What to do? It’s too much silence
I won’t ask, and they won’t speak
Answers will contain misguidance
Questions open the same link
Accidentally I follow:
At the doorstep, there I am
Your today is my tomorrow
Will you meet me, if you can?
And that wheel will stop its turning
So we’ll carry on, as if
Nothing’s happened on that morning
Just some stupid space-time rift..
Forget about MYTHS of our own blood
Thousands are now in despised LEAFS of handheld malls
Celebrated by well-known bureaucratic weapon SAYING it has more pleasure
In this dilemma of ACCEPTING unconscious behaviors
Even floods condemn this abomination era
Whitewash black history with DEMEANING theatre
Swimming in this landscape of JUSTIFYING lust
SMILING with no cultural ease
It is already here. Dark times SINGING
Like a hypocrite PREPARED to die for his illusion beliefs
This is unpassionate WORLD
The tightness in my body hath returned
Could my peace of mind be in danger ?
I ask myself if animosity really comes from strangers , or from friends who reveal themselves to be strangers
Could it be envy that I feel
Or a heartbreak?
An insidious distrust in the intentions of others that refuses to loosen it's invasive grip.
My mind is like a school child before a presentation
It is pacing
Even though I know that With time all will be revealed ,anticipation has my heart racing
Am I the problem
Is my energy off
and if so how should I address it
Is my ego hiding as the voice of reason?.
If that be the case I am ready to undress it .
I should open up a scripture
It'll paint a clearer picture
Prayer is the remedy, Meditation the teacher
If I Should find fault in myself , May God be my counsel, may he be my Preacher .
we are escaping; the highway rolls on
navigating through the pines
curves through the climb
we ease into the disappearing white lines
as music completes the ambiance
holding her hand, occasionally glancing
many times we have shared this ride
a retreat far into the woods
a family inheritance of many memories
every cubic inch within gravid as such
familiar down to dinnerware, coffee cups
the porch and the nights
where the moon plays between trees
the call of the nightly owl
the rare cat howl piercing serenity
a fireplace, its glow through the stillness
the routine of unpacking, stowing away
comes the promise, refuge from a world
where we have long walks
intimate conversations, porch hand-holding
and long nights in each other's arms
existence is parsecs away
an arresting silence, prisoners in love
sentenced to be alone, free at last
in the solitary love we share
Oregon 10/9/26
All this trouble waging war
is what this world is looking for,
should they write to one another
and not let us out to suffer,
maybe writing up some verse
but nice words seem to be scarce,
should they maybe get a muse
with its looks make them amuse,
an ambassador we shall need
to show love and lesser greed,
I’d appoint someone like you
Soft and sweet like winnie pooh,
It would surely cut the stress
And with peace clear out this mess
I told everyone that I hate rain.
I told everyone that I hate every drop of rain.
I lied.
I lied that I hate being wet in the rain.
About Rain, I Lied.
I told myself what I like about rain.
I like holding hands and running in the rain,
smiling at each other.
I like dancing to a romantic song
with you in the rain.
I like every drop of rain touching me
when I am with you.
I like it when thunder falls.
I act scared just to get closer to you.
I like this scary yet romantic weather
when I am with you.
About Rain, I Lied.
I love it when our eyes meet and
smiles grow brighter in the rain.
About Rain, I Lied.
I don't love the rain.
I love being with you in the rain.
Helllo Dear, my mind is free
If you wish, you can love me.
Hello Dejar, no fear! Please come .
Waiting for you, Welcome !
Also you can leave at ease.
Yet, if you wish, love me , please.
Im sorry
I know im a pain but im trying to change
Trying to become what you want
Trying to throw myself away to be what you please
Then when you're done you throw me away and get a new toy
But im always waiting
Waiting for the say you come back and say
“I love you”
Waiting to feel you in my arms
Waiting to feel loved
waiting
Waiting
waiting
Written in My Hand
Grief is loud.
It cries until your body hurts.
It screams into empty rooms.
It asks why
until the word means nothing.
It makes you angry
at people who are still here.
It makes you miss things
you thought you hated.
But grief is quiet too.
Sometimes it sits beside you
while you laugh.
Sometimes you have a good day
and feel guilty for having one.
Sometimes you forget.
And then you remember.
And somehow,
remembering hurts worse
than never forgetting at all.
Grief is a ghostwriter.
It writes things inside you
that you don't remember asking it to write.
It changes the way you remember before.
It changes the way you imagine after.
It makes absence feel like a presence.
And after a while,
you stop asking grief to leave.
You make room for it.
Maybe because losing it
would mean losing one more thing.
So it stays.
Quiet enough that no one else hears it.
Loud enough that you always do.
And somewhere along the way,
it learns to write in your hand.
Until one day you read yourself back
and cannot tell
where grief ends
and you begin.
— Sofia Aronovsky
If only there was a way
to press rewind,
maybe there'd be
another road I'd find
even though I know
I'd still cross every line
and find every way
possible to remain behind
Like my fate has
already been defined,
and would constantly decline,
as if I was designed
to be blind to the fact
that I'll forever be confined,
deprived of ever finding
any form of sublime
yet after being able
to reunite with my whole soul,
something so amazing,
as we began to bind
everything felt new
It was as if our worlds
had always been waiting to collide,
revealing a new kind of love,
seeing this dimension
in a completely different way,
still intensifying deeper every day.
afraid to show one another
the true feelings
that overwhelmed our existence,
until that very instant,
our energies created
such magical brilliance
we realized our connection was
uniquely different,
truly one of a kind,
a love with endless emittance,
shining beyond the limits
of space, fate, and time
It’s a beautiful empire
Elms are standing in a row
In their autumnal attire
As if putting on a show
And the road is strewn with leaves
Down the Durham riverside
Where’s the car? Ah, here it is
Couldn’t notice at first sight..
Where we’re going? No idea..
Who’s the driver, I can’t see..
What’s your new address, my dear?
If you somehow hear me..
When I say, “I have a mountain,”
You ask, “Where do you want it moved?”
When I have a dream,
You ask, “How can I make it come true?”
When I say, “I’m scared,”
You ask, “How can I make it safer?”
When I have a plan,
You have the pen and paper.
You support every thought in my mind.
I say, “Let’s go, let’s jump.”
You don’t say, “Where?”
You say, “How high?”
You let me go off and explore,
And say, “I’ll leave the light on the porch.”
At chess, even trying to let me win,
When I lose, you still let me flip the board.
You’re not my ride or die,
You’re my anchor, my wall, always by my side.
You believe in me when no one does.
You find seeds in me when I thought I was dried up.
You are not my other half; you are my whole.
You complete me like a puzzle.
You’re the sun, and you warm my soul.
Nothing has changed.
Except:
laughter became louder,
colours more vivid somehow;
my home more welcoming
and I am aware of beauty
in the simplest of things.
The sun is reluctant to set
and the night, when it finally comes,
is magical and holds more stars,
higher and brighter than ever before.
Even the roads seem wider!
I know what you think:
it was always like this,
nothing has changed,
except me and the way you
made me perceive the world.
If we can experience it, it is already a material thought-part of God. The permanent of all substance. God doesn't simply construct (what basic man understandably childlike reasons) -- He is builder of everything (all of His own essence-parts) (purified when in balance) (perfect in manifestation when blossomed expression) -- God is infinite existence, the purpose of Love to be lived outright eternally. Everything He is, He wants us to be, even greater for He is also all potential unlimited.
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So few understand the bible, and the true nature of being. God lives, breathes, feels with and through His creation (including us) -- Free Will allows us to separate from Him consciously...but it is an illusion. True separation is impossible. All is made of God Substance (His Body). Nothing exists outside of God. He is form and being. In Him knowledge of all Good and Evil. We pick and choose, Law the Redeemer. Grace and Love the patience. When in balance...there is only love.
"You know I can be found"
Without you, everything is gray and scarce
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
My loss is quiet in the dusk
"If you can't come around,
at least please telephone"
Words can't describe how much I adore you
"Don't be cruel to a heart that's true"
"Let's walk up to the preacher
and let us say I do"
it will gain me feel whole and complete
Do I sound crazy? I probably do
Mon amour, I'm moved to tears
"I really love you baby, cross my heart"
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