My ultimate payment is the valued greatness of what I’ve created my life to be after all my old choices.

I appreciate that I can learn more about you each time we share and experience each other differently and it feels like new every time we talk and share in one another's spirit especially after this time.

A great blessing in disguise comes in the form of nonsense to show us the Realness and love we feel and were deeply missing.

The magic is this fullness that I feel now
No more mickey mouse ****, for the beauty of our lives is now.

I wanted to express my feelings for you after having such a beautiful and spiritually productive day.

Learning and growing with like minded people who I inspire and who inspire me to keep nuturing my life forward.

I also wanted to tell you that I prayed and thanked God after our call last night for the past few months, for if I had not gone through that experience with another
I would not have seen the truth as clearly as I do and loving your spirit would not be at the level I love it now. 
I mean it.

When something that ultimately feels wrong and unhinged inside both literally and metaphorically disrupts the spirit;

Whatever was ends.
And what is possible resets whats meant to be in motion allowing everything to become and feel right again only to perpetuate new growth and future learning.

Internal strength is power.
Your convictions are the truth.
Don’t forget to find them
when needed.

Love with you is admiring the trusting realism of the blessings I have encountered both with and away from you
Knowing the day of that imaginative act woke me up and has been one of my greatest
self love victories.

How misguided we are in thinking our best partner is there when we haven’t believed that of ourselves.

A part of me would like to have the new
But I wouldn’t be who I am if I didn’t learn to persevere through these times
And become self-made on my own

Always finding older friends and mentors
helped me learn and grow
If not for them I would still be stuck, lost, and reliant on them.
(Little did I know at the time I wrote this piece, I was stuck, lost, and reliant on the wrong people for support and correct spiritual thinking to guide me through to the next level of my life).

I had to learn to cut the cord.
Not everyone is mean to stay until the end.

People are people.
Blood cannot always occupy the meaning even after they say they care.
If they have to say it, they don’t truly know caring’s worth.

If I were to look at myself through new eyes
I would see the adjustment of the lens as vividly as it once lived in my mind  

I would see the moth stuck
in the Venus fly trap
cycling around a light that would never come down
It was an illusion of the most high
only to show me the shadow
of the butterfly  

Caught in between its flight from the thorn
and red illumination
It took 10 years and one more
of metamorphosis
to see the change
I clung to
yearning
for

In this dynamic  
In the rain
fading
The leftover film dissipates
That is freedom  

As it came to life.

A powerful peaceful mind keeps the heart of an enlightened sacred soul.

Alive.

As I revel
like a star
A revelation in the star
falls down
into my palm
It knows
the truth

My life is... wholesome bleeding creative
dynamics
sharpening the corners
printing color
poignantly defining every
formulating layer
to help me grow

Acrylic paints
On the surface
What’s inside?

Learning to lead with my heart my intuition
Redefined
Creating my truth

Embracing the flow
of empathy
For the unknown

I will Lead.
Because
I AM.

An unbroken home:
Flourishing everything over and under the moon.
Life is.. what you I make it.
What I make it.
And that is something I can own.
My life. I can make it.

“Growth is paramount to life and love“.

These are our lives.
So let’s protect them.

Let’s empower them
To be bold and to live
Extraordinary open windows

Love
Support
Hope
Truth
Faith
Humility
Courage
Mastery

And well-being.

Let us work on and towards
This is Reflective healing.

For this is (our) collective healing.

Asking questions
Serves simple reflections
on a platter that was never meant to
be gambled

But what does that mean?

When nothing changes

It is not meant to feel like we know what we're doing

“When I stand before you at the day's end, you shall see my scars and know that I had my wounds and also my healing”.

"The longing for our perfect mate is a need engraved in our DNA…
We harbor a desire for
restoration and unity, in our search for the piece that is always missing… In our journey through life the search continues for something that can’t be readily found

It is a quest for wholeness… We search for ourselves in others in a quest for healing and integration in the constant pursuit of the final point of balance… Love is the only reality & it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.”

The one is meant to be in all ways that suit.
A long lost love but in shapes that renew and renew.

~Influenced by Rabindranath Tagore

A broken record
spinning replays

Captions of the
past 6 years
in silence
Music
leaves no stains

It clears the mind
when it flashes
without your permission

To an old face or time
When things were not as they seemed


Flashback:

The grooming lasted
for months
He called it courting
then disappeared
He must have known I liked the words
  
When time felt blank
He didn’t seem to care

I would leave to boost
the ego
Find what I thought I’d been looking for
But that was the wrong door

I heard my own words
They stuck with me
When I pushed through
the piano to land on the keys

I am my own conviction
I was secretly
praying  
for what is the now
It is many doors


When you need self-esteem that much
It’s like a drug you can’t misuse anymore
You need it even more
After there aren’t enough leftovers
After the last drop of water in the canteen
But know that time can’t last forever

It took about a year
I did an interview
at the radio station

She made sure I was safe
She said there is so
much out there

“Find someone who is like you
from your background
who aligns with the level of your life
You deserve to be happy”

And I never forgot that day
The guides were there

And the broken record made its last replay appearance
I rewrote the lyrics

To this day
Refining the script
Pruning the shears of revision

What a beautiful life
Is a grateful play

on words
on beliefs
on your intuitive feelings
That could never take you away
from your destiny

You can turn it around
Any time you wish
Keep revising

You deserve the best
Because you are that
For yourself

Remember that

Imagine and Believe

What is Vision but the depth of a Dream in night's eye landing in broad daylight:

The inner holy that has not yet come forth.

Another layer of the mask that must come off; until it’s found.

-Book of Mormon Holy Scriptures and LannaEvolved

I am where I can take it in  

Relaxing my senses into ease

Our eyes see far greater than what our minds command

Listen to the scent of roots uplifting from their bodies

And you will understand

Your fate

Caressing fresh mint leaf and lavender

The Other Side

Look through me so that I can see you
naturally
Surprise me
Do not hinder your reveal

I appreciate your humanness

The blood that sings when you think of me in golden evenings

I know.

That you can hear me learning
I feel your brain’s creativity on my spine

That is beauty speaking to the core
Growing one breath at a time
before we meet again

That sinking feeling

Maintains itself with confidence maintained

If you only accept love with respect

You’ll absorb your value

Now feel it. Take it in.

As it exits your body


I am grateful; I am a powerful thinker


That feeling will pass when it clings too tightly

Unite that power with moral responsibility

In the vessel of your chest

Now breathe.

I'm careful with courage

I swear to my ceremony

Protect my mind


Whispers in my ear

Don't hurt me

Awakening

To the dream

I ask:


After you Dismiss me
Freeze me
Please

Bring me back to groundedness

———————————————————

Sit me back down on the chair with my

purse dangling

off its arch with red lipstick buried

in between my golden coins

I made a promise to my ancestors

To past achievers who didn’t survive:

The loss that came to me in baskets

Of highlighted

Mystery

I navigated

through

The loneliness that took my life

twisted into breaths of deeply rooted truths  
———————————————————

Chew on this. Wake up!

Look to the mirror of your

distorted views

You’ll see

how

to surpass the flames of insecurity

and shame


Everything I’ve ever wanted

has come to an equilibrium


Nothing more to do

In my eye lives a perfect wish

An improved soul

That we both get to choose:

Take me to the greatest future of my existence.

Everybody tells me to forget
But when I hear the song in your voice
I just can't get away from you
The feeling begins anew
That's how it was when we first met

Lovin' your skin was more important
Felt the tip of your tongue
When you had me all wrong
Even in your death
I've got life in my palm
But I just can’t get away from all these memories  

Every time I close my eyes
I wake up in a Paradise
Wishing someone else was here tonight
To push my desires
And carve out my dreams
To match the life  
I've been waiting for

There is no medicine for this kind of treatment  
Your face is one big memory
Your brain is like a eulogy split
into
All the things you've done
And it won't leave my mind

Your ghost is haunting me
But now it’s telling me that all we had
is dead

I wish for everything
To go insane
So I can rest my brain
Stay in bed
What you made me do
Was too much for you

I was too good to you
But it's not over yet

As this dream scene makes me
see all the things you've done
Once haunted by your darkened melody
All over again


I'm not here to stay in your waking mess
Not mesmerized by your burning soul
Your eyes so cold and alone
Even when I get to heaven
I know

Gratitude defines the truth
in My soul

I got out of that void a long time ago
Now waiting on the other side

Maybe one day I'll find him
People ask me how you live on
I tell em when you find true love
It lives within your blood
It lives it does not move on

Everytime I close my eyes
I wake up in a Paradise
Wishing someone else was here tonight
To help my desires come to life  
I've waited for so long

And all I can do
Is be true
Knowing you once made me feel
Alive

My heart has mended the wall  
And I won't stay to try to convince it to feel something else
That is inauthentic

As this dream scene makes me
See all the things you've done
Once haunted by your darkened melody
All over again
My standards have become all the more honest  
And I just can't wait to get away tonight

Oh Pomegranate
please slice me into parts
without your
large  
blood dripping seeds
leave me to stay
dry on my skin
Give me the roles you’d never play

Your shape bends with gratitude
rolling toppling fluidity
staining my lips as
my teeth
smile lovingly
returning the call..

Holding the pinnacle
of your embrace

Your vulnerability
stays the same
you are the only thing
that can look at me
face to face
Subjugate your art and call it
A moral compass
tasting the fruit of its efforts

The stillness of your body
Overcomes the anxiety  
the kind of
one eye awakening
you find
when your head
leans back on the board
A sublime reminder of
My past with
Worth

The stem of your flowering core coterie was chosen
Cut
For rebirth
To re distinguish my soul
To enlighten my wholeness
with your awaited existence

It left me growing
On an open tree
Waiting to be picked

A powerful  
open light leading
to my highest self

A vision like yourself
Cut open and alive
Blood flowing
Block the mind

Where there was once division there is none
that could be present

I am strong
In the space delivered alive
The devouring of sweet certainties  
of what is seen in my new world

Created between me and thine:
The nature of the experience
Rising in relationship

The anxiety of the unexplained
Is like an impoverished state
A mental ache
Caged alone
Sidestepping the back of an alleyway
pummeled in
cobwebs
Squeamishly awaiting the sentencing of a scarcity filled critter approaching its death

The existence of him; an individual
And myself
I thought I knew what I felt at the time
The excitement in my chest
at the very thought of speaking to him aloud
Even in my thoughts
In my dreams
The relationship between them
has been severed by it

As though it had been abandoned
By the riverbed
of endless possibilities
met with the banks of effortlessness neglect to which nothing happens in the end

I kept
waiting for more to flood my insides
in due time


It was not my energy alone
that was responsible for this repeated
Cycle
We were unprotected and unrenewed: despite him always speaking of protection
it was manipulation before any sort of new,
A blinded experience
That I did not choose to see

Only a man who is ready for everything, who excludes nothing, will live the best of relation
to another as something that can grow and remain alive

I willed myself to exhaustion

This existence of fear
as a large or small window depending on the day, I only knew pieces of that room, he showed me a heart contained by secrecy

Placed by a locked door
a slipshod floor on which he walked
up and down the steps of my attempted understanding

He had his own fatal security
And a dangerous
insecurity that created a madwoman out of me

I felt out the shape and the textures of his cornering
A room set up to be a closet without light
He said he is a prophet
Like God
But all he created was himself as a stranger

To me and whoever knew him

I did not want to be a prisoner.
But I felt trapped
Nothing could worry me
I kept going with it

I had no reason to
mistrust that world for it wasn’t against me.

YetI was alone and the dangers did I try to love

It seemed to me the most alien
But I wanted to trust him without faith.
How can that be? It was not in faith that I believed.

Perhaps all the wolves of our lives are cloaked
in false princes clothing
waiting to see us
even for a single moment
beautiful and brave

And they don’t even know why

“Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.”

Those ravenous pupils
Eyes like scones looking through
a night of soft porcelain
On the moon
Did you use today?

Eyes glazed astray
After looking at me for so long
Hard and tender

I remember the crystal stars in you shine
within that fermenting distant heart of yours

Feeling their misunderstanding intertwined
so defined; yet hidden from me still  

Bright lights under the cleavage of Paradise
grinning at the idea of one day
sober
changing our lives
forever

Have you ever thought about the qualities

that silence shares?

I haven’t, but I’d like to someday.

It reminds me of

Earth’s luxuries

How everything was created to show us

the signs of becoming

when Light runs its deepest course


Sitting with the pit of a fruit in my stomach

Looking to the space between

Knowing someday that you and I will be

under the same sky

Resplendence

To imagine the day when a soul finds itself  

in another

Merging into an embrace of Silk Silhouettes

Hands held tightly around their bodies

They just know.

Nothing ever comes to us without

accepting the space exactly the way it is

Loving it and all the beauty it allows

Eternity

an ever growing thing

Grateful for such moments

Infinite patience

A tiny ladybug

painted peacefully

on its stem

A higher power

believing it has you

to rely on..

I used to work so hard at love

I’d say things I didn’t want to say
but for some reason
It felt right
I’d look at a man  
And expect him to look back
In my way

I would walk on coals
He tried to make 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
But secretly detested  

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
unfiltered rays
A new way has come to me

Forever growing
Metamorphosed
in gratitude

Let me find you in the galaxies

At another time
Among these aesthetic images

I’m loving you
Spontaneously

While I breathe

3,2,1
Flashes

Feel like a sacred mystery
Behind my life
I imagined
And it came
into form

I was in a two world collision  
on a twofold page
enclosed by the book of politically correct

I don’t go by a hedonistic phrase
but by the future of a humanity gone unsaved
Showed me the way in every choice
I made
Swift decisions
into future visions

By the agency of existence for the barriers standing as truth
What is integrity? Perception
In the eyes of you and me  

The crackling sparkles of glass clinking
when we say cheers

This journey is only a conversation in tangled forms  

And the beauty of it; misinterpreted  


There is a path of misunderstanding between the selves  
Bold and timid
Harmed yet relentless  
Precise in its impact
Churning substance into form

The reality of what we believe in a single word  
The silence of motion  
Doing the best we can to discover who we are
Gains a lifetime in the moment  

of confronting the new and answering time
I’ve learned from the ghosts of my past errors
The presence of the now is the acceptance of revelation
An exchange of meaning is not only of ideas  
but of the freedom one allows oneself to feel from a life made into meaning

How do you know?

Two bodies

emerging  

from their silos

Silhouettes
taking the shape of
two creatures
different accelerations

Destined to dance

Made to fit inside a block of ice
Holding a best kept secret
Together apart
From all the universe to find

A bumblebee
attuned to her
final harvest
Searching for nectar
on planets nearby
There is time enough
to repollennate

Saturn rings of ice
and Jupiter

Swinging towards each other
He passes her by
catching up
After years of
unused...

Time akin to sleep
Fiberglass insulation

Looking back
Thinking about the next time
They are going to meet
It already happened

Ahead of their destiny
The past that becomes the future
describes
Are they not thinking at all while moving?

A frozen moment alive


Moves so slowly
encapsulating
Nondescript fragments of time
as they are

Racing ahead on a predestined path
that cannot be changed

There is no going back

Destined infinity
Perfected collision  

As the sun watches

Another cycle

Hopeful to witness
the last
time

Life and Death

Energy and Peace

Solar Dial

The impossible Find

Fading glory…



               Brings the feat

                 Of triumph
    
                 Of remorse

                 Of solitude
            
                 Of all virtues

                 Expanding  

                 Yet still yearning for my affection

                
                As Adoration adores

                Love bestows
                In its own time

Blurry figures
Settle into the puddles
of fools

Every word has a beat
And every rhythm has a purpose

I used to fall into the depths of
Pretending to be real

Real is a hallucination
But still irrefutable

In the box
I am sworn to secrecy

Petrified
His gaze against the shadows of the bars
has grown so weary
it deflates in fades
Suppressing the entirety of his remorse

‘To him, there seem to be a thousand bars
and back behind those one thousand bars no world’.

The soft
The righteous
The other step
runs away with the breath of space
In a time undefined by reason
In the smallest of shifts and turns, circling
moves like a dance of strength around a core
in which an eccentric
stands upright

In time there remains a question
The faith that transcends
The magic curtain slides
from side to side
soundlessly — He is there.

So many possibilities to be free from the beginning, and uproot the past of burden burgeoning like a flower’s ability to withstand change in unpredictable soil and yet still feel alive.

He expands through the tension
the calmness of limbs — and stems
in the heart which fate prescribes to be a mighty will stood parallel to them.  


Love is intentional and unintentional  decision making
The choosing of a
solidified destiny
A clairvoyant
romantic

Bat wings in my heart
Calm bleeding
Smiling full

This life is my teacher
Take me to a room
without an education please

Put down the book that moves the table and reads the script from my last piece

Not the other way around

Spiritual thinking could describe our destiny, the rest is fate

I’m not here to school you

Death happens
And clutter builds into a false enamel
Eventual decay
If not maintained

Fleeing toxicity is a freedom beyond understanding

Outside the peripheral
grief spins me upside down

The last flower petal remains
With it’s scent forever reminding
me
Of our song
In solitude

When the streets are lit with lamp designs
and Arabian nights alive in the instrumentals
My senses
mystified

The perfect combination

of understanding, compassion, and attention to the details
This is an emotionally available man

Sin is a perception
Redemption; clarity
Pure mist
The clearance of past partners
Leaves my space
To make rooms upon the doors newly turned
for an atmosphere of hope

The written letter as I write:

To my love, I love you with all my being.
For you are everything I asked for when
My mind left me
my consciousness awoke for you to be found by me now in this time
On earth. And that cannot be duplicated.
For I am Gratefully blessed. By you.
To our eternity.
Cheers to our eternity.

I’m with you.

Distracted by the distance
Walking on tattered roads  
Ocellated eyes found me

Cold thoughts
Wandered
Another mile gone

New words entered
And were sewn

The reality of what might be  
too much to bear
But the need never came near
to haunt my thoughts again
I let it be...

5 years later.

The forward of
of a fresh chapter
writes in feathers
You’re still there  

Like a book
newly released
speaking in printed form
Substance
hydrolyzed

Reflecting on its parts
Sectioned into twos
like a grapefruit and its humanness

The core is heaven  
Melting into uncharted territories  
I am willing to go

I met the uniqueness of a friend
Turned lover  
Transformed into
all that was
solid
fluid
flowing
like water
chemically  
Magnetic


And I found this treasure

In the Moonlit Rain

Fear overtakes her courage caged

Forests sing Freedom

Aged

Wings wide open

Connection

Breathes.

Take time to know yourself
Find out about your life

Sit in the den and stay silent
Quiet.

You do not know
Who I am.

I am a Prophet he would say
And you’re mine

I'm all yours
But not whenever you want me
I'd reply

Taking dark selfies in a temple
Creepy rituals with the cult of the Tempili Orientis
Studying Bible names
His social script became mine
When I felt like I was losing my mind
a scripture
That repeats itself in mystic fables
Façades of King Solomon
persecuted by his existence

The script:

I take orders from pastors, aliens, angels, bible thumpers, avengers, excuses from sickness, while he spoke of the devil, talking for hours about ******* to thelema, bouts of depression
He was nowhere to be found.

Behind closed screen doors and
phone calls gone raw

The Elimination of Alive
Took over
Spoke of necrophilia
Casting spells by saying
‘that's hot’
“I miss you” but only ever saw me 1x3

To risk my need and call it yours
When you’re out $125, starving for a hit, no love or affection, beaten to a pulp, and emotionally marred
‘It’s hard to heal’

When his real fam goes by
A man named Sam
He would go with him everywhere
A false son
Playing the part

A spitting image of the dark
Left in a pool
of hypocrisy

This was nowhere.

Off the grid
Forever lost inside a universe
that fails so many.
Not everything can be saved.

He was born into modern day slavery
An absent mother and father
Trying so hard to make it
Money is all he wanted to make
And lost it with his words

Addiction
Tunnel vision
The drug is the delusion
that craves and prayers
Can’t afford

And yet how peculiar that I looked at everybody like they have 3 eyes blind
Feeling like I wanted to leave my body sometimes...

The lost souls out there
That got suckled in

She must know he said.


His script continued:

I am already gone
I had love somewhere  
but impossible to keep
I'm so expired

You're a clown
I told her

But when I look in the mirror
All I see is the loneliness of a dead man buying and selling a dream that can only be found
In a man who is not me.

Begging for bread
The last drop of
pink moscato burns the roof of my mouth

Hot chocolate
Ice cold
And my emotions
Buried in mould
for over a decade
I’m Schizotypal
When I speak to her

I say I miss her but these suicidal thoughts
of death still tempt me
That's why I need Angels to protect me

Projecting who I believe I am
A rich one Flaming
A Rosicrucian Cross on my chest
Throbbing panting for salvation

“I am in the middle of nowhere losing everything that could have ever made me”.  

He was other people.
And that is it’s own Hell

I continued to ask myself:
How do I trust a word?
I’m going out of my mind
This can’t be right

As you spoke in snake tongues gone rogue
There was nothing for you here except my sterile wit and huge imagination

Leading, draining, careful precision like
the stairway to heaven
I was consciously moving choosing creating my future
Playing chess with my emotions
Were yours even human?
Stale bread is the answer


I loved and so I became the greatest to build
I am. Because I trusted Him. When I chose to become an understanding of those learned moments of momentary promise
Severed bliss; Nothingness (emptied)
I Never lost reflection

So just leave me the pail
Water dripping over my skin
I am gratified
There is no longing for longevity anymore
There is only me now
Lacquered with the Spirit of enlightened authenticity

Infused with a Spirit that has woken me up!

For what is spiritual peace but a moment in time that feels so ripe and right with goodness and a kind of high (ness) Power to become One with
The threshold runs deep you see

And so does the knowledge
of limitless humility
with a gratuity of acute consciousness  
Awareness is Power
And I am free
To finally live. I am alive and well
Yes
I am.

By a guarded vision strangling my common sense forgetting the essence of who I am at my core

Lying around in the petals of your embedded promises weeping within

Only a virtue has false power if applied
incorrectly.
Yes I said it. For a virtue is the Truth
And I carve the word. I own it
You never wore them

What does it all mean?
You should start listening to how you examine your past
For you are your demons and not yourself believed to be held in the Glory of God Light is your darkness cloaked in
a dead man plagued by another‘s
mental illness, sickness, unrest
On a bed of poor
Tattooed in your own blood

His name sake runs deeper than the blood on your hands forever
Because he saw me clearly
In my experience through you
There is no You.

I thought I knew your words
It was like knowing anybody out there  
A blank page in the book of Proverbs

Bait and switch without the wisdom
But you didn’t know what you brought
Soulless protection to fear
You called
me a scared little girl
Little did you know
I was my own savior

What is it you said I needed?
A so-called enlightenment?
But who knew your darkness wrapped *** magik
Could save vulnerability and attempt to destroy the authentic luxury of me
No. Only fake love in lust can do that
For lust is loss and I’m not gone

Then there was you and me again
That night unveiled me
The unevolved me
Still I knew
I was going to make it out alive

I am here.

I see the pieces in you that keep you away

Reflecting off your silent speech
The color jade in blue green

Glass stripping innocence

Produces a passion flower flavor dripping  
In my mouth
Taste buds gone raw

I tried to protect a mask
with a sharred imagination

A wild sunspun refraction strips me down in light strips
Light strips
form
laser electric prisms
Turn me inside out

That’s when the light comes on


So let me
Take them off already
Where are you sun?
I want you to know me

I wanted to know you so bad
But the real me saved who you knew

Who you thought you knew when we first met that night

Dark and still
Inside the insides of your filthy car
stark leather streaked
Unfiltered cuts
I was keyed in
My intuition pure  

The front seat
Headlights falsified
F your own self and *******
Until you sink into sinner’s sleep
That’s a lot of hidden pain
to carry inside a heart burning body
Unconscious to the crisp

Appreciation

Surrounded in silence

Earth’s luxuries

Knowing that everything was created
to show
us

The signs of becoming

when prism lights run the deepest


Sitting with the pit of a fruit in my stomach

Looking to the space between

Someday I will find my person under the same sky
resplendence

To imagine the day when a soul finds itself  
In another
Faith

Merging into the embrace of Silk Silhouettes

Hands held tightly around their bodies

We just know.

Nothing ever comes to us without accepting the space exactly as it is

Loving it and all the beauty it allows

For Eternity is an everything

Grateful for the moments

Infinite patience

Is knowing a higher Power
And believing it has you

Marbled in my decisions
I was still
grounded
I found my way around the corner
as the road steered me to a new dimension. Reality wasn’t real before.

It was just my hologram
Standing before me.
I mastered you.

Undoing every punch
Lock my voice inside a dial tone of conflicting passions
Is it ok to cry?
or should I call?

It’s a curious thing when you let these buried phantoms master you

They reappear and sweep you up
into uncharted territories unknown

As you sit and stare at their ghost of a memory
Reflecting the dimensions of yourself
Smiling happily
knowing you have worked on yourself

Dissecting the luminosity of your youth
Naive innocence
Still there
No faded imagery or idea
too far away to be..
Believed
All is possible
in the mirror
of another world
or so it seems…

I must dream a long
time in order to act
with grandeur
creates my faith

The dreaming of anything better
first must be nursed in darkness
Transforming into light
Is to know that such a form of love is
borne out of being our own witness..
To the truth of ourselves
of what we are held so capable of
In a sky that shines for a real love unknown at the time it was inside stirring
Waiting to accept its reward
To know someone who takes another’s form; embraces it
For everything they are
Is not afraid to lose it
Because they know...
They’re meant to keep it

The highest form of love there is
Is the highest form of light
I can be and belong.

And I love you for showing me.

God: that I am.