Nothing else has ever brought out
the Earth in me.
Dance is just my melody
as your beat manifests inside of me.

Something more than life produces
the music in me
when you are what
surrounds what I see.

"Did you ever think it would come to this?"

Because I always knew there was something about you

I just never could resist.

<3

Blogger;
had I not indebted so much of my time into you from high school; I would not use you anymore. Why won't you even let me delete people I've followed from my dashboard? Why doesn't your un-follow option even work? Some of those people don't even use their blogs, why do you think I care about things they've written a plethora of years ago?

To make a long story short,
tumblr is much better than you.
Unfortunately you have better style options I also cannot part with.

You can't even connect my posts to facebook.
I guess your only function has become like a stylized diary for me.

Connection

Simpleness gives me

no itch to reminiscence
except in the dailiness
of which I live in bliss.

It gives me pleasure
to simply lay my head
upon this dancing bear
and conjure up the dreams
that naturally belong there.

Into a world of love,
I consistently stare.
When I dance, it's there.
When we speak, it's there.
When anyone holds on, it's there.
Even when we let go, its guidance is still there.
I wish I could show the whole world
what is right here, right here.

I love that my joy of writing has just led me to a dancing bear pipe,
though I'm not even really smoking right now,
you are mine regardless... <3

Just a thought.

There's so much beauty right here;
I feel no need to look to the yesteryear.

I feel sorrow
for ones who create
illusory, fanciful
notions of events
to get them through today's tomorrow.

To be truly
in awe of the now,
one doesn't look to ancient past
in order to take a bow.

Only ghosts re-live their pasts to feel proud.

Only those missing something
fill their voids with obsolete fiction
to make their present more re-assuring.

Spur of the Moment

There were many times in two seasons,

where we found ourselves underneath a sequence of spring into summer stars.
Each of these times, I found, you shook my heart.

My love had been boiling for many days, it could even be said many months, prior. But your heart wouldn't allow mine to utter the words that would bring my soul incomprehensibly higher. This particular evening, though, I couldn't and I wouldn't wait. Yet, I truly would not have been bothered to not hear it back because you can't force someone else to follow the path of your own feelings. I knew what I felt for you regardless of whether or not you were on the same plateau with your emotions and I was not going to let insecurity crush my sun-lit horizon. Only to my surprise, you didn't hesitate to fly with it. As a matter of fact, you grabbed my hand and led me into it. Into your world I was guided and instantly transfixed.

Although, our love for each other continues to grow and grow with each passing day. Although, each morning I wake up to your eyes and your voice, saying "Pretty", constantly resonates throughout my day. Although, every moment's movement with you refuels each of my veins, each of my joints, each one of my bones with the eagerness of our "first-times", my body still cannot wait to greet another season with you where our passion, desires, similarities, conversations, and dedication transpired.

I need to finish this and add the rest of the pictures when it's not 6 in the morning and my body doesn't ache from how much I jammed to meatPLanet hours agooooo...

I just love the fact that I've traveled;
by myself,
another world I've completely unraveled.

The most important thing
about life you can learn
is that finding your Self
should be your primary concern.

When we engage our natural intuition,
we can act out truth and morality
and finally be a societal motivation.


Once you let go of your insecurities
with both hands,
you guide your soul into a world
it finally comprehends.


If you keep your feet free from restrain
it's whole cultures, not just their dances,
you will gain.


In this life, you should encourage debate
but only in the absence of hate.

You can make a plethora of mistakes but
what counts is turning them into the shapes
to which you can better the future steps that you'll take.

But this is only a single philosophy,
you have to choose which bite to take
and which to taste.

Oh, reflection heed direction

Some times I just wonder
if you calculate
all the times I didn't tell you anything but the truth.
All along
I never steered you wrong
and really never meant you any harm.

Does it ache to know you partake
with the souls in this world
that boost hate?
And within their own "circle",
only communicate games?
Does it bother you to learn
that "best-friends" is only a term
they used to manipulate
the trust you thought they had earned?

Time doesn't make one friend faithful;
it's only actions that prove one is capable.

How complicated must it be
to figure out how one is fake?
How much energy must one drain
on friendships that deliberately cause
shame and utter back-stabbing pain?
And not a single tear of remorse
will they ever dare to entertain.

"The Master said,
'He who governs by his moral excellence

may be compared to the pole-star,
which abides in its place,
while all the stars bow towards it.' " -Confucius













Your love cascades in the simplest of ways.
It shades winter days with warm sunlit rays.

You're one soul in this world people can believe
when they see;
you present the person you actually be.

It will always be the way
your eyes synchronize with mine
~to tell my body~
what's exactly on my mind.

It will always be the way
*you whisper a touch *
over the borders of my body
as you seamlessly embody
*~the design of how you desire me~*.

Presently, it's how
your courtesy and your urgency
combine to compliment
the contours of my constancy.

How one man inspires me
to write such beautiful poetry;
mmm, I love you so <3

Growth

It takes losing your inhibitions
to slip into what you've been missin'.
It's your life you're supposed to
grab a hold of and listen.

Nature works as your guidance
if you take its light and shine it.

Love is always honest
so long as you honor it.

Respect is an avenue which relies on
your own self-view.

As humans, we have a gift;
it's called the art of being considerate.

In this world there would be no need for barriers
if we only understood
"everyone is their own life's story-tellers"*

How will you ever know what you can do
living a life-style that never
encourages you to move?

*This concept is from Ruiz's book "The Voice of Knowledge"

I love such random bouts of inspirational words

Your skin falls asleep
upon soft, soft sheets.
But what if, it's not you I dream of
this time? Rather it's sweet melodies of me...

I believe all my life
I was on a search
for someone to make
my life what it is all ready worth.

There's nothing outside of us
we don't all ready have within;
it's just these societal projections
we seem to want to always win.

These walls blinded my view
until I met the world outside you.
It's pointless to form such grand notions
when sitting in a box you have no plan to open.

And now I've seen what's within me,
without a single person that I knew;
so why don't you, too,
figure out what you can do;
what can you do?

So now I invite your soft skin back in
but no longer will it hold my fingers within
a past that has limited adrenaline.

I have enough visions
to last until your mind makes some decisions.
I can dream for me and I can dream for you
until your body acts upon what your soul can do;
the only way to ever locate the true you...

not done.

I am blown away by just
how much art surrounds us.

We are artists.
Life is the paint that starts us.
Love starts our souls as altruists.

Art is feeling your body painted on mine;
as we soar through an ocean of design.

Music is a dance that brings you to me;
no matter where you are,
our rhythm makes my feet free.

Writing transcends the distance;
and through it, I see our souls whispering
before they stop to listen.

The ocean leads me straight to a view
where I find you
and all the love we have grew.

Whatever happened to just getting high on life; naturally; without drugs? No one can tell me they never knew how; we were all children once without a care in the world loving the wonders of the world. Sober YET every day flying; tripping with our imagination, rolling with our compassion and love, feigning for adventure. Not needing a quick fix but rather craving a company of commitment. Friends weren’t people who encouraged us to destroy our bodies when we were five years old. And by the way, friends STILL AREN’T people who would encourage you to break your body down instead of building it up. So what happened?

How come so many people follow the crowd when we were always taught we should walk to the beat of our own drum? How come the fundamental rule of be respectful of yourself and others is quite lost in this society? We listened for years upon years upon years of teachers saying, “Always do your best.” Well, I have one question, is this really it? Is this your best? Because if it is, just between me and you, I think you’re doing your Self and all the “others” in the world a huge disservice. You have potential way beyond how many drugs can be put into your nose in one afternoon or how many drinks you can down before you are not responsible for your own actions anymore or how many pills can be swallowed or needles injected before you O.D. and are in critical condition.

I really am beginning to have a severe distaste for all drugs; even alcohol. Not that I didn’t have a distaste for them before I guess.

They’re unnecessary and no one seems to recognize that anymore. It’s a habit and all people care about. All the while they miss the natural highs all around them.

I think I just miss my boyfriend (well it’s not JUST that, I really do hate drugs). But he is the one person I can experience everything with, both of us being sober, and surpass insurmountably any sort of high a drug could give us. He knows nature, he is nature, and when we are together, experiencing certain things together, it connects me more to the world’s spirit than I can get to on my own.

Hmmm…

Taurino, please find your way to Dominican Republic por favor, muy rapido :)