Crystalized breaths lasting
Producing precious gems everlasting
You know why you trick me
When you meet me
In this commanding room
Fulfill them, Love
Thrill them
Never lend them heaven
Heaven, Haven we believe is free
See them learn your heartbeats
Understanding explicitly
To articulate codes of distant dimensions
Entering portals
You access
To align
We the key
Yes, you and me
Yes, you and me
Forever breaking all the rules…
Can you hear me
See me
Feel me
While breaking all the rules
Passion cries
Open mouth
Open thighs
Lingering in each other’s eyes
Divining purpose
Digging me out
Deep
The entire climb
With a great overflow
Free flow, flood
Higher blowbacks in multiples
Fingers controlling dips of my lower regions
Don’t stop
The mountains there sensitive and divine
Tingling and activating my spine
Clawing your way into my mind
Sending me into fits and versions of myself
You say
You say
And utter words
A rhyme
With rhythms so fine
Delighting in…
Breaking all the rules
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06/23/2019
I hold on,
hold out for you.
Escaped because you knew,
briefly, before me.
I awake fore,
waking enabled me to know you,
before you knew me to be possible.
Hope made space in you,
subconsciously, unconsciously.
You made a huge statement,
out aloud,
which I heard you distances away.
Never knowing the beacon
so strong steady as blissful beats,
rupturing a time-space continuum.
Placing us both before we could catch breath.
Yet now we breathe,
summoning vortexes to reach into each other,
visiting quietly each universe,
in hushed,
hushed tones.
06/23/2019
A.
Russian Doll box on display
How can I keep away
So sleep is a certainty
That is clear
Where from which I cannot hide
I do fear
B.
Today. Tomorrow. This moment
I fix a brief internment
Walking within the confinement
Where sleep is a certainty
That is clear
Where from which I cannot hide
I do fear
C.
Reality behind my lids inevitable
Wakeless slumber an eternity, certainly
Instead I lay in wake to be awoken
This curse has to be broken
This tragedy stalking
From which nightmares reside
This is clear
06/26/2019
Awaken(ing)
An active approach to forsaken(ing)
To trap and reproach/obliterate(ing)
After over-satiation
To conquer one’s senses
expenses
Decalcify/third eye and wait
Debate with true self awaits
A flawless state
If perfect mirror perceptions
Lead to blind our paths
To overcome/master our own wrath
Discernment in disconnect(ing)
Constant comfort in deflect(ing)
Remnants of yourself to throw back
like wishes/no desire/to conspire
Develop tact
unless no desire leads to freedom
We cannot see them
*Please feel free to make a comment, criticisms, suggestions or make your presence known. I was just inspired to write this, for everyone. We have moments in life whereas we cannot change things or that we don’t fit in. This world is a very big place to get lost in, at times. Hope this brings some comfort. * 06/20/2019
We say
We want to make our dreams come true
World says
You take what I give, follow this line
These signs that lead to a box
We say
Happiness is none of anyone’s business
We own the right through our birthright
World says
Your life is ours
You must believe you are everything else in the world but yourself
Be open they say, like a book
Be cautious and watch where you look
Watch how you talk and walk
Write and inspite of all the fences and barricades
Watch how you are perceived
While the world distracts and deceives
While creating deeper rabbit holes to conceive
Birthing depression and anxiety
The remedy is close at hand and head and heart
We can heal and gather answers
Deep within our own universe
Seek within
06/18/2019 journal in prose of my day…to encourage myself and anyone else who has loved hard and have had their heart broken. There is hope that someone can love us just as hard for as long as we live. (Featured photo is of me when I was 11 months old.)
I’m beginning to feel that pain and love
Are the same emotions
Because to sometimes have one
Love
Is to sometimes have the other
Pain
Both hold hands and play but can be joined
By
Inspiration and epiphany
Anger
Extreme bliss
Hurt
Transparency and openness
Regret
Loss
HOPE
The only way to cope
When that person has powers to maim
The worst is that their intentions was not to aim
Yet still, they leave the subject of their love to blame
I have only truly had a broken heart 3 times
From that same individual of all my affections
Those 3 wounds
Have me displaced and ghosted my heart
Left in a state of wandering
Faced with the task to recover
My strength notwithstanding
I will survive the blows that have befallen me
Because there is someone out here in this desert
That can appreciate the flower that I offer
Deeming themselves worthy of my perpetual attentions
Honey intentions without a regret or resent
*This poem is dedicated to someone, my Love, because they are the truth.
Another sleepless night
You, the only thoughts
The remaining thoughts
everlasting thoughts
First thought on my mind as I wake
Last thought on my mind as I sleep
In between still riddled thoughts of you
The riddle in the sky so blue
The riddle in the stream that flows through you
The riddle to the glow of the moon
The riddle of how you manifest
While your essence remains
Like the scent of frankincense
Unforgettable, irreplaceable
Concieved by my mind
Penetrated my thoughts and sublime
Convinced you were perceived by my mind
Thoughts carried throughout time
Our coincidence, no coincidence
Star crossed, Star crashed
Same path
Same past
*Dedicated to someone that is more important to me than they realize. 06/17/2019
Looking into the darkness of the well
Which was so full of life and love and…
Now a void with infinite space
With infinite universes
With infinite realities that can transpire
When then I realize
There is no coming back from moving forward
And hurt inevitable
To see the crash and understand there are casualties
But still want to see it through to
The fizzles and the sparks that burn out
With heart shaped machines slows to quiet
The wishing well becomes the destination
for discoveries of dreams
or realities
Where shame, anger and grief mix to become one
and they become a color of mixed red and black and blue
So eager to learn the risk
So eager to see it through to its end
The wishing well becomes the destination
The light weight of the universe intermingling
So eager to learn the risk
So eager to see it through to its end
*This poem is for a very special person, though they may not feel that they are, they are fantastic to me.*
Djehuty
Don’t you see the moon shines bright for you
Don’t dismiss your beauty and embrace your wisdom you have ancient within you
You who
Have guided this Earth to it’s means
You can
Awaken your power
That I see you commit too silently in contemplation
But never question your completeness for which you have evolved
Evolution a powerful tool you subscribe
And are a god of scribes
I am in awe of you
Though I am also a goddess
You nourish me
Providing knowledge with your very scripts that have come to be and are known.
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