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memo to self.
a starry night, accentuated by the outlines of the sea of stars, linked from one to another by a universal magnet, a magnet so strong that it projects a grid of perfection to an unsuspecting planet. a planet inflicted with pain and anguish, solids and liquids, pebbles and granite. a planet that resonates love and hate, unified and diverse, limited by a source that's infinite. and yet within nature's traffic, where oceans embrace land by way of shores, there seems to be so much more, so much in store. and as the tides retreat and the waves recede, it will unveil a truth that will concede, concede to all the beauty that this world holds. as it nurtures you, nurtures me, nurtures the sick, young, and old. we're left to guess and watch as the future unfolds. and as we stand watch as world trade centers burn, we're left with ashes and unwanted lessons to learn. how can the one who gave us free will, will not interefere but rather sit still? as many ponder this thought, they fail to see the answer in which they ought. and over this many have fought, wrestled with the idea of the divine creator, skeptical over what the first source has declared and brought. and yet it was all so easy, the answer was always in a place above, above our complex logic and reasoning, when all he wanted was to experience unconditional love. so he gave us free will, and stood there, standing still. eager to see if we shall return, even after all that has burned, eager to see the lessons we shall learn, even after all of the mistakes we've earned, eager to see us he yearns.
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| Innerspace.
a shift in consciousness
choosing to see nothing
in the middle of everything
where space is ignored
and material form adored
we live in a world that keeps score
detesting silence and stillness that bores
moved by the infinite need for more
feeling like there is no cure
polluted by minds impure
filled with thoughts obscure
in doubt, unsure
on how to rise above this plane
of consciousness insane
inflicted with the disease of disdain
we inflict upon each other
perilous amounts of pain
all for egoic gain
each other we've slain
blinded are those of the most religious
claiming to have hearts of the magnanimous
anchored by beliefs so absolute
unable to set sail, their positions resolute
intolerant of other views
continually seeking to subdue
coercing them into their own views
failing to see spirituality as a shoe
of different sizes for different feet
belonging to different legs of different people with different faces
hailing from different cultures and beautiful temples
seeking to walk towards the same place
towards the peace that we call innerspace
free of ego, free of self
free of thought, free of wealth
free of scarcity, free of health
free of suffering, free of excitement
was where the awakened one
found enlightenment.
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| i know it's been awhile, but atleast it's something....
i call this
paper thin.
on this cold concrete floor my fingers sift through strands of hair shifting
like sahara particles of sand falling through my hands eluding my grasp
slightly drifting
escaping my clasp
on the hard
cold floor
continuing to invoke strokes once more
you feel my fingers sifting
through your hair wading away despair as we become lost in eyes
and squares and circles that bounds my crush on your lips and contours
forming a shape of
beauty indescribable
elegance not easily palpable
understood nor probable but liberating and cordial plentiful and ample full of life that revives and inspires beyond belts of orion and hungers of lions so fierce that pierces and penetrates walls built by pain and agony undoing brick by brick changing the dynamics and physics of compassion recorded by lovers in doctrines that captures mutual feelings of love and respect in august when it's not always the warmest but consistently inconsistent with all your premonitions and expectations that you've come to know and distrust leaving it behind in dust exposing it to elements which protects from rust and currents of oceans and emotions that flow and disperse between our locked eyes and gaze as my leg grazes yours on this cold concrete floor that causes you to shiver away remnants of past memories undoing your body armor exposing the glamour of which resides and no longer hides the beauty within that causes my defense to be so paper thin. | | |
| OREOS.
you are the first day of winter, where heavenly white laced snowflakes wraps and wrestles with evergreen pine cones and their splinters, its weight overbearing but yet gentle on the soft fabric that keeps it from falling prey to gravity. so full of clarity, a sight to behold, your radiating personality and soul thoroughly convinces me to forget about the paralyzing windchills down my spine and the freezing cold. the feeling of being near you parallels that of the act of stepping outside with worn-out soles onto icy walkways and snow covered driveways, feeling the thrill of slipping, fear of falling, only to witness the beauty of white every where i look, purity as defined in textbooks. while on my graceful way to the ground, i managed to flash a smile, that same joyful look on my face the moment that i realized that i've lost something of significant value--my heart, only to find it again by chance at the local lost and found, with it in her possession, in her soft hold and hands, safe and sound. overwhelmed by her inner beauty, i innocently forget to ask for it back. you are the first day of december, when the kids in us feel the anticipation and love for christmas and the holidays. you are the adrenaline rush that i feel, when it's the last day to shop for gifts due to my own procrastination, a result of dreaming about you constantly. you are the sweetness on my lips, when we share a warm cup of hot cocoa along with oreo cookies and chocolate chips, sitting joined at the hips. you are the first day of my winter, when the electricity is out, and we are forced to fight the freezing cold, with nothing else but a warm blanket and your hold.
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