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My love for you won't let go
Those emotions that run deep inside of me is what I so very much need to show
In my arms, in the darkest of night and the light of day, I long urgently to hold
I feel it so strong
That with each other is where you and I belong
We were simply just meant to be
To so many it's plain to see
Maybe one day it will come to pass that you will be here with me
From that time on slipping into the heavens and holding on eternally
But until that day comes if ever
What I feel for you will last forever
It will never go away
These intense emotions are harboring and they can't take the hint to go astray
Tell me truthfully did you really listen to me when to you I said what I needed to say
When I let you know I'm still in love with you
When I told you thinking about you is all now I seem to always do
I'm here in my moments, reliving our memories
Clinging so tightly onto every bit of sentimentality
Holding onto all we had
I miss you so much and I need you ever so bad
But whether all I so deeply and ever endlessly feel is right or it's wrong
I will have to pick myself up and from here on out go on
I have and will always love you through it all
But for you my tears won't continuously fall
I confess that as a child the ruthless caused me
crippling pain with deeply wounding words and
bodily attacks that led me to falter through life.
I confess that various family member’s inflicted
incessant cruel criticisms that wholly damaged
my character leaving a soul shattered in shame!
I confess that all of these hypercritical people
painted me with a dark psyche and their evil
assumptions resulted in an imprisoned stigma.
I confess that during childhood the intolerant
labels of shy, odd and withdrawn caused me to
be ostracized while living in utter humiliation.
I confess that I pray every day to be set free from
the shackles they’ve built all around me, leading to
my many missteps for which I beg for compassion.
I confess that in elementary school, my hands were hit
until they bled for laughing. Then my father punched me
in the face for laughing destroying any possibility of joy.
I confess to having fast and frequent flashes of the
details of the horrors committed against me causing
doubt of whether I blacked out during the worst of it.
I confess to being stuck in my adolescence probably
between 6 and 12 yrs. old and can’t remove myself
from that timeline, so, I plead, how do I move on?
I confess that I’m a contrite and lowly spirit,
with innate hopes as a child of God that His
eyes will only see a gentle and broken spirit.
I confess that my brokenness is impossible to
mend due to the atrocities inflicted. I tried to be
silent for so long drowning in unspeakable hurt.
I confess to never evolving as an adult due to
severe childhood trauma, and as such, it is
necessary to speak to me as if I were a Child!
I confess to praying most urgently for the wicked
to cease from inflicting unbearable anguish on
God’s frail ones according His Word:
“Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to
sin, it would be better for him if a great millstone were hung
around his neck and he were thrown into the sea.” Mark 9:42.
The living mindscape.
Virtues stage, showing colors.
Painting the belief.
Sculpted in truth's form.
A resurrect, re birthing.
A glorious seed.
Sunlight on our skin.
The kiss of destiny's plan.
Shining in fullness.
Wade through trials' fires.
Follow through the mire.
Wishing, stokes desires.
Thinking in silence.
Genuflecting what makes sense.
Sending confidence.
Someone to share it.
Truly a gift sent from God.
Unwrapped hearts with strings.
In living color.
The world shows a designer.
Of a designing.
Urging urgently.
Wind carries sounds, just a taste.
As my mind swallows.
The intentional.
Inventional-convention.
Dire introspection.
Showing Cause, Aeffects.
Righteousness spell dialect.
Never, derelict.
Afterbirth of hope.
Placenta in the remains.
Gives us its growth pangs.
A beautiful way.
It has its way to premise.
In living promise.
In living color.
The Holy Spirit sends it.
Wisdom to gather.
For happier me,
to healthier me,
with hotness We,
informing relationships
emerge EarthBound sacred
co-invested communions
inter-religiously sacramental.
I do not insist
you share this integral worldview.
Yet, I do recommend
invite
exhort
prophesy
endorse
urgently proclaim
this holistic way,
trusted truth,
and loving life
merging past healthy resonance
toward future wealthy resilience
More clearly EarthTribe's land
of happiness and prosperity
when compared
to secularizing divisions,
perpetual debate
about how to PowerOver
rather than empower with
and within
Without CAPITALIZING EarthMatricide
GenoCidal EcoCides excluding
inclusive EarthMatrimony
Outing Alpha integrity
anticipating love's compassion
for LeftHemisphere verbal
therapeutic MeWe bipartisan conversations
Expressing
impressing Elder RightHemisphere
sacred co-invested feelings
for co-empathic regenerative consciousness
Co-operatively polyphonic
polypathic co-governing
integrity of sacred EarthTribe's communal
bilaterally sacramental
O-Mega Balance Point
Back and forth
exhaling and inhaling
with Alpha's poly-pantheistic
non-zero planetary zone
a Whole Open Organic System
of sacred potential wiki-feelings
Inter-religiously
red/bluegreen co-invested
veins and arteries
immigrants and emigrants
out and inside
transcendent and immanent
mono and polytheistic
yang and yintegral
ego and ecosystemic
co-operating EarthTribe sacraments.
Internal enlightening Awe
with external empowering Wonder
Full happier
and healthier me,
hotness We
co-relationships EarthBound sacred
tempered spaces
transparently inviting
co-invested communions.
Lying under the dynamic heart
of ancient theological reflection
is experience,
as is true of any resonant theology
of ecological relationships
between resonant feelings
and resilient energies;
Experience
and ecological reflection about
compassionate
spiritually-felt communion,
touch
sensations
pressures
and plunges
of win/win universal relationships.
A theological term
for this heightened
and deepened
and widened cooperative
contemplative management
and ownership
and mutual becoming together
sacred experience
is "transubstantiation"
Of exterior wine
as also interior blood shared,
Of natural bread
as also spiritual embodiment,
Of Yang health energy
as also Yin wealth
of win/win light flow
between
and among visualized
smelled
tasted
felt
shared sensory chakras,
Of exterior nature
as also interior spirit,
Of secular bipolar experience
and ecological reflection,
as also sacred dipolar transposition,
co-empathic
bilateral
both/and compassion,
and theological/ecological
spiritual/natural energy
for co-embodied healthy contemplation
Of outside being
as also inside becoming
compassionate win/win communion
sacredly together
urgently needed,
and climatically wanted
even more than co-emergently needed
seeded,
co-invested
much more than segregated apart,
antagonistically win/lose co-divested.
Transubstantiation of health care communion
empowerment politics,
Love overwhelming
economically unenlightened win/lose competitions
for more prevention of future
individualistic
anthropocentric
nationalistic pathologies.
Transubstantiation,
like communion,
like deliciously tangoed dance,
the ultimate win/win
therapeutic
ego/eco-political experience;
resonant Right
resilient Left.
Remember, my life is just a forest flash
I don't have a life anymore, your life for me is just drifting away
Life is dusk, death is the bright dark flash
I have no more life, no more death, all my desires have gone into the
distance
Into the distance, you appear, the shadow fades
My love would have been a complete and endless devotion to you
You will never understand, you will never reach the infinite field of my soul
Understand, but don't. You will never understand, because you have never felt
my sensitive and monogamous love
You have lost our endless love, oh Emma.
Live on. You're late, a real Emma awaits in a new life
The judicial knock of death awaits urgently
It screams to go on!!
I loved you
I was burning with desire
No flagging
I'm dead
There is life in heaven in hell
You don't come there.
Seduce me in Black and White
You reach toward my face
and touch my lips
Tracing the slightly raised pink curve of them
gently - lightly - before
the urge to kiss me seizes the opportunity
Surrealistic sensations immortalize
as our lips seek and lock
Interchange of strange, new emotions
flow as our tongues entwine
Sun having a siesta under his canopy of clouds sends
sombre golden light slanting through the old colonial blinds
Enough for me to see ~
I want to see ~
Caressing fingers don’t stop as kisses linger
moving in seductive circular motion
Circling - tracing - moulding
twin peaks to unashamed pertness
Tantalising ripples course my body
Like the soft waving flutter of butterflies winged kisses
creating sensuous ripple upon ripple
Of pure undulating pulsating
I want to see ~
Fingers urgently move now to my navel
circling, tracing, tinkling
Like a pianist on his keys
of black and white
Are they really only two colours?
Why then do they lilt a rainbow of colours to my ears?
On my fevered skin caressing fingers script my Rhapsody
The slow whirring beat of the ancient ceiling fan
picks up a harmonic note
of a solitary flute
Wanting to add to the sultry scene
It lends its own mysterious charm
A tantalising urge to arch
I want to feel ~
Impatient now for them to move further
Fiery Desire entices curious fingers to touch
dew that cumulates dusk to dawn on my awakening rose
Exciting, enticing emotions
The aromatic rapture floats me to you
a tortuously slow feeling to satiate
Propels bodies to engage
I want to feel ~ I want to feel ~ I want to feel you
A frog croaks discordantly outdoors
Snapping me out of my reverie
Startling me out of my romantic fantasy
Eyes fall back on monochrome words of my book
I long to dwell in this erotic moment
Weaving the music into a mesmerising crescendo
However
The old wooden blades of the ceiling fan
resume back to the rhythmic measured clickity clack
The spell now broken
I reach for my phone to call my lover
He awaits my call …
Video Clip - Yanni - Romantic piano
Before the mirror he stood and gazed, another soul sent to their grave, he needed time to
contemplate, at whose hand had they met their fate?
Is there an evil that in him thrives, urging that he takes more lives, he stands and looks
now at his face, reflecting back his own self hate.
The time had come for him to converse, with this inner demon for whom he worked, he takes
a breath, exhales slow, there's answers that he needs to know.
Determined now he starts to ask, the information that he lacked, how else could he get
through this night, but what if he's wrong, no demons fight?
What if the hand upon the blade, was his own hand that yielded pain, what if it was his
own intent, his mind tortured not by devilment, he knew he had to venture further, was he
truly capable of murder?
Seeking truth, accept no less, he asks his inner self to now confess,
"From the furthest corner bound to hell, upon the depths I cast this spell, I ask for
vision so I may see, the demon who posse-th me"
He stood transfixed upon the glass, as a voice answered back,
"My friend your doing very well, there's a place for you with me in hell, what questions
of me do you seek? come, come speak up, it's just you and me"
Unsettled by this demons words, his speech was shaky, somewhat slurred, he found the
courage to pursue, the answers that this demon knew.
"When in the midst of violent rage, you write the script upon my page, you control my
inner will, you push my desire for blood fuelled kills, do you admit to this no less,
speak to me demon, do you confess?"
Urgently he needed answers, this demon feeds upon him like a cancer,
"You would like that would'nt you, that it was me who killed, it was not you, to feel
relief, exoneration, escape the punishment of your own damnation,the truth you seek won't
set you free, the murderer was never me"
In a mist of temper he destroyed the mirror, as shards of glass dispersed and shimmered,
he took a blade whilst in this mist ,and in desperation,sliced his wrists,
as he fell upon the floor, he knew that he would Kill no more, the peace he sought he
found at last, from the cold slash of the broken glass,finally he was free from his sin,
as life left his body, and death moved in!
I need time
To heal, to dream,
To ponder, to contemplate
And to bid my soul to dance
To the many wicked beats
Of my broken heart!
I need time,
To hide my smiles,
And the twinkling stars
That glitter in my eyes
When the magic of this world
Tickles my senses
To the extent of having me
Run urgently for cover
Towards the darkest cover of my room;
There where nothing and no one
Can come to see me gasp
For fresh air in a world
Polluted by karmic cycles!
I need time,
To shed tears
While regretting all the goodness that I missed in life
And all those to whom I could not bid goodbye
As well as for every harm that I caused to others!
I need time
To breathe
And to learn to smile again
As genuinely as would babies upon gazing at
Their zealous mother's gaze upon them!
I need time
To piece the broken pieces of my heart together
Into a dazzling and mystifying puzzle
Which shall remain unsolved
For as long as I would want it be so!
I need time,
And for now,
I can only remove the batteries
From my wall clock
To allow myself
An eternal dive into the sea
Of contemplations!
I grope in the dark recess of my soul.
Where could I be?
Am I in some sort of terrifying coma?
Gasping, I smell a disinfectant,
found only in hospitals.
All around is darkness. And silence
broken only by something ticking,
a sort of rhythmic measure
that never stops. It hurts.
I feel the pounding of a headache.
No one seems around.
What's happening here?
Can someone explain this mysterious silence?
I scream but no one hears.
Not even I can hear. But I can feel.
I must be awaking.
Listen to the ticking machine.
It seems to echo my heart.
Eons after eons pass.
Then I hear soft footsteps.
But my eyes won't open.
Then I remember.
My eyes are bandaged.
An intervention urgently performed.
The pain increases. Madness.
A jab, and I am smothered into further darkness.
Silently I scream.
But no one, not even I hear.