
Foot prints of my truth seem vastly different here in the now
Moments like this make me wish there was a tomorrow to follow,
only because we’ve been fooled by yesterday
Still waters may run deeper than we’ll ever know
while traces of steadiness trickle towards progress.
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GAps We Fill
Kisses Are Nice but Memories Stick Better…
One thought, two hearts,
Abreast as they soar.
Eight limbs embracing tightly,
Can you feel the amour?
Sweat dripping from our bodies,
As eruptions spew between us both.
A succession this is,
While our bodies seem to boast.
Thief to my heart,
Looking at you I stare,
You scream to me harder,
And I say oh, right there.
The energy is supernova,
The fires of hell would despair.
Your love takes me over,
To places I normally wouldn’t dare.
With the trigger finger of love,
I pull with much delight,
If the sun were to stare,
There would be nothing to compare
The voice of Mother Nature,
Scaling in degrees,
As the rhapsody concurs with souls.
And islands dance in the breeze.
Baby take me away,
Memories do seem to last forever
as fractions of your kisses just as precise as the weather.
Gold plating to my karma, adhesive to my soul
Cherished forever, never letting them go.
Morning Towers
Stars simmer down as Moon clouds by
The gift of the season amongst blue skies
Sun showers collide with the blessings of pray
Crepusculars transcend trinkets twinkling in every spectrum of today
Off to a good start by acknowledging each moment
The breath of truth requires your faith if you must own it.
“Rendezvous”…pt. 1
When we reunited our hearts bound with passionate grasps beyond division,
with the least bit reluctance and the utmost precision.
It’s you and every single drop of your lust drowning in my heart,
We can take this beyond any other because when we rekindle it will start.
The hunger for your temple has been aching my soul and clenching my mind all in the same,
I can no longer cope with this pressure nor let us torment one another with this game.
COme with me tonight without a worry on your mind,
Care in your heart, apparel overlying your spine, motion with your body language, I’m carefully observing all of your signs.
Our bodies are whispering releasing the tensions of the week
As rose petals & champagne dazzle the sanction, strawberries and whipped cream perched aside to make it sweet…
Where Are My Flip Flops?
The Rights of Life Come with Sacrifice…Freedom
“You mean I can’t stay here forever?”
This seems to be the question many find themselves asking as death creeps onto the doorsteps of life. The bad news is…at some point you’re going to die. The good news is….well, you’re going to die. The fear of death is one I overcame at a very young age that I attest mainly to my fascination for the spiritual & unknown. As far back as I can remember the fascination of life and death only grew after a near death experience(drowning). From that point on, the mystery that so many fear became a tool for truly LIVING. After the death of my dear godmother, grandmother, other relatives, and friends the thought of no longer being in the physical seemed to be more intriguing than frightening.
If we place those fears and distractions aside for a moment there is so much more to life that we fail to see. Live everyday like it’s your last and the worry of death tends to fade. Exercise your right in servitude and the solemnness will slowly die. That’s my mantra. I find it disturbing that we still fear one another simply because of the color of ones skin, or the god they may worship. Why can’t we all just be?
I recently had a conversation with my mother who I believe is beginning to go through a denial of death. To deny death is to shun life, for it is another chapter in this journey. Besides, you can deny it as much as you want…it’s still going to happen. In the book,” The Many Faces of Death” by Jacqui James she states,”
One of the faces of death, a very common one, is the
terrified face. It is the face seen by those who have ignored
death throughout their lives and who have
refused point blank either to talk or to think about death,
regarding the subject as morbid and one which, if
indulged in, would hasten their own deaths.
This superstitious attitude is a common human failing:
‘ignorance’ of anything found unpleasant or threatening.
This is so true and the face that I firmly believe mother is dealing with. I’ve tried comfort but that doesn’t fly over too well. I’m at peace simply knowing that I have attempted. With the recent loss of her brother and close friend in her religious sect, time is slowly withering away and she is now realizing this. The relationship I have with her is one that has been off and on, for years for a number of reasons. One of those reasons has been my determination to follow a path of my own; straying away from the limitations and struggles of so many “religions” these days. Following a path of my own I was able to awaken the Giant within & overcome those difficulties that many face when it comes to creation, life and death. Once embarking on this voyage of self and harmonizing the world within, the hereafter is no more of a threat to me than say, a morning jog, or going to the grocery store. I find it saddening when I look in her eyes and others who’ve followed the tutelage of so-called “leaders” or sects whose only true motive is profit- only to find them suffering and fearful in the end? To be misled and not ask why is asking for your own demise in any case. I pray that some sort of solace does rise in their hearts and minds. Death is something that is within each and every one of us when we are born. Death is the quiet passenger tagging along on this highway of experiences. Along the way, it simply became another one of the fears we conjured up to this point in life. We have yet to scratch the surface of the “tomb” that we currently embody as life. From the most logically perspective, how can you be afraid of something you know nothing about?
At some point, we must all fly away … Maybe we’ll meet again next lifetime…
Addicted
I may just be an addict…. A simple smile of hers delivers a fix,
Thoughts of her tingle the innermost cavities of my happiness while her potency flows
From the curvature of her hips to the delicate silenced whispered between her lips.
Drunken, staggered…maybe I’m addicted knowing I could never get enough of this.
I may just be an addict…
She is my Heroine…





