"precieve" poems
what you choose to think and believe influences how you view the world amd how your reality is shaped.
you are, and everything els is, exactly what you make it to be.
if you believe the earth to be a beautiful place filled with love and opportunity, that that is how it shall be.
if you believe you are divine & strong, then that you will be, and vise versa.
we choose the path that our souls take .
if you believe in nothing, then nothing will happen.
if you believe in reincarnation, then that is what will happen to you.
if you believe in the stars, then you will go there.
it's all up to you my beautiful co-creators!
where you go, how you feel, how you precieve things, & how things effect you.
you choose, and you create it all.
and if you truly believe in something, you will manifest it into truth, and into reality.
hold no doubts about yourself, about your potential, and your powers.
fill your heart and mind, with love and dream BIG.
DREAM IS DESTINY
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Where was you when I fell , how cliche of a statement to tell,
no! Where was you ? Not here aparently,
seems like yesturday, another cliche,
**** it! I can rhyme all day.
I just need to know whats the point of money?
I GET IT, I loose it, i spend it , I abuse it.
I dont want it but I need it, Is money air?
Cos I dont wanna breathe Im stressed from the atmosphere making me share.
I rather be ghost watch time fly by , maybe write a book to tell about my times travel,
about love from afar, how its pure but scared,
Have it published then be awarded rubish, cos there no success or achievement when you see the half cup cruisin the highway and you decide to *** in it.
LIFE How its concieved , how I precieve it ? IS newspaper Id keep under table to stop wobbling.
Am I rude, yeah, and unconventional so?
Im used to the self sabotage and abuse as a noose to climb up different challenges just to call a truce.
By EMMANUEL jv Hernandez
Aka Linguist musician
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
Is it the "not knowing" that restrains us
Fear and what we precieve as failure or rejection
We know we should not harbor such goods
But still we carry the heavy cargo
We would like to push it all overboard
Watch fear sink till it fades from our sight
Knowing in our heart it is gone
Forever laid to death in the darkness of the deep
We tell ourselves
Trust and take that first step
We will never know what can be
Until we walk across the unseen bridge of faith
I know I carry this burden unnecesarily
In my heart is the knowledge I am held in Gods embrace
But fear causes my eyes to refuse to see
That great things wait at the other end of the bridge.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
while I center this vast wondering confusion of self, I call me. others may know as that silly boy king, foolish to the end and hardly the sight for sore eyes, but still he just might be some what an okay guy. or, simply that guy with his windows rolled down. or just That guy, oh crap, no body wants to be "That Guy" umm. humm, yeah. okay. um. well at least I will be doing it while rolling this list, so, there is some saving grace... ;-) never bested by more than my silly *** self, and I'm best at that for sure. **** that guy thing again. lol. smile, I am.
Imaginary Friends, never had them till recently, but I find that delusions can be far more than fantasy and rather a wonderful thing to embrace. Funny, I am the only person I have ever known of that is happy with the simplest of things being simply what they are and beautiful for what they are without meeting some sort of standard or expectation. Yeah, the day my imaginary friend/s ever become real,,, know that I am happy that they are simply whom they are and not preconceived anything, Yes, the most beautiful thing to me, is the flaws of the beauty of what it is without being altered for any reason, for it , them, is made just so by the life they lived, the choices they made / make, the things they feel and do, and I choose not to read into that till such til comes that it be needed and so far when one chooses to see the beauty in something or someone for its simple truth of its self, there is never a time to arise to prejudge or expect anything other than what comes. and that, my friend is the greatest beauty and gift I can think to grace yourself and them with, for it is love whole heartedly, without a desire to alter of precieve them in any other light than the light in which they shine. so, yeah, it can be done, and is done, and will be done for one day, whether you or anyone ever know about it, I will be smiling and sharing with that beauty for eyes to see and ears to hear, one then truly sees that , I care not how things started, nor why, nor for what true end, for I see something that few might be lucky enough to see, that more has happened and transpired in this time, events, and whole saga, than one could have ever expected. and for that, I am grateful, hope you are too. cause in the end, I know I will be victorious in some wonderful way and I will get the girl, so don't dare say, you don't believe, cause friend, isn't believing what this is all truly about? and isn't, believing what with out a doubt, forms that which you live? so, yeah, I will. and I smile. So yeah Time to roll the center a round abouts my whole of my soul... and roll away this list of tunes, with my windows rolled down too. ;-)
Full Moon Thoughts On Lavender Moon Nights In My Dreams
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VeI9lKNoM9k&index;=2&list;=PL1X51wyhBF7-q3cJh8zRJm5aMyI5WK0be
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
For me your silences
will always echo louder than your words, they commute in language I cannot speak, they express some emotions I cannot precieve.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 5:31 AM UTC
I am just a concept.
shapes twisting, moving, changing,
taking on new and familiar forms,
fading and brightening, becoming new colors,
colors that may not even exist yet.
as one piece of me falls out of focus, another fills the void,
sometimes just shapes and colors, I'm unrecognized
other times, the shapes get smaller, more specific,
piecing together a collage of misshapen pieces,
ultimately giving the illusion of unity, of purpose.
i ask myself if how I'm seeing myself is how others do.
everyone pieces these shapes together differently,
creating a new being unique to them that i cannot precieve.
to them, i am those ideas, that shape,
and others can say what they see,
change what others see of me,
influence other's perception of myself.
to me, i am constantly changing,
constantly evolving,
the me that i can precieve is just a concept,
in that light i am just a thought, nothing more.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
*One can only feel love
To the exact extent they
Have succeeded in loving themselves.
Not because others will not love us more
Than we love ourselves,
But because we will only
Precieve love to the exact extent,
We have succeded in loving ourselves.*
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
These new little eyes
A brand new way to see life
Finally
a brand new way
to precieve this world
She makes magic happen
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
synrconicity, law of attraction and manifestation
After the redundant
Courtcase I had this morning
Where I was cleared
Of all charges
Thank you very much
I ordered a coffee
In the center of the city
And for no apparent reason
I gaze out of the window
Right behind me.
I try to live in this moment
So there was no reason
For me to turn and look
But as I looked
I watched you pass by
Looking more bear-ish
Than I've ever seen you
I opened my mouth
As though I was going
To say something
Then realising
There's a window inbetween
I went about my day
Casually strolling
As I handeled my Nikon D3200
And as I turned to walk on
There you were again
Again I opened my mouth
As though I was going
To say something
Only to see that
You would not have heard me anyway
I believe all things to have
A purpose and a reason
Yet you're very existance
Only raises questions
That I could not voice
If my life depended on it.
I cannot explain enough
How deeply attracted I am
To your grumpy persona
But perhaps you only
Reflect me in this time and space
I have seen your soul before
And he's so much kinder
Than I precieve you,
The vessel to be.
Then do you go against yourself?
The soul is the boss
But then why do I upset you so much?
My relationship to your soul
Has always been clear and deep.
If only I could reconjure
The lifetimes that made it so.
I did not ask you to come to me
You came on your own accord.
78 lifetimes together
Says a whisper
But then why can't we
Level up now?
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC