I Heard You Call To Me From The Wilderness

I’ve seen things that divide universes, things the rationale mind cannot make sense off. I see things that will change lives and destroy others. It is a gift some may say where others name it an anomaly. I am an anonymous soul in a sea of chaos where the world is an event in time. I can understand why your faith has been shakin’ by the lust of meanness. When men sought the sauce of your body, playing on only the sounds of pleasure to deceive. Penetration brought forth the shortness of breath, and blood flows to an increased hardness of heart. Still in the aftermath a battle rages within as satisfaction fades. And once again your heart hungers for love. But none hold the key, save me. Yet when you finally allow your mind to follow your heart, you will find me in your own intuitiveness. Recently I heard you call to me whilst I was far away in the wilderness. And across the sea you said; “I am talking to you.” Then in a moment of time we were connected again as I heard you echo into the virtual distance. And even now I am getting a strong feeling we are connected as I look north to the city of queens. What is beyond in the distance does not matter as what lies ahead is everything we dream. Once again we share our hearts through the mind of gifts. Sand has always been important. On the beach of Norman we build castles for France. Once its fineness slipped through the sister of a glass corset counting the hour since passed. And today they dig brothers from a depth, forming chips. But sand is not a strong foundation for building. For it is soon washed away by the storm of separation. Still we flow towards each other like metaphysically drawn vision. Into eternity ever fallen like meteors into the world, kisses of an exploding sun. Music places our poetry in motion. As the air pulses from you like a choir of angelic bliss. My violin joining in, we make love. What will be our last thoughts before we expire. Our emotions have made us weak, clouding the sweetness of moments, destabilizing the very destiny of togetherness… As one. What do you feel from your loneliness? Is it an emptiness wanting to be filled with my love? Perhaps your vessel is waiting to be poured into the empty inside of me.
There are mysteries to the universe. A single conflict of conscious divided into separate hemispheres filled the void of creativity. A singularity of one becomes two now divided into many. Of all you never told me, is this because I never asked? Of all you ever wanted, is only because you never did seek what was yours? One plus one still equals one combined. What you did not seek you never discovered and what I never asked I did not learn. A paradox in paradise is a fertile valley never cultivated. We can count the number of seeds in our apple but we can never count the number of apples in each seed. The fact that you are here is evidence of that. Just as time produces more souls in this world to confuse us, increases the odds we will never find each other. How the internet has made the world like a small village. I’m getting a strong feeling… Even now. I can move things with my mind. You too have a precious gift. We are children of the stars, not dust in the wind. Do you feel the power of creation flowing through your veins? Can you feel the warmth of my clay in your hands, the wetness of your desires as I enter your flesh? Opening you once and forever to the climax of being. As we paint together on the canvas of love, in colors only we know. People make up explanations and assign meaning without knowing. Because for humanity it is reassuring. It is in the comfort of knowing, that we believe. Still in sadness I am confirming we cannot know everything. Because everything has not happened yet. Stillness now it is comforting to know… You are my everything, I am listening. The love we share is invulnerable to space and time. Hold on to our connection so we will never lose each other again. Do you hear me?

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Do You Remember or Was It All A Dream

Starlight
Wish Upon A Star With Me My Love

Do You…

miss the way;
I look into you eyes
the way my fingers explore your skin
the ear that listened
how in me you had no fear
the tender moments
the kiss, soft and gentle
teasing your lips
holding hands in public
doors that open
a gentlemen
dances in the rain
peanut butter nutella
meals prepared by me
how i brushed your hair
going down above your knees
laughter that broke silence
cuddling the recharge we need
pictures of our adventures
photos erotic shared
walking around the home
nothing but underware
traveling together, many places
making love by moonlight
wishing on that star one night
looking into the mirror
as the story unfolds
dreams and promises and wishes
forever these we hold

… and then you awake…
could this be…
the one man of whom you dream?

… then I awake…
holding my pillow…
I realized…

I was the one who was dreaming

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When you are kept in the dark and you keep digging a tunnel, you feel like a mole

A Common Mole
From the darkness of a tunnel even a mole needs the love of light

When you are kept in the dark and you keep digging a tunnel, you feel like a mole. Having a sense of helpless hope, seeing no way out, because you are blind, even blindsided by someone is a terrible way to live. Life was not created to live in this way.

Life should be bright, sunny, shared and loved. Life was never meant to live alone. Life must be fulfilling, abundant and cherished. Life is so short. Life is so fragile. Life needs room to breath, room to grow, purpose, and meaning.

Life is not about understand the meaning of life. Life is meant to understand the meaning of ones own life. But one day, when the thread snaps, and you look around, without seeing me in your life… it is then, you realize, you are just a poor helpless mole like me.

Never Take Love For Granted
Treasure Love

What Good Is

Once you command your own sea you command everything.

Rainbow Sea
Be the rainbow to your sea.

 

What Good Is

What good is speech
When you are not heard
What good is hearing
When you can not listen
What good is thinking
When you have no thought
What good is seeing
When there is darkness
What good is feeling
When you feel nothing
What good is hope
When you are hopeless
What good is peace
When there is none
What good is life
When you can not live
What good is caring
When you can not care
What good is dreaming
When you have no dreams
What good is good
When you are not
What good is…

Good is the state of mind where you have absolute belief in yourself.

Life is within
Rebuild Yourself

 

The most powerful things are buried deep inside us. The only way we can accept them is to let go.

Let go of the person who treats you like an option not and asset.
Let go of the person who treats you like an option not and asset.

 

Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore. ~ Andre Gide

Mango roots
Command your ocean finding the roots for all you believe.