Remain

I travel out of my mind
and,
out of instinct I instantly
find yours.
My whole soul relaxes,
my bones bind to bliss,
and
I feel exactly who I miss.

I've got two decades

of premonition

within my application

of intuition.

But none of that experience stops
the heart's silent wishin'
for her love to find a witness
to blaze a fire they've both been missin'.

I'm requesting the words you keep on giving &

hoping for this world to make worth of all the spinning,

through all the demanding,

I'm still standing,

no matter what,

I grasp a love you keep on handing.

I am forced to command my instincts every instant
as our emotions continue to hold us from feeling distant.

constant consonate

We should learn to speak

ONLY

when we say promises we intend to keep.

It's our actions, I find amusin'

but our personalities,

I find a
muse in.

Im a creature aching for adventure;

you hold the heart my soul sent for.

You were wrong saying I could find more.

Let's find the love we used to send forth.

We wear our similarities

in every practicality.

It's as if you were created

just the opposite of me.

It's wild how the secrets of my mind

hide themselves underneath my smile;

yet one look from you

and they delicately unravel;

and into our breath they travel.

But as I collapse into our curves,

you touch my feelings in my nerves,

taste the boundaries we no longer observe;

as we create intensity we both deserve.

My body unwinds and it finds where it fits into your mind.

It's as if

your body,

sensitive and responding,

heard

my every unsaid

word.

You could listen for fidelity

if you would only let me.

*****

Honesty breeds purity

but it takes more than words

to lead you to believe.

*****

It's *YOUR* dreams *I* often see
and
*YOUR* arms that long to hold *ME*.

<3

flying by.

~simple syllables~
skip from your lips
your innocent, your gullible;
~a perfect little girl~

***
the world;
it whirls around,
tapping into
unforgettable sound,
it's all for you,
it's all for the smiles life can bring out in you.
make your every move
a moment

then sit back and
GLOW IN IT.
the years,

they change you,
try to overtake you.
the past tries
to remain present
and
you can't help
but to be tempted.

it's time for you to
miss,
reminisce,
and re-live.

One stumble
doesn't determine
your whole trip.

Time,
"it flies",
but the point is to
FEEL IT'S RIDE.
enjoy the way
love, life,
and time
tilts, dips, and glides

into the ocean of the sky.

We try to keep track of it as if we have some innate right.

Yet
Time is a figment of the imagination
we made up a long time ago
to ease Nature's journey and formation.

We lost sight of natural sensation,
equivocal vibrations
open to a human's instinctive interpretations.

So when time seems to

begin to disappear

you wish and pray
what you love and crave
remains forever near.
Interest ignites in inquiry,
searching your life, you roam,
"did I travel the road that will bring me home?"

Have my dreams
awakened and instead
become known?

Do I have to search
for a new place to dance
or

Am I in undisputable balance?.

There are colors in between innocence and sin.
Will we ever end what has began?

Your art; it brings me to life
as your eyes remind me of what's within my mind.
These words; their models of melody
that can't be sung without your soul.

I am your canvas.
Tatoo my image with your intentions;
maybe we'll provide the world with a few lessons.
The sun sets in my skin;
re-birth is golden
and only comes with significance.

My love is cascading
as your hands continue shaping
my features, my hair,
gentle caress of my eyelids;
into OUR soul, I stare.

The kindest scenes,
remain,
replaying themselves
inside my dreams.

Memory lives behind our closed eyelids
and as they lift,
they let remembrance flow.
Remembrance becomes
delicate, swift sustenance.
A source to make worth of all those storms.

Life, it flows,
gentle as the waters,
gentle as Winter's soft snows.

I long for you to embrace
what you've tried to let go.

You have the love long ago I chose;
this is all my mind continues to know.
As life, it continues to flow...

best friends is just another word
that becomes a silent cover.
i need you til i can find another
constancy that becomes my permanency;
we change within each instance.

this relation can only bring us so close
while we long for the companionships
that bring us to our ultimate goal;
we find the other half of our soul?
As if that makes any sense at all.

We cant be whole til we find our one and only?
But its our Selves that play the sole role
in whether or not we are in the midst of company.

Now, i see the pictures and i wonder
"where have you been?"
how did you enter my life,
leave,
Will you ever come again?
How did we find ourselves in the state that we are in.

I'm losing patience
as i cant see the point
in playing their games
if it means
i keep getting stripped
of every win i gain.

Were you staging your personality this entire time?
Or are you putting on an act now,
cause I don't know if I can tell anymore,
now that you don't even know which self you have to find.

whose hardships weigh more
is that a thought we even deserve to wonder?
man made hells
or hells we are born into;
hells that, under technicality, can't be helped.

i wish i didn't have to wake up
still expecting you to be here;
it's hard when most days
you're still no farther than near...

You should start to remember your disguises;
remember all those places you used to hide in?

Fantasy and Reality?
Which to write about when the truth is at stake...

You bring the tone,
I color it with definition.
I always knew you were
so much more than just temptation.

As your fingers touch the chords,
you speak the words
your heart just never could pour.

I could leap out of these sounds
pretend we're within each other's bounds.

*"love is my religion"

Is love embedded in your blood?
A blush of your cheeks and
my heart tends to create
the image I await.

My hands, they run throughout your hair
your body responds, fully aware;
it's missed the way I can't help but care
when for so long I never doubted if you would be there.

Touch, whispers, glances.
Your eyes are coming out to play;
you've found a way to let your heart say
the words your mind tries to push away;

Words, untraceable.
Your actions, indescribable.

I understand,
even in absence,
how much you want me to stay.

We never belong to each other
but, over and over,
the moments are destined to call us together.
They show us we fit aside one another;
like a puzzle,
until our colors collide,
and we're ours, not mine,
completing each other over and over.

I feel like Summer was yesterday,
and if I give into these smiles you sway my way,
the dreams you make me taste,
noticing love is only temporarily misplaced.
I'll feel Spring's wonders in my hair
and the Winter will pass with warmth in the air...


*Ziggy Marley, listen to it.

D on't R emember (yo) U r dis G uise S

Another soul, another soul
that never got the chance to grow.

When will we learn,
when will we KNOW
what we see
as fun,
as an escape,
to ease,
forget,
or erase
the pain;
we try to maximize the pleasure
though it only lasts for so many hours;
IT'S JUST NOT THE ANSWER.

We place a ticking bomb into our bodies,
detonate it,
and then

expect it not to explode.
All the while,
we willingly put our own minds into a mental confinery.
That's not the way

our minds are supposed to be FREE.

And I wonder:
just how much of my own brain and life have I severed?
Just how much of yours
DO YOU STILL NEED TO??
in order to give your life a thrill

that you can measure.

Will we,
CAN WE,
EVER set aside the INSANE
and let LIFE,
INSTEAD OF STRIFE,
flow through our veins for a change?
Will we ever get through the pain enough to realize
*LIFE IS A GAIN

INSTEAD OF A GAME?*
Or has the world completely lost its aim?
The events keep happening
and although

we claim

we're screaming
"CHANGE",
we walk around,

everyday,

JUST THE SAME.

It's not "the thought that counts"
if you never

***follow through with what you set out to do.***
And when you ACTUALLY TRY
you might BE SURPRISED
that your mind wasn't just speaking another lie.

Memories,
HONEST LIVING,
will melt like snow when we refuse to

let go of our

addictions, insecurities,
COMFORT ZONES WE WERE

DESTINED TO OUTGROW.
Learn to dwell and be alive in the natural beauty of life's show.
Grow, growing, growth

only comes from

learning and then letting go.

Let go before it let's you go;
Winter never glows forever
because Spring comes to melt her snow;
she knows

there is a time for
LETTING GO
and a time for
LETTING LIFE GROW:

"There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to BE BORN and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to TEAR DOWN and a time TO BUILD,
a time to WEEP and a time to LAUGH,
a time to MOURN and a time to DANCE,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to EMBRACE and a time to REFRAIN,
a time to SEARCH and a time to GIVE UP,
a time to KEEP and a time to THROW AWAY,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
A TIME TO LOVE & A TIME TO HATE,
A TIME FOR WAR & A TIME FOR PEACE."

(Ecclesiastes 3:1-8)

It's not recreation if it's a daily obsession;
you don't have a hold of it if you still long to do it;
there's no stopping if it's all ready once overpowered.

Doing it once drains into doing it now and tomorrow;

then you realize you're doing it forever.

The answer has to be NEVER.

Does it matter if it's a stranger?
Your own mother
your own father,
a brother, sister
a lover,
a friend
or a follower?
It's still a life that went unlived.
It's still a person that

had every potential to give.
We attach meanings to one another
because we play significant roles
created by the labels we perform.
But your life is just as

valuable as the next person's.
And just because it wasn't
YOUR friend,
father,
sister,
lover,
or brother,
doesn't mean it wasn't SOMEONE'S
and

doesn't mean it COULDN'T HAVE BEEN...

There must be a time for being foolish
but only if you learn that,
in time,
you have to become clever...

I want to know you
and
I want to know you BEFORE
you have the opportunity

to let something unnatural

change the real, natural you.
I believe in you as you should believe in your own true Self, too.
Never let that innocent childlike self go
for the "thrills" you MIGHT find in this world.
It's not worth it;
nothing is worth more than your soul or your Self.




R.I.P.
Steve Salvador.
Kevin Campbell.
the friends that STILL choose to walk that path.
and all the strangers I never even got to know
who never even got to know their true selves
without the drugs this world created to sell.

Our souls are worth more than materialistic money you stick into your bank accounts.
Our lives are priceless,
PRECIOUS
and people should
see,
understand,
and EMBRACE that before it's too late.

is there something being born?

~~~~~

i feel EvErY inch of my skin;

without sin,

ELECTRIFIED:

this time i am wise.

~~~~~

interpretations make relations

different degrees of divine.

~~~~~

do YOU devour divinity?

OR

reminisce in the ways it exists.

~~~~~

~~~~~

i recognize it's a simple sensation

i crave;

an appreciation;

i await.

~~~~~

******

Reciprocal,

emotional,

logical.

Embrace & create.

******

~~*~~

the sensation everyone needs

but are too afraid to name.

~~*~~

~~~~~

simplicity

in every way it has

complexities.

but inability?

is utterly lost on me.

~~~~~

~~~~~

let your eyes

find

four letters,

a script of your fingers,

a word

your heart often denys

in order to set it more easily aside.

~~~~~

*~*~*~*

life can only live

if there is lovin'.

*~*~*~*

~~~~~

So tell me,

do you long to live?

because

you can't release a feeling that was born free;

it's only yours to GIVE.

~~~~~

Remember the Future.

I write so that I can remember;

so that I can ignite a summer ember
in the frozen snow of December.

I write so I can erupt

the thoughts that don't disrupt

until my creativity comes to corrupt.

Using words to
move you,
trouble you,
inspire you;
I don't care as long as SOMETHING reaches you.

If you think my words shoot right at you;
RETRACT.
Take some steps back.
Slip into your subconscious,
let your insecurities FLOW
& then
LET GO.

Everyone

I've ever met

can find a piece of themselves

in the letters and words that

I've built.

They're not aimed at
one single person or a single action.
They're more encompassing of a broader audience;
arrows aimed at Every One's
actions or inactions,
hypocritical tendencies
and
misconceptions.

Mistakes within our pasts,
potential mistakes that wait for
US.
These words are within me
as much as they are within you
but we have no choice,
we have to speculate
before we have to pull through.

So trace these words and let them
hurt,
heal,
help.
Justify them with recognition
and change what you hoped was intuition.

Wishes won't come true from the simple act of wishing.

You should

always be listening

to the reasoning

your mind tries to blind your ears

from hearing.

(for once, believe it)

You can always switch what your wishing for;

make it a request

the rest of the world

just can't

ignore...

Nor can reflection just be stolen
because it's SHOWING
the opposite of growing.

These words are graffiti

and screaming an entreaty.

When all is said and all is done,

they'll build a tapestry

towards collective progression.

nonchalant

I'm leaving what has been left.

Make sure you find your Self inside your soul,
your wisdom is rehearsed, not known.

steps

You can't use love interchangeably

for a craving satisfied consciously.

~*~*~

*~*~*

The meanings of words won't

surface just because we say them.

We have to SING them & MEAN THEM

like our life is a happening hymn.

Actions make statements seem dim

as someone keeps track of our sin.

first encounters

i wish i could meet you for the first time,

infinitely over.

lock us into those features of forever

feeling as if

we just received the key to that treasure.

our faults,

nonexistant,

mistakes we'd never have to measure.

*****

life is always

RIGHT

inside a dream

because we

were as perfect as i see...

*****

paint my perceptions

into initial innocence again

naive,

in the beginning,

is your very best-friend.

~~*~~

"you're unreal and ideal"

and I'd mean it

like

it never left me...

~~*~~