Sacred Spirit

To understand the universe's processes are gifts bestowed upon the righteous. The ability to bring balance, higher consciousness, spiritual awareness and above all...love, are qualities my Native American brothers and sisters share selflessly to the masses.   Kindred spirits of Mother Earth, Grandmother Moon and Grandfather Creator, Native Americans embody the love, purity, connectedness and appreciation which derive from these wondrous cosmic sources 

Their culture breathes life into minds which are open, creative and wanting of a greater experience. They share without having an attachment to man-made ideology and materialistic gain due to the fact they are nurturers by nature although their duality consists of a great warrior spirit which gives them profound spiritual strength

Their ceremonies possess cosmic ties with the universe, their humility displays a sincere respect for the spiritual beings and tribal elders who have been guiding lights to their present experience. Their love of family is an example of the oneness we should all embrace. Their languages are beautiful and full of positive energy, knowledge and spiritual enlightenment

Although persecuted, they remain strong and resilient because they are too important to the delicate universal balance. The grand design has been witnessed and embraced then shared from one generation to the next thus empowering each tribe, clan and individual. Their limitless spiritual being goes unmatched

When honoring these sacred people, do so with a reflection of love, respect, humility, acceptance and connectedness because that was and is the experience they have shared with all those in their past, present and eventual future 

KIDESI (LOVE)

Bruno Mars - Gorilla

This is my anthem (minus the cocaine part) ...for good reason!!!

The Beauty of It

Look at it,doesn't it breath happiness into life?  Look at its natural curves forming shedding light into the soul.  Is it not a monumental and infectious expression?  When seen, know that it is pure and resounding just by being simply what it is

To give this treasure is inspiring.  This wondrously mysterious action creates positive chemical change from ones crown to the tip of the toe and everything in between.  How powerful is this thing?  It changes days and nights, moods and emotions, allowing for a more pristine interaction

Whether sexy, subtle, remarkable, over extended or omnipresent, it's infectious.  It's the gift that keeps on giving.  It lures you into its world in an attempt to increase the potency of positive thoughts

It's easy, simply easy.  As easy as it comes.  The affect is felt all throughout.  There's no protocol for it as it is instinctual.....learned at birth.  The hardest of men have given way to its ease and embraced it just the same

Whether during dawn or twilight, the ease and affect of this thing is known and very powerful.  It is preferred to carry it with you ensuring to use it often as it will never weigh you down, only lift you up higher

At the next opportunity, take possession of it and share it with all in your daily experience for it has literally changed the world.  Allow this friendship to blossom and walk hand in hand into life knowing its power.  You'll know it when you see it because it's perfectly beautiful.  Walk this life always remembering to......Smile!!!!!!

Reflection

I love you.  The spirit residing internally is present and focused on more than what was once realized.  To embody purity and elevated consciousness is the agenda for the day

The lens sees past the myriad of things once blocked from view that caused a blurred image to appear.  Those rods and cones are now more useful due to the spiritual awakening now realized.  Life is new and shall forever be

Look at more than the flesh covered presence cast by the light enabling this image to be seen.  Search the depths for a more profound purpose.  Look past the wrinkles, scars and abnormalities as they do not define your purpose.  Love your form but take care not to become too attached 

See the magnificence of spiritual energy swirling like powerful flowing rapids.   Understand the connectedness of your position in relation to the next energy source.  With each breath, appreciate the moment created

Appreciate the inner beauty once unaware of and overlooked.  Say to yourself, I love you and know the phrase is received by the divine part of you.  Believe that through stillness all is possible and life is limitless.  With speech no longer impaired by artificial flavors, an articulation is now the replacement and clarity has become profound

Feet no longer shuffle and posture has become erect to introduce to the world a more prominent figure.  As ascribed by God, this being is now awake and open for service to all.  Transcend into the stratosphere where multitudes of like beings reside and welcome you into love

As potentiality grows, look into the mirror and smile thinking of this perfect onesong of human/spiritual existence.  Know you are perfection and believe it exists because you are...perfect.  Just as Jesus was perfect, so are you.  You are perfect because the universal dialogue has made it possible.  Every preconceived notion of imperfection has been replaced and accepted because you are....perfect

As you stand admiring the reflection which is you, embrace the moment and continue on the journey.  There's no need for your existence to be usurped because you are a naturally flowing energy source of spirituality.  Your ease into life has all the makings of a more aware you.  Share life everyday knowing it's temporary but never static.  Walk away from your reflection feeling loved because you are.....Perfect

Powerfully soothing

Realized Spirit

In this body, the realization of its importance is immediate and monumental.  The more evolved topic consists of the internal fulfillment of the spirit

We congratulate ourselves for a job well done when there is a worthy achievement that becomes recognized.  In that moment, understand the need to detach yourself and become free of fear, control and judgement

This harmonious oneness (life) we feel, is not subject to the unnecessary materialism which is ever present but originates from the universal positive energy each of us radiates and shares within this evolving circuit

The spiritual being flowing throughout your human form is not static but instead fluid and purposeful.  The engagement of the spirit to the human form is only connected via the mind and what we really decide to associate to it.  Within us is a network of spiritual tools that define our who, what, when, where and how.  All answers are within, so why the need for external validation

Happiness is subjective to choice and choice subjective to thought.  To understand their alliance will cause a paradigm shift of unyielding value and sublime awareness.  Relinquish control over self and begin the process of simply being present.  Prepare to receive it all once you begin to truly believe in the power of self

Become love.  Be nonjudgmental.  Release fear.  Embrace change.  Focus on service to others.  Remove the negative self image and promise to love yourself more each day.  Transform and transcend.  Concentrate on what you want instead of what you do not want

In these times, remember that we are spiritual beings inside a human form and our potential is limitless.  There are reasons for existence and in reviewing those reasons one must not forgo appreciating each moment of said existence.  It is not owned nor can it be for everything is cyclical and meant to be shared

As a spiritual being, time becomes a man made construct that restricts freedom and perpetuates what life is actually not.......a scheduled and regimented process.  Just as energy is fluid and constant, so are we.  When we are in dreamstate, the rules do not apply.  Tap into higher consciousness and recreate the rules in the playbook.  Become the positive limitless thought invoked spiritual energy that you were created to be.  Make your reality the dream you've always wanted

Walk these distances with an animated and youthful approach.  Take all that you have been given from God and claim what is rightfully yours.  Make the decision to allow awareness to eradicate stagnancy.  Do what you love and live free of regret 

Each of us are positive spiritual energy and are God.  Awareness brings us closer to the God within us that we all desire and strive to become.  Understand that the highest level of spiritual growth embodies the God within us and since spiritual growth is never ending, so is our journey into enlightenment

No one will make this journey alone although we reside in our separate physical forms.   When the belief of oneness is realized, all activity will be directed toward the ultimate goal....being complete positive spiritual energy

Video Queen

Lights, camera, action are the directions shouted when the mood is right and the atmosphere is set.  I can't help but gaze upon the succulent posterior you so elegantly shift. It has my full attention

You smile and I am blinded momentarily.  My tunnel vision is the epitome of boyhood thoughts awaken during moments like this.  The comfort you've displayed has brought about animalistic intentions which dare to be controlled.  My desperation to stay focused is intensified by the aroma seething from your intentional movements

The need for digital enhancement is a technological advancement extinct to your beauty.  The luck stricken lens that captures your frame displays a perfect image consistent with Greek goddesses and symbolic statues.  In just a fleeting moment you've surpassed all others

Wasted film and time have become obstacles I can no longer avoid.  In my attempt to freeze you in time for my own selfish needs, I have created an imbalance and now the mad dash begins.  I will become the ally of creativity and resourcefulness in order to keep you locked away and safe for future viewing pleasure 

Thank you for lending this experience to me. Thank you for arriving and enduring the many sequences of varied positions.  Thank you for giving when you had no reason to.  Your selfless act has prompted me to take inventory of myself.  That luck stricken lens showed me beauty's image and it taught me the meaning of desire and longing

To be the architect commissioned to capture your illustrious form in these settings brings me overwhelming pleasure and joy.  A simple thought of appreciation you have caused to stir in my soul

Upon your physical absence, I look forward to the digital pleasures saved for now and forever

Prayer's Purpose

Heartfelt words, positive thoughts and a sincere spiritual presence does a moment of prayer make.  These times are connections made between us and God when more found insight or moments of thanks are necessary

We are reflections and embody the spiritual essence of love, peace, positive energy and oneness.  Each bend of the knee, bow of the head and clasp of the hands, unite the God in us whose path its in our best interest to follow

From the young and old, tall to short, large to small, we are all anointed and breath life into our spiritual bodies.   The opportunity to look within is owned by each of us when external sources prove futile

Prayer is not divided by individuals instead it's shared across nations.  Heaven is within us and the light which shines casts out any darkness we may face.  All that is needed is to make the request

Regardless of belief, generational gap, opinion or stance, prayer is our common denominator.  Prayer is the ultimate conversation in spiritual communication.  Without it, one might reach the sky and enjoy multitudes of success but with it, all impossibilities become possibilities and all limits become limitless

It is our duty to understand our own spiritual journey and whether or not we believe there is even one we should follow.  Work diligently and be willing to travel this journeyed ancestral path for the answers are forthcoming.  Amongst us are pillars of renowned resources that aide us in our travels so ensure they are utilized

Prayer is like a rainfall where we pass it down from one generation to the next while enjoying the spiritual cleanse this rainfall brings.  To unite in prayer is to bring forth positive change and enlightenment.  The power of prayer is unmatched

To witness the elders partake in this life changing ritual is motivating but to witness a child in prayer is inspiring.  The baton must be passed so the spiritual cycle of life will continue at an unyielding pace

A silenced prayer condemned by a torturous master does not allow a soul to bear good fruit so ensure no one mutes the voice attempting to begin the dialogue

A child's prayer is innocent and precious and is the birth of the spiritual life cycle.  It is shielded from fault, judgement or pretense and echoes the desire to know......to understand.....to love

The moment will come when prayer is sought out and embraced and at that very second we will begin to better understand our purpose.  Out of the mouth of babes does our course change.  Just be willing to steer in that direction

Listen to them as they speak. Guide them as they follow. Nurture their souls

In closing is the prayer of an innocent child who is beginning their journey in prayer:

"God, it's me and I've never done this by myself before but I'm not scared...nope not at all cause mommy and daddy said you love me.  God, what's your real name? I was told it was God but everyone I know has 2 names so I was just wondering. Do you ever sleep cause mommy said we need our sleep to make us strong and since you're the strongest, I figure you must sleep alot

God, I need a favor.  Well maybe a couple if it's ok.  First, mommy's belly is getting bigger and I'm afraid she's gonna get sad cause she's always checking the scale.  She throws up alot but feels better once daddy comes home with pickles and ice cream.  She said their cravings so can you give her some more cravings so mommy can lose her tummy?

God, I love my daddy but if you could bless him with a smooth face that would be great cause his hairy face is kinda prickly.  Daddy loves to hug and kiss us and I don't wanna hurt his feelings so can you tell him for me?

Ummmm, it was something else I wanted......ohhh yeah, can you PLEASE make my brother brush his teeth, not pee in the bed, stop throwing my Barbies, quit making me mad, stop cheating when we play games, play tea party with me and maybe sometimes share his toys?  He's a perfect brother and I love him but if you could make him do that stuff he would be even more perfecter.  Thanks God

I hope I didn't keep you up cause I know you need your sleep.  Well, maybe you like to watch a t.v. show or read like my daddy before bed so if I'm taking a buncha time I'm sorry.  God, thank you for my family and friends and whenever you can do this stuff I'll be happy cause I don't think Santa can do these things.  One last thing......God, can I have a bike? 

Amen

Cinematic Beauty

Walking towards her was like times of old when you playfully punch the girl on the playground who commands your attention

Without a word she put me in a field of flowers and bright butterflies because I could feel the flutters as if I'd swallowed them all

Step by step, she led me closer to where I wanted to be...next to her.  The space between us lessened but she began to make me increase in size.  Little did I know this moment would be the beginning of a time I've longed for

With excitement bubbling, boyish thoughts stirring and side glances given, I bought the ticket into our future.  Sitting there beside her, no thoughts of money wasted or cinematic loss entered into my mind

Her touch so soft, sent chills through my body and at that very second, unknowingly, she became mine.  This dark room proved my friend as it allowed our caresses and soft words spoken to go unnoticed.  This initial meeting was nothing short of spectacular as she was much more than the image conjured in my mind prior to this moment

Her laugh inspired me, her smile relaxed me and her soft touch sent electric shocks through the most masculine of places. I didn't realize sitting in this space would have left me craving her to remain in my life..but it did.  Thoughts of making love, although premature, could not be erased as they continuously plagued my mind

Since that time, I have never known such playful days and carnal pleasure filled nights as those she has given me

That fateful day proved righteous and letting her go has proven difficult as she keeps me chained to her.  Guiding me to the cliff's edge of sexual torture is a request I make in advance because I need her.  She's put a curse on me and I fear I am forever vexed

She started as a cinematic moment and traveled space and time to arrive in my present and my hopeful future

Turn your eyes toward the screen and watch our life's movie play until we once again stand from emptied seats heading out into the glorious sun

Man of Steel

There's nothing like the early morning need to replace the loss of physical contact.  Chemical fluctuations shake hands with biological change to create a powerful Superhero

This "Man of Steel" is able to plunge deep into the most aqueous of caverns and tear down (or up) the greatest of internal walls.  A true Superhero never receives customer complaints nor does he ever relinquish his title for he knows the blessing he's bestowed

This ultimate Man is able to hold his breath for hours when the need arises as if being water boarded by his female captor allowing her to squirt forth her life force

Sweat is not his enemy and time not his foe.  He and endurance have a very close kinship with stamina always at his side.  This team forms a superpower which goes unmatched

When he is summoned for duty, the call is gladly accepted.  He is aware of the challenges and has prepared intensely to be dominator and victor

Nay does anyone second guess this Superhero's power or performance due to his illustrious track record being stellar.  When he unsheathes his sword, excitement and anticipation courses the veins of his opponent.  To die a beautiful death is the cry of all who has done battle with this Man of Steel

To see this Superhero in action is only comparable to witnessing any of the 7 Wonders of the World.  Jaws drop, eyes widen, hearts beat and a moistness is felt as if plunged into the deep blue

How captivating is this Marvel of Men.  How keen are his senses which are used to prey on those in need of a sublime fantasy-filled experience.  Only the most deserving are rescued and embraced with the strength he possesses 

From the moment of his divine creation he was aware of his powers and abilities.  Being of many, he knew a great responsibility would come from having such talents

As with any Superhero, his initial onstage performances brought pain instead Providence, anguish instead of relief and hate instead of love; misusing these powers took time to properly cultivate

The detail he now carries in his arsenal enables him to surpass others claiming Superhero status and puts him atop a mountain all his own.  There he resides until called and reports dutifully so none shall fear the absence of his reign 

When in doubt, shout out and you may also be among the privileged few.  Just be sure that call is not in vain and you are worthy of this experience because if not, the rescue may leave you wanting and desiring of.......The Man of Steel

Death by Passion

Passion is a stupid word made up by a woman in heat longing for unattainable desires.  It consists of negative thoughts and sexual innuendos that are viewed by couch potatoes and magazine readers

It should never be misconstrued as anything other than a fruit by which a hairy beast has consumed it and left the residue swarming with flies

That seven letter word should be stricken from English literature and made policy to never be uttered.  Passion is the elixir contained in Juliets' bottle which caused the death of mankind

There should be a Presidential message interrupting your favorite show to broadcast death by hanging to all who participate in this Pagan ritual because it causes love to fade, black holes to form, governments to fall and species to become extinct

It holds no place in the realm of spiritual union.  It defers to loathing and disease. It strains and restricts growth of the most beautiful of things

Do not be fooled for the heathens who disagree are liars and hoarders of facades.  Do not turn around to view it or else the pillar of salt will become your reality

At the end of the day, passion is a burned meal on display to the starving few who are malnourished. It clogs arteries and forces dehydration to become a close mirrored relative that you hate to call and only see at funerals

Seeing the affect passion has had is sickening and disgusting.  If passion were the kiss that would change the frog to the handsome prince, he would now be cooked and eaten by that Cajun who no one understands unless they are also Cajun

If it knocks on your door, be careful and dial 911. Say anything to survive. Say it is a weapon of mass destruction.  Say it is the trigger squeezed by the suicidal maniac.  Whatever you do, do not let it in

Passion, sweet passion...where for art there sweet passion? It is on a reality T.V. show being exploited through naked drunken and slurred speech awaiting the end of the season

Passion is a one hit wonder written by a cocaine addicted wannabe jonesing for the next hit.  Do not listen to its song for it shall surely burst the ear drum which we so desparately need...to hear

All in all, passion is awesome.  Passion is great. Passion is awe inspiring.  Passion is beautiful.  Passion is pure and essential.  BUT TO THE SCORNED...IT IS ALL THE THINGS PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED WHEN PAIN IS ITS' REPLACEMENT.  Even still, embrace it for it is hate's only cure when combined with love

Unknowing

What have I done for you to hurt me all in fun?  These unfortunate chain of events literally has my heart bleeding for you

Faces of joy stand above surrounding me with comic relief. To be the one that causes you this great relief fills me with joy.  Does death come swiftly to my door urging the need to fast forward time and allow this marriage to become untimely?

The release of life is met with tears of joy and in that moment all questions are answered.  No, I was never tall enough.  Yes, I was quite the prick who never gave a satisfying glance.  No, you never gave oral pleasure to me as you did the others.  Yes, my money comforted you although my love could not

Recount the lies and abuse.  Those were moments of highlight and greatness to me.  Now as I sit tied and scorned with my flesh soaked in what seems to be hate's orgasm, I ready for hell's fire

With temperatures too hot to fathom, the layers melt away.  The ash begins to form and the nerves do not communicate signals

I no longer feel this searing adulterous pain - I dare not look away.  Remember everything I've caused and be joyous in this exciting time

Do hearts flutter in anticipation replacing grief with bliss?  Are vacation days being planned and deposit boxes emptied?

In this moment I recall it all and awake shaken staring at my lover in fear of a loss that may be eminent.  What does a man do to replace youthful reactions that has cast out any signs of goodness? To pace the floor in a race against time shall become the study of the one blamed for such trespasses

Time does not exist when the condemned lay prey to the unknown consequence.  Denial of privilege is surely to become the pen on which he writes his request

The time comes to forgive and it is met with a second chance at life.  The love that once was remains intact and seemingly grows from the betrayed soil to which is planted

Just as kisses are shared and hugs are received, past thoughts surface and she can no longer forget.  The dull blade is placed in his back as it was originally placed in hers. Excruciating as it may be, it is better than the absence of pain by her hand altogether.  Death comes slowly for the villain who has admitted betrayal then sentenced to death

Is this death a reality or another sleep laden tormentor which he can not awaken from?  Reality is a betrayed thought in a time of unknowing.  Dreamstate is the reality we know when all else fails to make sense

The afterlife has a beginning no end and no measure.  It has an arrival and no equation will ever make it more rational. To awaken from it after such a dreadful journey brings comfort to the soul threatened by its existence

A shake is felt and words of love are spoken to encourage the belief that his reality is intact and she remains.  Through sweat soaked sheets the realization is made and the commitment remembered

The betrayal to him, has been forgiven and forgotten and all lies erased.  She cradles this man child close and sings the deceitful lullaby by which he is condemned.....

                                           "Hush little baby keep your lie"
                                         "I do not love you and I won't cry"
                               "Through thick and thin I stood by your side"
                                  "This'll be the last deceit that you'll hide"

To once again awaken in a false reality is the plagued security to which the betrayer opens his eyes. Channeling deceit and hidden secrets is an ancient art passed down through generations.  The horror of an unknowing outcome based on a reality that can not be decoded is the ultimate inception in deception

The final stance of two lovers evening glance should mirror the vow once spoken.  Breath new life into the reality created and the outcome will always be reflective of the original choice made.  Do not let the reality be the demise of the dream; rather nurture the dream to create the reality

Poker Face

My hand trembles and my mind exhausts the possibilities of standing as the sole victor.  This has been a calculated process from the moment we sat and all eyes began that meticulous once over

By my own doing, the table has increased with satisfying tension; nothing less of a sunset showdown where someone must fold therefore committing the ultimate suicide

Alone, I possess the power, knowledge and skill to betray fates demise.  In my eyes the fear subsides and is replaced with charcoal fueled rage

One by one I expose my artillery ensuring all others are marked, targeted and destroyed.  Faces of stone and glared eyes saturated with mixed hopeful delusion are becoming the topic of my minds news feed

Just as I claim victory, a penetrating sequence of armor piercing rounds strike.  As the chips fall, the notion is clear and life is washed away from my now lifeless body.  I now lay with the great Royal Flush surrounding me as the vultures dine in delight

Nemesis

That little fucker sits there with his hands rapidly moving and staring into my soul.  Almost with the urgency of a speeding train with no brakes, he keeps twitching those feverish hands

"Stop staring at me", I yell but the futile attempt is met with more long....intense...penetrating....intense stares.  It's as though he's my boss watching me slyly clock in after a much needed break

Now, as I sit here acting as though it's of no consequence, I plot my revenge.  The stares have burned a deep desire in me to end this unfortunate sequence of events.  Am I plotting against him or has he been plotting against me?  Is he toying with me just about to capture my king?  Is he arranging his soldiers to ambush my flank?  Well, I am poised for battle and won't go down without a fight

Hmmmm.....I could end all of this right now with one brave and direct approach but what if he fights back?  What if he has friends in dark places?  Ok, I'll keep planning

This is insane.  Why are you staring?  Stop motioning your hands.  What does that even mean?  Why are you torturing me devil?

He shuffles closer and I feel a rush of testosterone.  Not sure if I'm losing this precious chemical resource or gaining in strength.  As I strategize, mental images of Roman battles plague my mind and why am I on the losing team?  Dammit...those stares

Until today, I had confidence in my stature and belief in my ability to defend myself.  That's all but gone now.  I feel like Luke when Darth Vader was using the force.  Yes, I'm Obie Wan Kenobi.  I'll stare back. I'll use....the force!!!

I clear my throat and wipe the beads of sweat from my brow.  Cautiously, I inch my neck in his direction.  This pain is excruciating.  My neck has never failed to turn in any direction

Ha.  I'll use my hands to gently move my head towards him to begin the showdown.  Just as I motion, he walks toward me and I'm paralyzed.  I stop.  He stops.  I motion and so does he.  Stop toying with me and let's get it on.  Just get it over with.  If only I had a weapon like the gunslingers of old I'd show him.  I'd point, fire and end this torturous moment

I finally begin my glare into his soul....yeah big mistake.  Now, I'm entranced by subliminal messages.  Why is he so much more masculine than me?  Wow, look at the definition in his arms

Why didn't I keep that gym membership?  I could've taken him.  If I didn't have to pay those damn parking tickets I could've kept that membership. Dammit, focus man....FOCUS

His staring is so intense.  I should just give up but wouldn't that be the mark of a coward?  Nope.  It's called choosing your battles.  Yep, ha...I'm not really scared.  I just don't want to fight, not today anyway.  Besides, I have to get back to work.  It's sunny out and I could just enjoy the day but I'll still see him after work

Dammit, stop staring at me.  Ok, now I'm getting pissed.  "You want some of me", I say very loudly...in my head.  I picture the ensuing battle and this time I'm the victor

I decide to make my move and just as I do, he stands.  He's much taller than expected.  His stares grow more intense and any preconceived notions of a victory are quickly replaced by the reality of pain and a short hospital stay

Finally, I stand tall and erect but respectful, lay my sandwich down making sure to maintain eye contact then quickly dash in the other direction.  Moments later, I peer out of the window to see a terrible and horrific sight.  That fucker is eating the very sandwich I proudly prepared during the wee hours of the morning which caused me to arrive to work late

Ahhh, dammit....I hate that fucking squirrel!!!!

Dance of Life

The inside of you felt like a grand mix of my favorite things that I love.  Every thrust into the most spiritual of places allowed my soul to feel renewed and full of life

Nibbling on your flesh during those sexual rants was uncontrollable and your response was always the same

The softness of your caress is so soothing yet incites a riot within me that I can not yield to.  From your dark hair to your chiseled feminine features to your slim build and wonderfully arched feet, you are the epitome of sexual perfection

My appetite goes forever unsatisfied due to never being able to get enough of the meal you prepare for me.You are insatiable and I mirror that image.  The beauty of these moments can only be defined as divine

You radiate a high frequency that to all others would be deafening but I enjoy the sound and feel of it.  You are a love soaked siren commanding me toward your shores where my arrival will be met with premeditated disaster

Through it all, I forge on unknowing of where this torturous current will take me but as long as you provide navigation, I will steer the course

I am blinded by the light you cast.  I squint as not to engulf you entirely because to do so would mean that I may see the truth that I dare not bare witness to.  As they say, ignorance is bliss and I want to remain free of this knowledge

Although we are aligned in other aspects than sex, this is our common denominator and where we feel understood and united

This outlay of stitched fabric encompasses all of our pains, stresses, insecurities, confusions, fears and doubts; yet in still its facade is well played and beautiful

Without it, we are an empty shell trying to fill it with lost things we've misplaced or ones that are now extinct.  Without our "binding", we have quiet moments where judgments float to the surface or insecurities multiply like bacteria happily mobile in a petri dish

We once knew quiet moments of bliss but they have been all but eradicated by pulses of negative energy surging through the veins of a once beautiful flower

Though constant attempts to revive this flower, it seems to withdraw from light and would rather anticipate darkness where it seems better suited for growth.  Even though the flower grows stronger in this dark isolated location, its growth sprouts forth thorns instead of petals, thistles instead of stems and sap instead of nectar.  All this because its roots are planted in untended and decomposed soil

Nonetheless, life continues and new life is being thought of.  The void that has been created will always make a heroic attempt at rejuvenation.  This attempt has to be pure and well thought out for if not, the life created will suffer the same fate

Be not so careless in our desire that the new life becomes a strategic move rather than a loving moment outside of this game that we play

Allow this newness to breath unrestricted air which is free of pollutants previously inhaled.  By all accounts, ensure to tend the soil of your flower before planting a garden

Unfortunately, I have given away my freedom of choice once I entered into the spiritual realm and planted my seed.  The choice just as the seed is now in the universes hands and its fate is unknown....well at least for a short time

Funny thing; choice.  It controls everything and nothing simultaneously.  The thought that preempts choice is the biological parent that will forever be the guiding hand by which that choice travels

We are here to create but what are we creating?  Why are we making the choice to create it?  What is the impact of said creation?

Let not your heart be troubled because the dance was a beautiful one.  We had a thought and made a choice to create life based on desire.  Now we must live with that.  Still, I want to dance in life's royal ball but I know my moves must become more refined....and they will

The One

Our union was not a typical one but designed to breath new life into a dull existence.  Although belonging to someone else, God showed me her and I knew my present circumstance was ill fated

My anticipation of your presence was like loud church bells in my ear and that same sound became part of my favorite playlist. I gladly rid myself of the noose that left ragged marks around my flesh in order to sample the love I had come to know

Through the years, our friendship grew and we both knew what it is we should do.  Fate had a mind of its own and never seemed to allow us to play the same song but still we sang it in different places....at different times 

I would travel those miles just to see those smiles and you were always waiting and anticipating.  I remember your intoxicating scent and the heavenly aroma when I would lay between your legs.  Oh, how I loved living there....even for a moment

You know who I compare you to and you've surpassed that Godsent angel and created a place in my heart no one ever has.  Although I am the man, you have breached the fortress and rescued me from darkness

Moving from place to place became a ritual for me and even when I held you in the most southern of places, fate spun the wheel and cast me out once again never allowing me to plant my seed and watch it grow

I love you with all my heart.  You embody everything I need and desire.  I should have screamed aloud the words I needed to.  I would have hand delivered the note to God myself to ask him for your hand

I left you wanting and allowed your train to depart with me arriving seconds too late, please forgive me for the delay. Now, all I have is a voice thru wires miles apart but at least I have that and I'll never let go

As you allow life into this world, I pray that one day I may hold your hand while the new life we see delivered continues our legacy

You will always be my captive as I hold you in my heart for safekeeping.  There you shall know peace and you will keep me alive for eternity

Please, let me see your smile one last time before this life takes me.  I dare not pass to the other side without your blessing

Look what you've done to and for me.  If I could rewind time, I would not have let that train depart without me beside you.  Who knows, one day we may travel together...hand in hand

Regardless of what, in my heart you are still mine.  My breathing is now labored because my rib is in a distant place living a new life.  I will suffer this pain as a reminder of my ill gotten fate

All I can say now is....I love you and always will

Sleeping Beauty

She lays there feeling the streams of energy deplete from her body.   With a slight bat of her sleepy eye, slumber becomes iminent

As the migration of her restlessness stretches to her frenzied mind, her body rejects the futile attempts at negotiation

With thoughts of journeyed darknes into a world of dreamstate, time becomes null and void and her bodies tacit gestures begin relaying its messages to the brain

Malformed positions occupy the space which this spiritual being lays rest.  With eyes of amber, each movement begins and ends through blurred and tunneled vision

Finally a wave of calm languishes over the rested soul unveiling the serenity originally attempted.  Lay still and enjoy the benevolence this moment has created and witness now the myriad of tranquil images passing by as you sleep

Paper Trail

A fistful of dollars keep my hands clenched so tight that I may need medical assistance to pry them apart.  This lust for money has penetrated my soul and placed a hold on all 5 senses

I tell myself this is comfort; not the junkie addiction told in stories of old.  Be my friend and never leave me lonely.  Tell me good morning and dance with me all night

To be the powerful chop behind the axe which digs into your origins is my fantasy so I can give birth to your monetary value and walk with you from creation into wedded bliss

I lay in bed craving your touch, your smell...just the presence of you gives way to biological change.  We have an undeniable love/hate relationship and it seems I will always be your captor and pursuer

What sweet words would roll off your sweet lips if you could speak to me?  Would you tell me how much you love our walks?  How about the excitement of me holding your bare flesh until it's time to witness your departure?

You consume all that I am and you are my drug of choice so I will never deny you access.  Money is not the root of all evil, it is the symbol created to express freedom from the terrors of being without you

You were meant to grow old with me..promising never to forsake me.  Make me whole and always stay in abundance as I do not want to embrace the starved feeling your hunger brings

In closing.....I pledge allegiance to the cash of the United States of America and to financial freedom for which it stands, one nation under God indivisible with liberty and justice for some;not all

The Breakup

My heart rests far away from its original home as it was evicted without notice or care.  My heart is now homeless but you still hold the key as any landlord would

My days are long without a sunrise nor does it set.  Just as a thief, you have robbed me and taken all security I once knew. 

          I no longer feel safe in this world as I am exposed to the elements 

Looking for a new home will become the wall I dare not scale as I can not absorb the pain of another fall.  If nothing else, allow me to move on...GIVE ME PEACE.

I have only the memories once shared but you have the home they were created in.  You are a collector of keys...a lender of resource that borrows against the equity of others but never sharing dividends

I am now desolate but hopeful and I owe this all to you.  Thank you.

Our Departure

You appeared into my life wanting of beauty which I do not possess.  My image casts back a reflection inconsistent with your requests

Although we looked in the mirror together, you want to alter my reflection to meet your ideals.  I like the scars staring into my soul burning the very flesh their attached to

You said you would love me regardless but that truth has changed direction and plotted a new course.  These scars are precious temporary residents as I no longer feel the need to provide them shelter

In your haste, you never peered into the shell to find the pearl, you saw only an unusable artifact.  For that I thank you and walk away with the riches intended for me

I smile as I walk into my future knowing I am more valuable with each step....Goodbye Forever

No Escape

These shackles keep me confined in a place of darkness and uncertainty.  With every breath I take, I inhale a dose of indecision and confusion

This isolation serves no purpose but to expand and spread the pain that my mind can't seem to escape.  Kneeling in defeat and worshiping an unlikely idol, I call out in hopes I may be rescued

Is there no end to the slippery death slope this moment has created?  Will the river continue to flow freely, blinding me with every crash of its thunderous under current?

The moment is ending without the absence of pain.  My descent into this hell is my own doing.  I am hollow and carrying only the heavy carcass to which I am entombed

Is there no magical pill?  No quick fix?  No immediate exit made available to my crippled soul?

I hurt intensely tho never hiding behind a mask due to the wounds being so crippling and evident.  Will I awake to the sun or continue my reality in black and white?

I cry to you wanting a reminder of what once was but can never be.  I fall unknowing where I might land but unconcerned for my safety just the same

Shaking hands with this presence only verifies to me that I have reached my untimely destination.  I carry the weight of an unrealized life which can never be relived.  In the end, there was no peace but only a replayed memory

The Journey

Cast your ballot and hear the screams that ring loudly.  The changes you hear are white noise that aren't dull in the night

As the ground shakes the shift becomes apparent and inevitable.  The winds howl and the animal stirs at the first beam of sunlight or hope as its known

Creeping closer, the muffling becomes gargantuan in nature and then unmistakable.  The hunger, if left unquenched will devour the animal itself and cause an imbalance in nature

Our kindred spirits await us at the gate because they are the teachers and have already passed their tests so no longer are starving

We are still yet savages sniffing the ground for remnants of morsels which seemingly have become scarce.  Once we pick up the scent, we are in a frenzy of sorts; an insatiable appetite we sustain and do our best to beseech

An internal accord is reached and we barter for survival.  Our internal animal devours its feast while giving way to the passing lamb free of judgement

          Our focus is not on the lamb for its journey is not ours.                                                        We focus. We focus. We focus.

To conjure wisdom is the spell we practice.  While scathing the valley for these ingredients we have become refined hunters.  Our volition is undeniable although the search for Providence is not devoid of broken ground

Lean forward through the winds and allow your posture to carry you.  Life is one step at a time but greatness approaches....even for a lamb