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Her perfume scent lingers
triggering lives with shots of translucent recurring images and flickering pages,
permanently installed unto memories and times
that unfurl bringing
to us unaltered,
visions of her fragments
left behind…….
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010
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I kiss your lips
I taste your soul
I feel the real you inside my soul
our spirits remix
you paint my lips with your taste, your breath, your feel, your soul
your essence of existence now I feel and know
we instill to be still,
we combine our fates, unite
your thoughts cross-hatches mine
we twist, we turn closing our eyes to complete our need
we Intertwine, we tangle, we whine
our body, soul and spirit stabilizes as one
our souls intensify, fly
inscribed with love, we carve peace
we prepare our wishes to bliss, to pieces
as our feelings and emotions float with pride
the need to fill and be filled has been met indeed
our emotions glowing wild
our temperatures rise, surging high
our hearts pump thumping swift
our bodies melt conforming in rhythm
beating in synchrony to our feelings
the touch, the feelings, conforms, reforms, reshapes with a quick pace
our skins peel for healing, as ownership is achieved
we sink into each others soul and arms hugging
the unproven soul meiosis occur surging
we combine our souls evolving
as we descend with kisses of symbiosis .................
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010
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Hands anastomose,
bifurcating the rivers that flow.
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2012
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Kisses of symbiosis fuse, merge
and
condense
by luminous conjugation
of the unproven soul meiosis ............
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010
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"Where the curve of ideality goes upward the curve of reality is most likely to go in the opposite direction"
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2010
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When tears rolled down little Mia's cheeks
mama's soft music was always there to sing her lullabies to sleep
during the summer, winter, and even in the springs
mama's music still sang even when mama wasn't around to speak
Her music sufficed
and was always there to inscribe a melodious picture in her little Mia's eyes
they reflected mama's feelings, her teachings, her conscience, her thoughts, her hopes, and her pride
the music emerged as Mama danced her subtle fingers gently between her favorite harp's hips
gradually entertaining and inviting courage, comfort and laughter to surge around her little Mia's teeth
quietly sending little Mia to sleep
Mama's composition and words made little Mia wonder what vanished fear from her little feet,
and mama silently hoped that her little baby would grow to attain the legacy left within her reach.
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2012
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Pure hearts unite
to metamorphose wings
and completely dance golden.
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2012
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6. Incompleteness of the education curricula/ In-availability of areas-subjects-courses
that will enable others possessing other intelligences discover themselves-excel.
Other factors affecting intelligence are:
Language comprehension and expressiveness, Self reasoning and ability to generate
solutions, Sense of timing-Rhythmic accuracy (psychologically and physically) and Abstract comprehension and representation etc.
NOTE
Interest does not necessarily drive recepto-recreativity, it may drive it to an extent, recepto-recreativity is more accustomed to novelty and does not rely totally on interest and understanding to retain and retrieve information. It does not need orderly links-logical processing to form a meaning, instead it creates its own method of storing, retrieving and linking to form information, remember and make personal meaning. It is a branch of receptivity crowned with the ability to remember by giving-ascribing personal meaning to things. The person forms his/her own links to make personal meaning but it might not make a realistic meaning to another person. It is a technique that enables-aids the individual in remembering, not everyone has the ability to do this simultaneously with other things (multi-tasking, retaining information/sequences of steps/information, ascribing personal meaning to information or steps/sequences of information/processes/procedures, remembering virtually all the sequences/steps/procedures and information and recreating virtually all the steps and information).
Recepto-recreativity is a personal term the author ascribes to individual technique/s of denoting information. All the factors listed are not taken from any source but are merely the author's thoughts, observations and somewhat conclusions.
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2011
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Still holding onto
the remnant remains,
the promise of love unforgotten,
as they unfurl untold in her heart,
within her soul,
she holds it tightly as if sewn between her longing cusps,
the slowly un-aging embers of yester-years,
the pains left forlorn, forgone
she cherishes him, misses him, her prince, who chose his demise
she wilts, sheds her solitude, bleeds
and unites them with the tears of the rain,
she reminisces while seeking for nature’s embrace,
she searches and wonders whether her story will ever be saved
or forever lost and heard
just
like
any
other
fairy tale
told
yesterday….
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2011
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In times like these
watching the tales of the night unfurl
while the stars are alight,
bright in their glory
I remember you
and the hurdles that lay before us
I plead with space seeking for reason why time will never suffice
I contemplate what to do with infinity as she strides further
I thank eternity for her patience
We resume our favorite room-continuum
and leave the rest of our history to eternity and infinity
to compose, debate and solve our conundrum
Remember your aspirations as I ponder mine
You know that I will always keep you in my prayers
We need not give up
For we are just a footstool away from realizing our dreams
I will preserve you in my memory
Hoping that time will show mercy
and grace will protect me
This I promise you
I will remember you till the day that I last
My Dear Lady.
Copyright © Johnny Pyro | Year Posted 2012
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