story 11-02-09 November 2, 2009
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Today he sat down for meditation. He could feel his old raw world. It was a gruesome thing. A world filled with emotions, guilt, stress, anxiety, fear. There was nothing left for him in that world. He closed his eyes and lost track of time. His thoughts never existed. He was simply being. His breaths began to take away his physical anxieties and dissipate them into the cold shrewd night air. That night the birds were far and the moon could little be seen. The stars plucked through the night sky and a mash of purple, dark blue, black permeated the sky. It was a wonderful night. His breathing was now in-sync with nature.
If I can only begin to describe then it may start here July 16, 2009
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You are my all
You. you. You.
Fragile. Delicate. Elegant.
Sweet. Surprise. Real.
When I look into your eyes, I see the world and the worlds before.
I see the innocent child laughter. The poverty that we have yet to save.
I see the incredible marvel that you hold with your being.
When I hear your voice, I am lost in an endless dream of purity.
The type of dream that never ends. The type of dream that creates Gods and Universes.
When I think about you, I feel weightless.
My thoughts–so innocent
The density of these thoughts are uncontrollably low.
They escape my mind and travel to places beyond my imagination.
Always replenished by the never ending stream of thoughts linked to one another by chasms of infinitesimal pressure.
Your touch. Where to begin. When you touch me, you touch the Universe. You touch God. His children. His companions. You ripple His integrity. This does not shock me because I see it unwind myself without any surprise.
Getting lost in your purity I remind myself of the moments you helped me when I was down. The moments I was angry and you loved me harder. The moments nobody was there for me and you were worshiping every essence wrapped around every atom in my body.
I think of you as a miracle. Truly created by God to bring me tears of joy for all the suffering I have grown through. I love your mind for being so incredibly sexy. Feed me with the words that no man has ever spoken of. The secrets you tell me and telepathically send me through your love explain the Universe and much much farther beyond. I am at comfort. Thank you for everything. To live with my love and be satisfied with how small of an impact I make in the world and be splendidly happy with it is a gift I will cry for with joy until we meet again as Gods in philanthropy.
I am decadent towards the phrase I so hold deep down in my heart but I want to say this absurdity because I feel that in some way I can hold up to it. As much as it may seem outstanding, I must tell you. Just remember that life does not end after death!
You give me all your never-ending singular love and I will show you the world in all its harmony. I will show you the beauty you originated in. There is so much out there to be seen, experienced, and interaction is a must. Let us both conquer obstacles to be free to roam the world with much intention to make the place we live in now a place of love and hope!
This is the love I have for you. You open my horizon to things I have never seen before in my imagination, things that leave me in awe, things that are beyond words or earthly knowledge.
Your beauty does not end there. Your physical beauty is what I call home. When I see you I feel safe. When I sleep on your warm breasts and wake up with your body so soft and silken caressing my bare skin–I feel ecstasy. When we make love and in the future when we make more love we will connect and become one– husband and wife.
I love you. Before I was born, God gave me you; which I was seeking so hard for in the spiritual world! God and I are more closely connected then you may think! Thank you for choosing me and for all that you have and will do! Thank you!
Why is the word try in poetry? July 16, 2009
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trying is trying to be
being is not trying
poetry is trying
the ineffable
yet being aware
that you are trying
Awaking to a new dawn October 27, 2008
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When I cry out of happiness
My mind becomes euphoric with happiness
At these moments I am floating with inspiration
With awe for everything that exists
Recognition of the miricales in the most ordinary things
I meditate to get an in depth knowledge of what I see, feel, and give
Understanding where things come from I contemplate on an action
I meditate further
The chess game becomes clear
I awake and begin
Now let me tell you the story of my life
Phrase #1 October 5, 2008
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It was a cold and severely depressing day…
And the song took me in.
Struggle March 23, 2008
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To lose. To feel despair. To cry with no one aware.
To fight. To hold the ground. And push them all!
Letter of Love February 17, 2008
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The simple joys in life take you so far
Giving oneself to another is a blank slate that fills with compassion
I love to share my life with you
I feel so comfortable with you
You are such a tender love
You exasperate my feel for sense of being
Let me sensitize you. Realize you. Sensualize you.
Life is at a stasis with you.
Heaven in your arms is heaven in the world
You know me so well and love me so well.
I adore you for that.
This is a letter of love.
Cherish it. Breathe through it.
And transpire.
Given December 22, 2007
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Man wants immortality. Religions are founded. Philosophies are patterned.
I am born. You may call me nothing. You may know me by nothing.
I will be anonymous at my works.
I crave no credit.
The World As We Know It December 15, 2007
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Who am I to say this, but I must. I want the power, the lust, the feel, the raw entity of what I saw today. The ability to show what no one knows. Break barriers with facts and spit them out with ease and amazement. I crave great value in the world I live in, yet I never had it. The man I heard speak today said ‘the world is in you’ therefore if I give myself great value then I will have great value in society–I will not. I need to give value to others in order to attain value for myself. The world is in all of us. We are all connected in another world. There are many worlds as there are perceptions. That is why a Yogi in deep meditation achieving control over all his perceptions can reach enlightenment as a leader interacting deep with the perceptions of his people can be a great leader.
Origin December 3, 2007
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I never did want anything
Did I?
