immature and childish  just look older cause of
the weight I've put on never held a job longer than three months
never had real True Love got mixed up in the dualities
and wanted to sort this **** out mixed holy water and whiskey
and had that shot :)
In my mystical ways i have become god
but that's ok cause mums the Boss!
I've played Jesus, Muhammad and Moses
and Adams the Boss
Right back to the top
this is more personal , the deeper meaning of things
somewhere in history or just in wisdom and knowledge lost
wake up in the middle of the night jumping out of Bed
saying I'm God
the all seeing eye follows me everywhere I go
now my profile pic is the eye of Ra on facebook
serpents are the wisdom symbol
matrix and reality no more confused but
cant fight a design that you cant control
what i desire is that sacred pearl
someone posted a poem on it here a few days a ago
ancient knowledge a hidden treasure i got my eye set on the
biggest prize
i am but dust of the earth but love makes me divine
and who you love and how much plays on your soul
cause if you love Jesus you want to be like him but what if
you love the mystery like crazy then what role do you play?
if you stare into the abyss long it stares back at you
that's some scary ****!!!
I've been staring the abyss in the eye ball for 7 years
now i have become the abyss
i don't think **** through i just say it as it is
the doc says I've had Adhd since i was a kid
but in reality there are no loose ends
been single so long i think I've forgotten how to kiss
calculating how long i have to live 30-35 years of more ****
loneliness and solitude are both crap
now you can understand why Adam was ******* in the
Gardens of Bliss
Eve like the New Year's is a wait
but unlike new years eve, she never comes
35 more years of single man this is crazy and guess what
Muslims there are no Virgins. Like Heaven/Paradise i have heard
is very selective women enter free ..... men have to pass the test.
So Mr. Man's world not so lucky are we
Be good Be good
Might be an eternity of love waiting after a short life
like 60-70 years a spec in time
and maybe sleep forever after a lifetime of misery
that's going to be the worst like seriously
hell on earth and then just go to sleep
what about huggies and kissies ??? :)
too much feminine spirit mixed with the masculine
but still like girls , still like girls .
Poetry is nice short and sweet like unless its like really amazing
unlike my ranting :) this will be the only time the only one
Apologies in Advance Peace and Salaam
And Namaste too if you're into THAT ****
mY Soul bows down to the soul in you
like the Japanese do it when they greet
when love comes I worship her she worships me
Penny Royal Tea

Like butterflies,
My heart soars high .
Such *** thoughts.
Feeling like lighting bugs
From your kissies to hugs
And all the other bugs
From sun set to sun down
You stop every frown
Youre the color on its wings
You britghen everything
Like butterflies
My heart soars high

Only the sweetest souls get called home to hold court with the seraphim in the Heavenly realm of the Gods

The purity and joy of their etheral songs resounding throughout the castle halls

Beautiful, bright eyed babies fluttering unsteadily amongst the green gardens on golden gossamer wings

Giggles and grins of sheer wonder erupt as the silvery, sunlit wings of the dragonflies dart playfully away from chubby little outstretched hands

Rainbow feathered robins nestle among the willows while  hummingbirds traverse the towering lillies, stirring up the fullness of their delicate perfume

The gentle eyes of our grandmother's watch over of us as they tend to our little ones, their glittering irises shining brighter than the stars from whence they came

My tears fall like rain as I search the sky for your shimmer, a fleeting glimpse of your emerald green soul at the edge of this rosy pink horizon

I see your colors play on the surface of the water, a kaleidoscope of light dancing on the crystal currents of this great river we call life

One day I too will be but a drop of water returned unto the ocean, after my inevitable fall from the clouded, unknown skies of grace

One day I too will have earned my set of wings, and into your waiting arms I am free to finally fly, free again to shower your fuzzy little forehead with a hundred thousand kissies...

Until we meet again...
I love you with every beat of my broken heart, my omnipresent little Angel

My precious tiny baby man,
Mine Grumble Grumble,

There are no words to even express how much I truly miss you

My little Squishee Squishee Squish <3

My heart's been busy busy,
Dizzy, fizzy, silly,
Buzz buzz here comes those bees,
Wheelie, feelies, kissies.