"Life Is To Inspire & be Inspired..................."
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……………………….
The little stair cases in your eyes
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
Resonates with in my core
Your essence like divine truths
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
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
I regurgitate your abuse every time I have to perform
a domesticated Chore
what once was joyful love and respect
Is now the decay of a loving nurturing women
I can smell the rot of my heart
With every visual reminder that you abandoned me
left me to play house by myself
left me to teach your off spring that men don’t do these things
Your a heathen from hell sent to destroy and supress the light
your mission is murderous and in a sly mechanism you blend in
respected among your peers
admired for your ability to blend into the crowds
your a closet narcissist leaking out of the cracks in the door
to only ejaculate your ego and smear it all over your Coke Head Face
You reek of decay
And you have left me cleaning up the mess you left
Mending the organs of this shell that you have tried to destroy
The curse is broken
but I can still feel the sting
It is time to rebuild a fortress…
While there is no escape for me as I choose not your path of selfish ruin
I will remember the snares and snarls of your followers
the blatant rejection of your cohorts
evident of the fowl words you spew of me yet deny
they walk the walk and fumble in the same decay
blacked eyes of hollow spirit
numb to the source
posing as something to be given
when all they do is take
Open minded though closed to source
hypocritical ego trips collected like sour rain
delusions of grandeur
Revenge is not mine, but the denied
I will live again
with out your stench trailing among me
with out your decay and delusions
Gain the world, you belong to it…..
Pass me off to wallow in my misunderstandings
Allow me to fester into a state of numb void
because you love me
use me from time to time and with hold affections
keep me yerning so I am ready at your will
personal space for freedom spells
like warlocks and wizards dance
around the fires for thier next sacrifice to their
God of Pleasures
make sure you keep me hoping and waiting
so when your offer is well endowed like the wand of bliss
you choose to grant me a few wishes
a perfect time to pacify me before your next ritual
May your spells take you to the heights and drop you deeper
into the firey pit of hell
May your Lords pacify you before your eternal burning