"Life Is To Inspire & be Inspired..................."

 

Arrange

onceuponapoem:

It is understandably relevant
Trying to remain your best in the face of betrayal 
As each piece of your self falls apart into the swirl
Of Time
Your only mission for the moment is to put yourself back together again
And make sure the colors match 
As they bleed and blend creating a new master piece 
reality the artist
Yourself the brush, the tip, the spray, the glue
The instrument motivated by the density of pressure
the result of your reestablished presentation
Is the tomorrow you hope you find
in each decision and in each combination and improvisation
Still the unfinished work of art is dragging along in a whirl of a mess
comical in all its imperfections beautiful in all its pain
Lesson after lesson of technique in the daily grind
Like teeth of the gears
a team of motion a push and pull
I am this

accarezzare:

forgivings:


1,000 ice sculptures, left to melt upon the stairs in a Berlin square. 

hehe this is so cool

ohmygod

Mad Deep

accarezzare:

forgivings:

1,000 ice sculptures, left to melt upon the stairs in a Berlin square. 

hehe this is so cool

ohmygod

Mad Deep

Nouns & Verbs

Another day of perception battles..

Seems I am feeling a combination of experiences intertwined..
One moment I let go, the next I hold on and realize I am holding on to nothing…
Because of the betrayal and the hurt it reminds me of my current place..
It reminds me of my empty hands- how they long to hold something real..

But I return back to my inner workings, My depth, My quest..
each step I am walking i observe the life i live, the life I had, and the life I have yet to live..

A collective…I am the collection.. My views are the eyes that absorbed the pixels..the tiny dots to connect in the bigger picture..

Preparations are disguised in persons, places, and things.. Nouns.. Nouns they are everywhere.. They have a new language in the collective.. As verbs are the vibration leading me to the full actualization of present..

I tend to get wrapped up.. entangled into the spaces of transition.
Like a limbo intersection jumble flip with too many options, but in the present state my two feet are planted firm in the far right corner and that is where I am..
Or in the vast open oasis of possibility and opportunity…

Perceptions really are only a matter of the collective that has been accumulated from the verbs and the nouns that I didn’t choose…did choose.. it all depends on how your sight scope mind loop takes it.. absorbs it and then reflects…

Battle…. the combination of experiences intertwined.
The layers of being that are a trinity… The here and now in the flesh, the soul, and the spirit…All questing simultaneously- eager to get the destination.. but in all reality I am here…
 
Here and now is all i can say to keep me from getting lost.. Colliding into other sections or places unseen, predetermined from my own battle based on negatives and doubts..positives and shouting out crazy ideals..

Its all relevant isn’t’ it?

All time and space squished and collected in this here and now… unwrinkled and laid out to understand and deliberate..To collect and fold and open and shape and mold about into something real.. something that I can hold in battle… in the grand scheme…

To Be Continued……………………….

ourpoeticlives:

oculousreparo:


brock-obama:

Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.



Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.

Hahahaha

ourpoeticlives:

oculousreparo:

brock-obama:

Owls confirmed to be the creepiest birds ever. LOOK AT THE FUCKING THINGS. If you fail to notice the one on the left fucking SWALLOWING a rat, then you have the dude singing some satanic chant or something next to him, and then you have those two other fucking psychos synchronized to make you feel creeped the fuck out with their soulless dance of FUCKING DOOM.

I really am tempted to reblog this every time it’s on my dash. That description is one of the best things on the internet.

image

Yeahhhh, I want this on my blog again.

Hahahaha

(Source: tubaeric)

Stair Case

Stair Case

I Climb

The little stair cases in your eyes
Twisting me
Deeper into the rooms of your mind

Like walls filled with paintings
It is remarkable how much they resemble
A familiar place
Shouting colors in silent sound

Abstract directive
Resonates with in my core

Your essence like divine truths
So….Sowing
Planting an infinite garden

I wonder if the answers sway like branches
I can dream as I take a deep breath of the crisp cool Earth
The smell of sweet pine brushing across the rippling water
The deep scent of woods

The Trees
Creation of beauty

Left in a world of decay
From lack of truths

Demise and escape
When the only place I want to be
Is on your stair case

This is me

My hands are open
My arms are waving
The trees are laughing at me

When a women encourages his music career this is what he does…What love?

When a women encourages his music career this is what he does…
What love?