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!
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.
Origin December 3, 2007
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I never did want anything
Did I?
Brain Massage November 7, 2007
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Hit it hard. Pretty hard that it shakes but slightly reverbs back.
Hit it again. Ok, now you are sloppy.
Flick it. See if it’s still alive.
It wants us to go. We better leave.
Treasure Chests October 7, 2007
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Getting lost in my mind, I find treasures. Chests unopened holding wonders and pleasures all of their own kind. Waterfalls collapsing against boulders. Boulders becoming what they are- nothing. Timeless pieces. Pieces of time. We are talking about things that have with stood sand. Things that reverb through space and have lossless capabilities. Played in my mind they resonate to their best qualities, seen as they truly are. They are the only things that I can truly see as for what they are. They are absolute.
Status Update. October 7, 2007
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What is most important to me right now is my relationship with my girlfriend. I don’t feel trapped–devoting all my time to make the relationship right or changing myself to comfort her– it just happens. It requires no time at all. Lost in this haze of heavenly bliss I lose sense of time and just be. These are the great years of my life. This is where it all begins. My work begins now. Mark this. This is where the concrete begins to harden. Footprints left behind. Work etched purposefully. Brown yellowish dust glistening to the canvas oil. The wind blows where it pleases and I be. It is a great thing to be. To fall in love with life and its music. I can listen to its heart. Hollow as it may be. Centrified as a growth to everyones most deep spiritual complexity of a mind, I hear all! The world is a bit depressed right now I must say. A beautiful thing is happening in the world, unraveling.
