Are you caught in the past, or occupied in the future? One needs to exist in the present moment, become your personal teacher, for in this state of being you will learn something inherently deeper than the quiet understanding already grasped; one needs not their own preacher. [...]
The garden’s greenery embraces me, wonder seen, euphoria breathed, chest heaving, visions to believe in, bountiful Earth entities, flickering leaves, reaching twigs, encroaching branches, to my life, they have been given. [...]
A tirade inside flows with voluptuous sentiment from the lips of one blue in the face, feelings of entitlement, the inability to quieten down the torment, or seemingly distract oneself from something deep within, and dormant. Treasure not those memories, incorrectly saved, interpreted experiences disgust for another day, allow the truths to come forth, blatant, flooding like a river, still, discomfort at knowing that there was something awry, rest upon the windowsill, glance away at the wanton Moon. [...]
Bass throbs, soulful beings, sends hope forth, ecstasy springing, accumulative movements, dance, stomp, flow, singing, heavenly brightness, utterly amazing. Grinning, growing, flowing, feeding the memories with presence of mind growing, understanding not of false currencies, but true depth, the act of priceless self-knowledge. [...]
Visions beam, no visions blurred, enchanting be thy presence, welcome, my essence yours, entitled though the path once it might have seemed, bewilderment now as far as breath can be heaved. Pounding, irreverent, knocking at my door, ask permission? I insist you implore, wondering yet not at the soft curls upon my head, cascading down gentle curvatures, have I made my tired bed? [...]
Open up your heart, the chambers accentuate the echoing of you, as a work of art. Feel the rhythm, feel the pulse, from your head down to your tips of toes, meanwhile, strands of wisdom intertwine with visions of welcoming loving times recollected by a mind full of experiences, weaving like thoughtful caressing vines.
a tremulous tribute disarming intimacy so comfortable to let him in conversations about everything emotional closeness no need for physicality feel the heartbeats through our laughter ponder-patter irreverent chatter knowing that to him, my voice does matter. accepting our trysts of personal powers so far yet so close feel our united pulse warbling and smiling with ease the past doesn’t determine we playfully tease building a stronger bond through wonderful rapport knowing should I falter he’ll help me seize again these oars.
Being aware of the signs, the euphoria, the joy of the times, the expansive brightened colours as they present as my soul begins to delve. The natural high developed into true knowledge via life, nevermore shall I worry about contemplation, nor irreverent Strife! I’ll pluck from the heavens amongst the amalgamation, cloud patterns, an internal direction, cloud patterns, an internal direction flows as I breathe with my dreams, absorb their intent, my gorgeous search for the rest of them. [...]
Weeping willow reminds me of stormy challenges, of riotous heart poundings, of emotional damages. Weeping willow, fretting leaves, gives me a sense of hope, her bent back fingers laze, but within her, their pathway I know, like me, like you, as her, she represents such harmony within our souls [...]
Nothing to be depressed about, so positive, so joyous – so free, encumbered paths we could say but ecstatic I choose to be, it’s about which side to view and walk alongside Life, I could pinpoint, acknowledge, tiny points of strife, elaborate, with magnitude, some attitude filled with, rife, with annoyance, with irritation, or feelings of ‘discrimination’. [...]