar)

Moving into a velar glide metamorphosis
Vicariously springing forth
Transforming out of cocoons

They were borne from the melting mounds
of powdered flakes
resting on the golden face
of my Trojan balcony
suffocating each window in utter fog
blocked in their finite prisms

I lie crisp and awake
trapped inside them
Yet still, I am free.

Let my guard down
Then you pulled it around

Close my eyes

I move
And you’re not there
This cage is deep and endless
Makes you insane
Going through the slide
Wake up on the silver lining

A dream maze
Slips through fairy dust
Powdered rain drops
and Power plays
Reappear
Just when I’m unprepared
Why couldn’t I see your actions defused?
This was psychological warfare

I was getting used to it
Someone you love
Is a more than trying on a feeling

It’s a commitment to the truth
Without the repetition of indecision

Have you ever imagined what it feels like to be a missing piece

The sweet precision of what you live to feel

Introducing yourself to new roles
and positions

To absorb
To admit
To respond
To participate

What is reality but a source of our current condition of consciousness

Consider this

Control is nothing but the power of a sword
Stuck in the dead of winter

I don’t want to see you as everything
the parts of things
You
all of me pushed out
That is all me

I don’t need to hear from you everyday
Just to know you’re somewhere out there
Time has shown its color  
You are able to find that solid ground on your own
And so am I.

The world is one crooked expression
always crooning into the cosmos of a lunar addiction
The world waits to unfurl your subjective reality

And I’m just a brave voice in a space
responding to it

A friend told me, once you pin a star, you’re eternally a spear

The next day I heard from God
that his light is just a substitute for gold

According to the world, nobody keeps their promises

So we define a few things:

liquid-  a quench for realisation
solid- self-knowledge
gas- a dense fog circulating around our selfish ideals ___

We are a jumble of our own crooked expressions

In Perfect
Precision

I could **** up your science
With an angle like that

As humility pays homage to the sun’s yoke

Living in a system that is anything but solar

The circle of survival has transformed into a flaming ball of cruelty
A mystery of clouds submerging in unreliable metamorphosis

O, I wish you were still there to
keep me in place
safe away

My thought is a solid wanderer
And the value of humankind:

Human complexity: over esteemed

(Most people would like others to think that they are more than they are)
(That they have a lot more going on than what meets the eye)

The majority; shallow beings

In the face of God
we must judge our own mirror

For he could never be endowed
with more idolatry
than is deserved
None.
in simple praise alone

Be it cracked
or smooth
scraping with innocence
or far removed

Spiralling deep into the underworld

Some mermaid being shall pick it up
and bring it to her face
distorted
in a shell like shape

It remains
a constant
reminder
of who we are

A chosen ending
beneath all things  
ineffable

and above all
wonder
brimming

on the brink
of tears.

I am.

Ask yourself:

What is the threshold you are willing to standardize

I would like to see past the parts of shatter
How two humans can thought to be
made and not made
For the other
The disturbing disconnect
Created in a spin of unique relational difference

When suppression comes with mixed emotions
Opportunities take their time
Outside the ether
Like glowing stars
They don’t glitter for everyone
They haven’t been offered yet

I met you in a world apart.
When you couldn’t reach me
I’ve been treated so long
As if I was becoming insufferable

Fine winding tendrils that once cradled the heart
They say that promises sweeten the growth
But I don’t need this
I don’t need this

I need the sweetness, the cherish, the kiss goodnight, the beacon light, the distance lost, the softness, the weakness
A sweet victory scene
Love of my life

Oh I need this..

I’m a slow dying flower
Frost biting hour
Slowly becoming untouchable

Do you remember the way
You missed me before
Your face spoke like promises
whispered like prayers

You’d always tell me there
Would be better days
Can’t bite the words
Just hold your breath
Find your worth
And find yourself
In all the madness

Patience is its own form of insanity
But we will get through it..

Rebirth
Delicate flower
withered and dying
in sweltering heat
of a merciless sun.
Tangled vines crush
bruising and bleeding
while roots of this flower
search for the meaning.

Suddenly rebirth!
a butterfly beauty
glorious colors
of rainbows delight.
Wings now unfurled
heavenward reaching
free now to fly
into infinite light

Writing poetry has allowed me to let those parts of me (the parts behind the mask)
live somewhere during challenging times.

That is why I have placed them on the page; to be able to move towards them like a wave and flow into something deeper and greater and more powerful:
Shifting these stories of imagery and metaphor as they are and weaving them as a symbol of creating my life.

I see movement in the stillness and my learning to tolerate and move beyond it.
To grow with it to higher places of expectation of myself. And just knowing that enables me to feel better.
I hope it does for you as well.
You are loved and appreciated.



A Butterfly Unmasked:

Our bodies are not blank figures:
We are a composite of creation
Of invisible form
A container of
Thought
of body
in a jar
Of human Spirit
Taking down the mask
Each day
I invite you into my stories of poems.

With Love and Healing,
LannaEvolved

I watch and see with glittering eyes the whole world around me

As the greatest secrets are hidden in the most unlikely places

I envisioned through my travels
the faith that met my hands

First imagined

We both believed in magic manifested

Forever yours as a rare jewel
Found on the most unexpected of days.


Godly love never fails

it creates shivers

It comes with patience
In what was once lost

What we found
Reclaimed  


I feel the feelings every time you capture my spirit body and mind.

I soar in a ****** crave

What is love but the feeling of kisses for eternity

The soul becomes dyed with the color of such a simple thought and yet becomes the truth when we least expect it

Is It You Again?

Self- Destruction
Head above water
Emotionally
Physically
Sunken

Is paranoia
Progress
When I draw a circle

Take it back
Start a cycle

Like sandbags trying to keep
The flow of an ocean at bay

I’m afraid
To crash
On top of them

Maybe a cloud will catch me

I wonder. Would it feel like cotton powder?


Watching him close
Finding my way

Anxiety is the cat’s cry
Hoping to connect with a human
Who never sees them

At the same time
Trusting the day
Picking states
In a daze again...
In between
sleep
and creation

Love is just energy. It’s supposed to flow easily into your life. It’s supposed to be easy, feel good and not feel like something that’s hard for you to obtain, like you have to push yourself to find it or "make it work" for you or another.

It is not anything that should ever stress you out or feel repelled from or repulsed by. That is behavior talking NOT people or real love.

If it does feel hard or difficult to experience then you can believe that there’s a NARRATIVE SHIFT that you have about love that needs more shifting and fine tuning so that you can attract what you choose.

BUT you can only attract what feels right if you feel right with yourself. Be and love who you see yourself as. WELCOME THAT openly and focus on it consistently without fear or worry about others opinions.
Do what SERVES you first! Then it will be that much more flowing towards someone who sincerely strikes your attention.

Love shows you the truth the first time never twice or thereafter.
No more needs to be said.

The unknown lingers as I stare into an empty field.
City air feels uncertain with debris like particles performing a spontaneous dance. Moving as holograms that curate themselves.
Colored ideas emerge from mixed emotions. They are the hope in a faith not always visible...
It has been nearly half a year and silences still replace words.
Language; too ******* the body, but our eyes; still felt and our voices heard. Masked expressions; only to be seen in private behind shadows of ineffable affliction. I feel empowered.
I am grateful to live as my evolution in an ever changing dimension.

I never questioned you and the crazy things you have done because I accept you as you are.

That’s love. That’s connection.
That’s also trust and belief in yourself to become what you were not yet.

I would rather see you differently then talk about the past, as it has no bearing on now.

It made you (name) and it could never break you down.

If anything it has propelled you (name) forward to become everything you are today and what you will continue to become tomorrow.

As a young person feelings are circular

They continue to haunt you until you choose to tap into the nature of a greater being

The trickle of confusion allows my paining heart to sing all the more peacefully

Until you respect yourself
love is blurred by pain and confusion

It is then that I may be redeemed

Resilience is fuel for creative rescripting resulting in unlimited value

Serene and passionate
I am the entity of everything I dream possible
Surreal in the essence of all that is me