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There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
To me you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
Now won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
My power and my pleasure; an addiction…
So “God is here, with you, and in you.”
There is a supreme and infinite pleasure that fills your heart.
Some languages of love will only permit love as a verb or simply a noun.
You are part of everything; you are not separate from anything.
Everything is part of you; you are part of everything; you are not
separate from anything.
So, i am and should fall large and in light that you shine,
can you see me? So baby, I compare you to a kiss from a dream
i live every day.
You may feel your experience of the world is disjunctive – somehow
disconnected. What is the actual nature of our existence? Is it
static, or in constant flux?
Maybe that is just your individual perception.
But we can try to figure it out by seeing how things affect us
This path we choose is about learning how to communicate effectively
with what we find, giving it meaning, and acting in ways that contribute.
If we are engaged in the pursuit of love in a real, open and collaborative way,
we can witness how relationships change and grow.
We may start with a story, but we are essentially learning how to be a partner.
We can see in our interactions how we are unbalanced, not yet aware that we need to change.
Over time, we discover what we are trying to hide, and begin to open up in our relationships.
The inner change begins with our hearts!
:: 01.06.2021 ::
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SHE can bring love with her smile and devastation with indifference
and ruin faith with the turn of her face;
SHE can bring paradise with her arms and paint masterpieces with her lips
and only reveal what she wishes you to see
SHE can bring passion to your life or steal the meaning of all things
breath the deep blue skies and bring a perfect day
Oh, mystery is beneath her footfalls and how her dress bellows while she
never gives out or gives in — she just changes her mind while promising
the Garden of Eden
So love i followed every motion of your emotion as you took care of yourself
and waiting as you want — ooh, she never gives in while singing angelic songs
and cuts you while you bleed
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm.
She just changes her mind while so kind does anything but gives hope to the lesser
Souls who ache for Love.
:: 12.21.2020 ::
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THERE’S a burning feeling deep inside me
: — /so i find it so very easy to be true
, and admit i am easily a fool \
i hug the sun at day break
and kiss the moon at nightfall
hmmm.
But everytime you are by my side
i count the moments and watch you
and every move you make: it’s art and
as an ocean’s tide i’m pulled into you.
i know i am not worthy of a treasure
such as you but find it very very
easy to just be me — to be true:
because your mine. So at day and night
you’re upon my mind because you’re mind.
hmmm.
i have fallen inside a deep truth of hearts
figured out fruit flies but not cucumbers
and went down down inside a passion that almost
destroyed me — then your hand pulled me out
of poetic insanity.
:: 12.18.2020 ::
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Listen. Today i lost my voice — it left upward looking for my mind.
sometimes the strangeness of Life becomes reality and nothing more.
today i found myself within a garden of snakes and meat-devouring
plants. If not for the purple skies it would have been a wasted
experience. Meeting God was an experience before i found myself
inside a fetus that became my physical body.
the doves sang a brilliant but sometimes somber song;
peace of a piece so small it became nothing before i could
touch it’s sharp and exquisite edge.
Listen.
Today i lost my mind.
and my voice flew downward looking for sanity.
:: 09.11.2020 ::
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Hey oh hey darling
how the leaves fall
from trees
all my life please
just touch the
fallen leaves
take me so closer
to you : i am far away
so far away until the
wearing of my heart
fades away like night:
tonight my heart is
on the loose || oh
my girlhood could have
desecrated you; avoid infecting
the world: my insides purged
my bloody tales with teeth
as an animal of a clean savior
to scour love.
:: 08.02.2020 ::
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Despair is an anchor with thorns
it drowns the ship and sinks the soul
and the hull a skin that bleeds
A heart — the oar that paddles ashore
Best to use a blessed life vest
when with a raging storm
that despair comes and wisely glue shut
that gapping hawse of the Soul’s hull.
:: 05-15-2014 ::
rev 07192020
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The sun rises as hope,
the wind is singing,
the small birds twitter,
the soul is all bitter,
my mouth is closed.
every animal weeps
within its cage
their heads never raising.
as a hole feeds deep within
our hearts — but if everything
around you is not quite as it seems
are we all we wish to be?
like an army defeated and so afraid
to see.
:: 07.17.2020 ::
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MY confession : what be it may
stately said I do adore
hedonistic lore and my passion
borders beyond the day of light
into a fray some may fright
But at the end of any day
a brilliant sun and nymph of light
rules out all it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
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within the daisies
within such fantasy
when i feel like
feeling (like
feeling) oh feeling
where can tomorrow go
but to now oh now
and i feel ; feeling
how death begins to
smell Love.
:: 07.14.2020 ::
[based upon a few
popular mega-glyphs
in the now (modern)
world’s mask]
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LOATHING a cheap thought i sought
wider walls of discernment — i broke
my spinal-cracker back by the blow-back
{shoot, darn-it} dams are made by beavers
:looks like you give a damn
my thick binary-filter of Zero & one
: like , over mE___ hon-knee i
scraped my low-lyin’ heart for many
Human-sad years; i just want you so
; it maybe babe drives me a bit mad:
—///synth-comm :093492034 — disconnect |
interstellar comm link uncoupled: charges
apply during FTL (Faster-Than-Light) Travel
outside Federation parameters. [Remember:
we are dangerous to anything other than
humans — and how we still treat ourselves!]
:: 05.19.2020 ::
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