You'll never understand and you'll never know how much I love you. I look at you and a thousand feelings pass through me and every single one is love. Why is it that I haven't gotten over you? My friends tell me it's just a phase, but I have a drawer dedicated to all the things you've told me. I listen to songs and try to imagine you and me together, but when? When is it going to happen? We're from two different planets. I'm a hopeless romantic and you're scared of commitment. Everyday I look up in to the sky and ask "Why? Why have you done this to me." I wake up thinking of you and fall asleep with your smile in my mind. I can't even look at you without wondering "Why?" why is it that we had to be so different? Why is it that you will never know my pain. You'll always be standing there with your perfect smile and never know what your doing to one guy. Your hurting him You're hurting him so much, he cries thinking of how much he loves you and yet you'll never know.
You'll never know. So keep on standing there with your perfect smile and don't even bother to understand how I feel because you'll never know.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
FAN
You used to write me these post that made me die for you. I didn't know what to say when I read them because they were so beautiful. You wrote about all the most beautiful things, . And I loved to read every single word. I would look at the lines and loops of your writing and I would feel comforted. In fact, I still do feel comforted when I read them. (and I do read them still.
You are filled with stars. When I look at you it's all I see. I still need you and I guess I've never actually stopped. You were my world. The songs you wrote and shared with me, I've always wondered if they were about me. There isn't enough lead or ink in this world to describe how I feel for you. Even the strongest vocabulary couldn't do it. The most beautiful words would not, could not compare to you and your light. You are everything to me.
You are filled with stars. When I look at you it's all I see. I still need you and I guess I've never actually stopped. You were my world. The songs you wrote and shared with me, I've always wondered if they were about me. There isn't enough lead or ink in this world to describe how I feel for you. Even the strongest vocabulary couldn't do it. The most beautiful words would not, could not compare to you and your light. You are everything to me.
LOVE: MAN DON'T GET MARRIED IN ORDER TO NOT HAVE SEX
Imagine yourself working for a bakery. You are a good baker and the boss initially hires you in at 500 dollars a week plus a loaf of bread a day to take home. He likes your work ethic and makes you an unofficial partner of sorts in the business.
You work hard, are a good employee and bring the shop some income. You are a part of the team and life is good. Then one day, after your first year or so, the boss says, "I need to cut back on the bread you take home, so you can only have one loaf every other day." Time goes on and a while later the boss says that he can only give you a loaf of bread to take home twice a week. "The bread, he says, "is a bonus and not an obligation on my part." Finally the boss says he can only give you a loaf a week and two years later he cuts that down to your birthday or the anniversary of the store opening. All the while you as the employee are continuing to work hard and make the boss money and are being a true team player.
One day the boss says to you, "I need to cut your salary by one hundred dollars a week." In addition, you are noticing that the boss is giving you the cold shoulder more and listening to your ideas for making the shop successful less. The boss is constantly on your ass about trivial stuff. You and the boss have a relationship that has gone to shit. But the boss keeps you around because he knows you are helping to make him and the business money. You know sales and profit have gone up since you started working there.
You are by this time getting miserable working there I imagine.
So, walking home from work one day, the owner of a different bakery stops you. He says, "Listen, I noticed you used to carry a loaf of bread home every day and now you don't. I want you to try my bread and see what you think, here's a free loaf. If you like it great, if you think you can help me make better bread, I will hire you on the spot. As a matter of fact, I will make you an equal partner and if we ever disagree we can split any profits we have made right down the middle. Your salary will be 600 dollars a week plus profit sharing. I have seen how your boss treats you and I think you deserve better. You are a great baker, I have seen you in action and people rave about your bread and skills. Oh, one more thing, you can take as much bread home as you like, whenever you like."
Do you really think you'd NOT take the other guy up on his offer?
All you people busting the chops on this one are failing to realize that his wife is cheating him as well. If she was having wild ass monkey sex and giving him head on a regular basis before they got married and right after he tied the knot and now all of a sudden has changed the deal without giving him an explanation, SHE is as big of a cheat as he is considering becoming. Men don't get married in order to NOT have sex. Men get married to have sex with the same woman for the rest of their lives.
For you idiots out there who will say it is her body and she doesn't "owe" him a blow job or he is not "entitled" to sex when he wants it, well, it is his dick and if she has a right to hold out because it is her body, he has a right to do what he wants to with HIS body and get "it" somewhere else.
You work hard, are a good employee and bring the shop some income. You are a part of the team and life is good. Then one day, after your first year or so, the boss says, "I need to cut back on the bread you take home, so you can only have one loaf every other day." Time goes on and a while later the boss says that he can only give you a loaf of bread to take home twice a week. "The bread, he says, "is a bonus and not an obligation on my part." Finally the boss says he can only give you a loaf a week and two years later he cuts that down to your birthday or the anniversary of the store opening. All the while you as the employee are continuing to work hard and make the boss money and are being a true team player.
One day the boss says to you, "I need to cut your salary by one hundred dollars a week." In addition, you are noticing that the boss is giving you the cold shoulder more and listening to your ideas for making the shop successful less. The boss is constantly on your ass about trivial stuff. You and the boss have a relationship that has gone to shit. But the boss keeps you around because he knows you are helping to make him and the business money. You know sales and profit have gone up since you started working there.
You are by this time getting miserable working there I imagine.
So, walking home from work one day, the owner of a different bakery stops you. He says, "Listen, I noticed you used to carry a loaf of bread home every day and now you don't. I want you to try my bread and see what you think, here's a free loaf. If you like it great, if you think you can help me make better bread, I will hire you on the spot. As a matter of fact, I will make you an equal partner and if we ever disagree we can split any profits we have made right down the middle. Your salary will be 600 dollars a week plus profit sharing. I have seen how your boss treats you and I think you deserve better. You are a great baker, I have seen you in action and people rave about your bread and skills. Oh, one more thing, you can take as much bread home as you like, whenever you like."
Do you really think you'd NOT take the other guy up on his offer?
All you people busting the chops on this one are failing to realize that his wife is cheating him as well. If she was having wild ass monkey sex and giving him head on a regular basis before they got married and right after he tied the knot and now all of a sudden has changed the deal without giving him an explanation, SHE is as big of a cheat as he is considering becoming. Men don't get married in order to NOT have sex. Men get married to have sex with the same woman for the rest of their lives.
For you idiots out there who will say it is her body and she doesn't "owe" him a blow job or he is not "entitled" to sex when he wants it, well, it is his dick and if she has a right to hold out because it is her body, he has a right to do what he wants to with HIS body and get "it" somewhere else.
LOVE LETTER
Is that you are the world to me.
Standing quietly on the top of the building with you as the countless of people and cars pass us by, drawing along with them kaleidoscopic lines composed of infinite colors, bringing to life this quiet night with the incomprehensible sounds of laughter and cries, melding together to become nothing more than a noise we have all become so familiar with, I quietly hold your hand. As the street lights illuminate the ground, and as all that tread upon the streets fade into nothing more than simple streaks and specks like the stars that float silently above us; I gaze upon your face as the cosmos light your eyes up the way civilization beneath us never could. And it is upon the top of this building we stand, where all that is around is are distant whispers, where your hair sashays gently to the wind, where we lie beneath the heavens.
Where I stand gingerly with you against all the world.
As we sit with our backs against each other, dangling our legs over the edges of the building, tempting both fate and faith together; the world slowly ceases to exist, with time crawling to a stop, and I hold on to you while we take a moment both to ponder of eternity and of what will be beautiful. The very basis of humanity pivots dangerously on the intangible aspects of anticipation and hope, on the relationship between what could be and what is, between the imaginary and the real; and all that is constantly being pursued is the bridging of this gap, to realize one's desires. As we constantly reach out for these unrealized possibilities, fear and apprehension gradually seeps into the picture for we then see the transience of our lives, that we are mere mortals with finite capacities to truly be what we yearn to be; yet sitting here with you beneath the gods, all that I shall hold on to are your hands, for all I see before us is eternity.
All I see before me is you.
The journey to what would be beautiful often begins with a leap of faith, requiring a suspension of reality and time; akin to the calm before a storm as the world around us hushes to a simple whisper and all that we can hear are our heart beats dancing slowly to every breath we take together. As we take the plunge into the dark together, illuminating only the immediate future, allowing us only to push forth and feel our way in this landscape of infinity, of wonders and of us; we stumble and fall while I hold on to you. Every step taken into what we cannot yet see often strikes apprehension in our hearts as we are left wondering if we are headed into the direction meant for us to take, as with every moment we push forth we fear of the mistakes we might make, we fear of ruining what could be wonderful. Yet as I stand here with you under the stars and above all that is human, all that I can say are these words and promises to calm your soul, and all that I shall do is hold on to you till the ends of time and space.
And it is before you that I shall forever stand.
As we tread forth into the darkness and gaze upon the countless stars above us, as we continue to make this more than what we can ever be, we take a moment once again to ponder of what would be, for it is no longer simple possibilities that we are faced with; but realities that we now approach together. The fleeting immortality of us mortals would come to a test as the very foundations of this world comes crashing down, as the stars collapse into stardust and as the suns scorch the barren earth; but as I stand here with you upon this world looking down on all of humanity, all that you must ever know and remember are the words I have said to you, the way I have held your hands.
All that you must know is that I stand here with you.
Following you into the dark.
Standing quietly on the top of the building with you as the countless of people and cars pass us by, drawing along with them kaleidoscopic lines composed of infinite colors, bringing to life this quiet night with the incomprehensible sounds of laughter and cries, melding together to become nothing more than a noise we have all become so familiar with, I quietly hold your hand. As the street lights illuminate the ground, and as all that tread upon the streets fade into nothing more than simple streaks and specks like the stars that float silently above us; I gaze upon your face as the cosmos light your eyes up the way civilization beneath us never could. And it is upon the top of this building we stand, where all that is around is are distant whispers, where your hair sashays gently to the wind, where we lie beneath the heavens.
Where I stand gingerly with you against all the world.
As we sit with our backs against each other, dangling our legs over the edges of the building, tempting both fate and faith together; the world slowly ceases to exist, with time crawling to a stop, and I hold on to you while we take a moment both to ponder of eternity and of what will be beautiful. The very basis of humanity pivots dangerously on the intangible aspects of anticipation and hope, on the relationship between what could be and what is, between the imaginary and the real; and all that is constantly being pursued is the bridging of this gap, to realize one's desires. As we constantly reach out for these unrealized possibilities, fear and apprehension gradually seeps into the picture for we then see the transience of our lives, that we are mere mortals with finite capacities to truly be what we yearn to be; yet sitting here with you beneath the gods, all that I shall hold on to are your hands, for all I see before us is eternity.
All I see before me is you.
The journey to what would be beautiful often begins with a leap of faith, requiring a suspension of reality and time; akin to the calm before a storm as the world around us hushes to a simple whisper and all that we can hear are our heart beats dancing slowly to every breath we take together. As we take the plunge into the dark together, illuminating only the immediate future, allowing us only to push forth and feel our way in this landscape of infinity, of wonders and of us; we stumble and fall while I hold on to you. Every step taken into what we cannot yet see often strikes apprehension in our hearts as we are left wondering if we are headed into the direction meant for us to take, as with every moment we push forth we fear of the mistakes we might make, we fear of ruining what could be wonderful. Yet as I stand here with you under the stars and above all that is human, all that I can say are these words and promises to calm your soul, and all that I shall do is hold on to you till the ends of time and space.
And it is before you that I shall forever stand.
As we tread forth into the darkness and gaze upon the countless stars above us, as we continue to make this more than what we can ever be, we take a moment once again to ponder of what would be, for it is no longer simple possibilities that we are faced with; but realities that we now approach together. The fleeting immortality of us mortals would come to a test as the very foundations of this world comes crashing down, as the stars collapse into stardust and as the suns scorch the barren earth; but as I stand here with you upon this world looking down on all of humanity, all that you must ever know and remember are the words I have said to you, the way I have held your hands.
All that you must know is that I stand here with you.
Following you into the dark.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LOVE LETTER
And I stay up to think of the beautiful possibilities.
Standing in the dark with you with only the stars and the moon illuminating us, all I see is your face, and with what little time I have I try to remember the way your lips move and how your eyes shine; I try to never forget your face. And as we thread upon the line between what is and will be, we close our eyes and dream of the beautiful little things that line our skies; of stardust and shooting stars, and like the moments we share they burn brightly in the night sky, only to eventually evaporate into simple memories. So upon these plains we walk as the gods and spirits look down from above us, the pale light showing us the way to the places we shall go, telling us stories of how we came together and tales of love and adoration; so upon this emptiness we walk as we close our eyes to forever remember this moment, to never let these precious moments disappear.
Holding your hands, I wonder when I shall see your face again.
All we shall ever be in this time and age, all we ever will become are simple vessels for memories and experiences, painful or beautiful, we are all products of the things we remember and forget; we are akin to a piece of literature, art, perhaps music, with not words, pictures or melodies but instead thoughts and impressions as our medium. The little things and events in life and time that we hold dear will perhaps last longer if we wrote them down and drew pretty pictures to accompany the words, yet the closest thing to these wonderful moments are within our imaginations, and maybe memories eventually fade and all we shall ever remember are the vague details of the time we have shared, but all we ever need to remember are the words we have said to each other, all that we must ever remember are the ways we looked each other in our eyes; for that is all that matters.
Saying words to tell you how important you shall ever be to me and quoting the people who I never had an opportunity to know in order to tell you how in love we shall ever be with each other, we lie with our backs on the grass as we gaze towards the constellations of Pisces and Sagittarius. We bask under the countless lights and embrace the silence as we listen to words that neither of us speak of, as we stay awake for moments more just to ponder of the beautiful possibilities; as we keep our eyes open just for a little while longer so these times shall be the last thing we will forget. And just for a few minutes, all that we shall ever be now and then remains eternally etched within our minds for us to see into and think about; and with your hands in mine, our fates intertwine and eventually become one, we become the alpha and the omega, we become immortals, we become infinite. So as the words we say and the thoughts we share meander around us and spiral quietly into our minds, we do all we can so they stay as memories, and we do more so they can become more than that.
As we and the stars along with their constellations eventually disappear into the light with the sun once again peeking into the night like it has done countless times before.I can see your face once again. Lying motionless of the wet grass and dew, the cold air around us once again reminds us that all that have been will never fade away into simple memories; for with every breath we take we come closer to the realization that for all that is worth, we are but dreamers and poets taking every opportunity to have our hopes become real, to have all that previously existed solely in the mind evolve to become more than mere imagination but for these memories to once again become the air we breathe and the skin we touch; to become all that we may ever be. So as I stand here once again, standing here before you, thinking of the memories I have of you and the dreams I had with you; I ponder of our legacies and how far we have finally come, and I walk, with your hands in mine, towards the real and the imaginary.
And this is how we all wake up to dream.
Standing in the dark with you with only the stars and the moon illuminating us, all I see is your face, and with what little time I have I try to remember the way your lips move and how your eyes shine; I try to never forget your face. And as we thread upon the line between what is and will be, we close our eyes and dream of the beautiful little things that line our skies; of stardust and shooting stars, and like the moments we share they burn brightly in the night sky, only to eventually evaporate into simple memories. So upon these plains we walk as the gods and spirits look down from above us, the pale light showing us the way to the places we shall go, telling us stories of how we came together and tales of love and adoration; so upon this emptiness we walk as we close our eyes to forever remember this moment, to never let these precious moments disappear.
Holding your hands, I wonder when I shall see your face again.
All we shall ever be in this time and age, all we ever will become are simple vessels for memories and experiences, painful or beautiful, we are all products of the things we remember and forget; we are akin to a piece of literature, art, perhaps music, with not words, pictures or melodies but instead thoughts and impressions as our medium. The little things and events in life and time that we hold dear will perhaps last longer if we wrote them down and drew pretty pictures to accompany the words, yet the closest thing to these wonderful moments are within our imaginations, and maybe memories eventually fade and all we shall ever remember are the vague details of the time we have shared, but all we ever need to remember are the words we have said to each other, all that we must ever remember are the ways we looked each other in our eyes; for that is all that matters.
Saying words to tell you how important you shall ever be to me and quoting the people who I never had an opportunity to know in order to tell you how in love we shall ever be with each other, we lie with our backs on the grass as we gaze towards the constellations of Pisces and Sagittarius. We bask under the countless lights and embrace the silence as we listen to words that neither of us speak of, as we stay awake for moments more just to ponder of the beautiful possibilities; as we keep our eyes open just for a little while longer so these times shall be the last thing we will forget. And just for a few minutes, all that we shall ever be now and then remains eternally etched within our minds for us to see into and think about; and with your hands in mine, our fates intertwine and eventually become one, we become the alpha and the omega, we become immortals, we become infinite. So as the words we say and the thoughts we share meander around us and spiral quietly into our minds, we do all we can so they stay as memories, and we do more so they can become more than that.
As we and the stars along with their constellations eventually disappear into the light with the sun once again peeking into the night like it has done countless times before.I can see your face once again. Lying motionless of the wet grass and dew, the cold air around us once again reminds us that all that have been will never fade away into simple memories; for with every breath we take we come closer to the realization that for all that is worth, we are but dreamers and poets taking every opportunity to have our hopes become real, to have all that previously existed solely in the mind evolve to become more than mere imagination but for these memories to once again become the air we breathe and the skin we touch; to become all that we may ever be. So as I stand here once again, standing here before you, thinking of the memories I have of you and the dreams I had with you; I ponder of our legacies and how far we have finally come, and I walk, with your hands in mine, towards the real and the imaginary.
And this is how we all wake up to dream.
POETRY: THE VERY THOUGH OF YOU USHERS MY BEING INTO A PLACE SO BEAUTIFUL
you’re repeatedly sending me kisses and i am
going to let them linger, barely touching my skin.
they’ll get impatient and i’ll tease them some more.
slowly moving my body away from them as to
make them follow. until they explode.
2
Precious angel who walks with earthly feet
Be unto all my Love be safe, be free
By the seed of our passion
May we come undone
As we rest in the presence
Of each others arms
Compare to thee a summers breeze
As mist passes slowly among the trees
By the light of the flame
Two hearts are one
Warmed by the candle
Cooled by the touch
Be still my heart
In your natural splendour
May my thoughts not betray me
As I surrender
With all that am
And all I can be
You are the land
And I am the sea
3
My mind is unrest my spirit yearns for that closeness
Only miles can close that gaping chasm that burdens my heart
Laying awake wishing your face was next to mine
Closing my eyes to see that I am consumed by your absence
Never before have I felt to rely on anything to put me at peace
But I have come to realize the more I love you the more I need you
Like the night sky needs stars like every mountain needs a peak
Like a heart needs a beat to sustain life so I need you to exist
Not the topical illustration known as___self
But much deeper where only the eyes of the soul can penetrate
That special place beneath the surface ordinarily concealed
Unscathed uncorrupted pure and sincere emotion
Spending the rest of my life with you is all that matters now
Its so amazing how not having you by my side brings new meaning
'Alone' has long been a word to describe my daily arrangements
It was the way I did things, Now it simply denotes me without you near
Its almost difficult to contain the swells of emotion that flood my mind
The very thought of you ushers my being into a place so beautiful
Tranquil and opulent splendor envelopes every fraction of my psyche
Addicted to your voice drunken by your touch I crave your high
4
How much can one person love another?
A universe exists in time and space,
Placed within the boundaries of one place,
Pressed into a point far from forever.
Yet love comes to us from some quite other,
Visiting our sorrow with its grace,
Answering our rage with its embrace,
Lending us the wisdom of its wonder.
Even as I say this, you are there,
Nestling in where need undoes the day,
Taking up your small infinity.
Inside my window, you are everywhere,
Nor could I tell how much such love might weigh,
Even were it salient as the sea.
5
I want to be the one you love
to be the one you desire
I want to be the one you cant get enough of
to be your flaming fire
I want to be the one you cant wait to see again
to be the you dont want to let go
I want to be the one you want more than before
to be the one you love from head to toe
I want to be your life
to just be your world
I want to be your heart
to be the one you call your girl
I want to be the only girl for you
to be your one and only
I want to be the light in your darkness
to be not like these others,so damn phoney
I want to be your soul mate
to be the one to make you feel good
I want to be the one to love you strong
to be a person like this,I could
6
We are like a comfortable pair of shoes
We walk together because that's what we choose
Together, we go through this life side by side
Down paths that are narrow and avenues wide
We're a match made in Heaven, it's easy to see
How I fit you, and how you fit me
It's all in the love that we, two, share
Together, forever, we're a perfect pair
7
A hammock
Swinging in a stream
Of a soothing summer breeze
The sun nurturing our skin with its
tender-loving glow
Your peaceful complexion
The sound of your dreaming
The touch of your hand
Is all that I need
An hour later
Im afraid to adjust
I won't be the one to wake you
From your precious slumber.
Mid-day heat pushes the breeze aside
Forcing my eyelids to surrender -
Though reluctant to interrupt
the pleasure
Of gazing at you.
A bead of sweat
No
A drop of cooling rain
Decends upon my brow
Thunder rumbles
Like a cats purr
In the distance
You face winces slightly
As you slowly open your eyes.
8
My love, you are my heart, my breath, my air
till the time of eons and eons that stowed before us
my undeniable love will forever bear the witness
that there shall never be another for me
whether here on earth on in the heavens
till pouring tears of joy and sorrow are matched
with deafening wails and blinding rays of light
your name will forever be the soothing sounds
of a whisper through my darkest time of abomination
to my finest hour of celebration
my love you are and forever will be
my heart, my breath... my air.
9
Grave,unbecoming,blasphemic!
to admonish the ways of the intended path,
Throwing caution to the winds
The saner voices cry hoarse.
And yet ,its the crossroads of sorts
of a lifetime deluded in search
Amidst a sea of thousand faces
known/unknown,
Often wondering,what it is
To take solace,in the other's eye
That does becalm,the mind's raging tempests.
Analyzing beyond the trysts of life
For the image of self in another
That elusive soulmate....
And it is with this knowledge
Dispelling all myths
That I walk toward a myriad sunsets and vanilla skies...
For in realizing that divine,unconditional,requited love
One shall find meaning in existence
Completing the whole ,the self that is I.
10
I walked along the shoreline
as the sun was rising,
The currents from the tide made
pools that swirled and pulled at
my legs as I walked thru them, I was
thinking of last evening and how I
remember your smile as we talked over
dinner, I don't know if told you, or if I ever
will. I think I fell in love with you, it may
have been so many things or just just
how you made me feel so warm, thankyou!
for the feelings I have this beautiful morning..
11
Having a simple thought ,
holding it deep inside,
never but a thought,
alone for me to hide.
Could she, or could she not love,
the thought was not of this.
The thought was much more simple.
What would it be like, her kiss?
Would her eyes be closed, so light,
as though in sleeping be?
Or would she hold them open,
and have a smile for me?
Could it hold a beating heart still,
forever lost in dream?
Or could it make the soul take flight,
or give life a new enchanting theme?
What are they, two quivering lips,
unassured in their own feel?
Or could they hold a timeless magic,
instantly, and forever real?
12
Kisses is more than love
if you havent knew
well now you do
Kisses is more than everything if you really think about it
is like kisses moves around never stay in one place but love just sit
love moves when its happy of a broken heart
but kisses stay everywhere and make everyone feel apart
it hurts to have a broken heart and never end up kisses
but kisses is more than love its everyones wishes
love we all cant never have
but kisses is something we all might had
going to let them linger, barely touching my skin.
they’ll get impatient and i’ll tease them some more.
slowly moving my body away from them as to
make them follow. until they explode.
2
Precious angel who walks with earthly feet
Be unto all my Love be safe, be free
By the seed of our passion
May we come undone
As we rest in the presence
Of each others arms
Compare to thee a summers breeze
As mist passes slowly among the trees
By the light of the flame
Two hearts are one
Warmed by the candle
Cooled by the touch
Be still my heart
In your natural splendour
May my thoughts not betray me
As I surrender
With all that am
And all I can be
You are the land
And I am the sea
3
My mind is unrest my spirit yearns for that closeness
Only miles can close that gaping chasm that burdens my heart
Laying awake wishing your face was next to mine
Closing my eyes to see that I am consumed by your absence
Never before have I felt to rely on anything to put me at peace
But I have come to realize the more I love you the more I need you
Like the night sky needs stars like every mountain needs a peak
Like a heart needs a beat to sustain life so I need you to exist
Not the topical illustration known as___self
But much deeper where only the eyes of the soul can penetrate
That special place beneath the surface ordinarily concealed
Unscathed uncorrupted pure and sincere emotion
Spending the rest of my life with you is all that matters now
Its so amazing how not having you by my side brings new meaning
'Alone' has long been a word to describe my daily arrangements
It was the way I did things, Now it simply denotes me without you near
Its almost difficult to contain the swells of emotion that flood my mind
The very thought of you ushers my being into a place so beautiful
Tranquil and opulent splendor envelopes every fraction of my psyche
Addicted to your voice drunken by your touch I crave your high
4
How much can one person love another?
A universe exists in time and space,
Placed within the boundaries of one place,
Pressed into a point far from forever.
Yet love comes to us from some quite other,
Visiting our sorrow with its grace,
Answering our rage with its embrace,
Lending us the wisdom of its wonder.
Even as I say this, you are there,
Nestling in where need undoes the day,
Taking up your small infinity.
Inside my window, you are everywhere,
Nor could I tell how much such love might weigh,
Even were it salient as the sea.
5
I want to be the one you love
to be the one you desire
I want to be the one you cant get enough of
to be your flaming fire
I want to be the one you cant wait to see again
to be the you dont want to let go
I want to be the one you want more than before
to be the one you love from head to toe
I want to be your life
to just be your world
I want to be your heart
to be the one you call your girl
I want to be the only girl for you
to be your one and only
I want to be the light in your darkness
to be not like these others,so damn phoney
I want to be your soul mate
to be the one to make you feel good
I want to be the one to love you strong
to be a person like this,I could
6
We are like a comfortable pair of shoes
We walk together because that's what we choose
Together, we go through this life side by side
Down paths that are narrow and avenues wide
We're a match made in Heaven, it's easy to see
How I fit you, and how you fit me
It's all in the love that we, two, share
Together, forever, we're a perfect pair
7
A hammock
Swinging in a stream
Of a soothing summer breeze
The sun nurturing our skin with its
tender-loving glow
Your peaceful complexion
The sound of your dreaming
The touch of your hand
Is all that I need
An hour later
Im afraid to adjust
I won't be the one to wake you
From your precious slumber.
Mid-day heat pushes the breeze aside
Forcing my eyelids to surrender -
Though reluctant to interrupt
the pleasure
Of gazing at you.
A bead of sweat
No
A drop of cooling rain
Decends upon my brow
Thunder rumbles
Like a cats purr
In the distance
You face winces slightly
As you slowly open your eyes.
8
My love, you are my heart, my breath, my air
till the time of eons and eons that stowed before us
my undeniable love will forever bear the witness
that there shall never be another for me
whether here on earth on in the heavens
till pouring tears of joy and sorrow are matched
with deafening wails and blinding rays of light
your name will forever be the soothing sounds
of a whisper through my darkest time of abomination
to my finest hour of celebration
my love you are and forever will be
my heart, my breath... my air.
9
Grave,unbecoming,blasphemic!
to admonish the ways of the intended path,
Throwing caution to the winds
The saner voices cry hoarse.
And yet ,its the crossroads of sorts
of a lifetime deluded in search
Amidst a sea of thousand faces
known/unknown,
Often wondering,what it is
To take solace,in the other's eye
That does becalm,the mind's raging tempests.
Analyzing beyond the trysts of life
For the image of self in another
That elusive soulmate....
And it is with this knowledge
Dispelling all myths
That I walk toward a myriad sunsets and vanilla skies...
For in realizing that divine,unconditional,requited love
One shall find meaning in existence
Completing the whole ,the self that is I.
10
I walked along the shoreline
as the sun was rising,
The currents from the tide made
pools that swirled and pulled at
my legs as I walked thru them, I was
thinking of last evening and how I
remember your smile as we talked over
dinner, I don't know if told you, or if I ever
will. I think I fell in love with you, it may
have been so many things or just just
how you made me feel so warm, thankyou!
for the feelings I have this beautiful morning..
11
Having a simple thought ,
holding it deep inside,
never but a thought,
alone for me to hide.
Could she, or could she not love,
the thought was not of this.
The thought was much more simple.
What would it be like, her kiss?
Would her eyes be closed, so light,
as though in sleeping be?
Or would she hold them open,
and have a smile for me?
Could it hold a beating heart still,
forever lost in dream?
Or could it make the soul take flight,
or give life a new enchanting theme?
What are they, two quivering lips,
unassured in their own feel?
Or could they hold a timeless magic,
instantly, and forever real?
12
Kisses is more than love
if you havent knew
well now you do
Kisses is more than everything if you really think about it
is like kisses moves around never stay in one place but love just sit
love moves when its happy of a broken heart
but kisses stay everywhere and make everyone feel apart
it hurts to have a broken heart and never end up kisses
but kisses is more than love its everyones wishes
love we all cant never have
but kisses is something we all might had
SPIRITUAL: JUST IMAGINE
Imagine, for a minute, if we all lived in a perfect world. Imagine if we got the house we wanted, the car we wanted and that money would just come into our possession whenever we wanted it.
Also imagine that we all got to do whatever it was we love to do for a living and that it would pay vast sums of money without any of us having to try really hard to get it.
Imagine we could also go anywhere we wanted and visit all the places of the world with ease.
Wouldn't that kind of world be great to live in?
Or would it.....
Think real hard about it for a minute. If we somehow got everything we ever wanted and everything happens to fall into place for you, what kind of life would that be?
In a perfect world, there would be no challenge, no sense of accomplishment and there would be no such thing as success. In a perfect world there would be no motivation to do anything, no sense of purpose in life, and there would be no sense of fun.
In short, life would be boring.
It's kind of like playing your favorite game where you always win or playing your favorite video game with cheat mode on. Sure it may be fun at first, but then after a while you'll start getting bored. Now imagine having to play this game every day. You'd get bored to tears after playing this game for several years (if not weeks, days or even hours).
In a perfect world, you'd run out of places to go, get tired of the cars you drive and you'll start struggling to think of things to do.
This is probably the reason why so many successful entrepreneurs who sell their businesses for many millions of dollars eventually find themselves back to work again.
These entrepreneurs started their businesses so that they could live in a perfect world and for a time, they enjoyed it, but in the end, they got bored and eventually went back to work (even though they didn't have to).
I am reminded of the movie The Matrix when Neo meets "The Architect". In the movie, "The Architect" tells Neo that the 1st version of the Matrix was created to be a perfect world - that it would give the people whatever they wanted. However, that first version of the Matrix ended in chaos as the people within it just couldn't accept it, which is something I believe would happen in the real world.
In the real world, our lives are full of obstacles, but we should consider these obstacles as things that make are lives more interesting. Consider these obstacles as challenges and it's totally up to you to overcome them. You will find that these challenges will often help you find your life's purpose.
Also imagine that we all got to do whatever it was we love to do for a living and that it would pay vast sums of money without any of us having to try really hard to get it.
Imagine we could also go anywhere we wanted and visit all the places of the world with ease.
Wouldn't that kind of world be great to live in?
Or would it.....
Think real hard about it for a minute. If we somehow got everything we ever wanted and everything happens to fall into place for you, what kind of life would that be?
In a perfect world, there would be no challenge, no sense of accomplishment and there would be no such thing as success. In a perfect world there would be no motivation to do anything, no sense of purpose in life, and there would be no sense of fun.
In short, life would be boring.
It's kind of like playing your favorite game where you always win or playing your favorite video game with cheat mode on. Sure it may be fun at first, but then after a while you'll start getting bored. Now imagine having to play this game every day. You'd get bored to tears after playing this game for several years (if not weeks, days or even hours).
In a perfect world, you'd run out of places to go, get tired of the cars you drive and you'll start struggling to think of things to do.
This is probably the reason why so many successful entrepreneurs who sell their businesses for many millions of dollars eventually find themselves back to work again.
These entrepreneurs started their businesses so that they could live in a perfect world and for a time, they enjoyed it, but in the end, they got bored and eventually went back to work (even though they didn't have to).
I am reminded of the movie The Matrix when Neo meets "The Architect". In the movie, "The Architect" tells Neo that the 1st version of the Matrix was created to be a perfect world - that it would give the people whatever they wanted. However, that first version of the Matrix ended in chaos as the people within it just couldn't accept it, which is something I believe would happen in the real world.
In the real world, our lives are full of obstacles, but we should consider these obstacles as things that make are lives more interesting. Consider these obstacles as challenges and it's totally up to you to overcome them. You will find that these challenges will often help you find your life's purpose.
SPIRITUAL: EVERY MOMENT CAN BE SPECIAL
In the sacredness of the silence great and wonderful things are done. One has not to move very far away from himself to realize that the very best thoughts he has ever had have remained for the most part unuttered. Man's greatest aspirations, his brightest dreams, his grandest hopes have been so deep in his heart-life, in his mind, and in the silent yearnings of his better nature that no words could utter them -- so sacred are they and so little understood.
In spite of all the great efforts that have been made to spread the truth, this silent power in our hearts, in our longings, in our unuttered prayers tells of even better things for humanity all the time, just as far as our motives are unselfish and impersonal. If every man today could have just the one living idea of his own essential divinity, of his everlasting, eternal life, of his being a part of deity's great family!
Nothing is lost. Consider everything that happens in our waking and in our sleeping, in our thinking and in our talking, and still more in our silences. Is it understood or even dreamed that one's most beautiful and helpful ideas come in the silence? Think of the glory and mystery of the beautiful flowers: in the early springtime we have little evidence that anything is waiting for us, and then almost in a day, from all parts of the earth, everywhere, come these beautiful messengers of silence. There is certainly a mystery about them. We cannot yet fully tell what the wonderful processes are that have brought these flowers to such perfection. We do not know how long ago the first seed of them was planted.
There is so much that we meet in our everyday lives that we cannot explain, that we do not understand. The reason is that we have removed ourselves so far away from our higher source of knowledge -- the better part of us, the nobler, aspiring, eternal part which is to be found only in the silence. The other part of us belongs in a sense only to the outer world, to the mortal man, to the one lifetime. But we shall live again and again!
Hug to your heart the idea that you are divine in essence. Believe that the best of yourself is to be found in the silence, when your soul is seeking recognition. Yet the soul of humanity is so lonely because men live so much on the outer plane and so little in the inner field of the aspirations and the hopes and the consciousness of their essential divinity.
We have been educated for ages to look outside of ourselves for help, so most people have tried to penetrate through the mysteries of life with the brain-mind alone and have never reached the Real, because they have depended upon external help instead of retiring into the silence of their deeper natures and feeling their own heart-throbs, so to speak, and challenging and questioning themselves. They do not reach it because struggling humanity has for ages been continually reminded of its mistakes, its weaknesses, its sins.
So men have had little time left for finding out who they are, where they come from, and whither they go. They have had little to satisfy their souls. There are some things that may satisfy a limited mind, the brain-mind, because that mind may be yet psychologized with the unrest of the age. It may mean well, but it does not know itself; consequently it does not aspire. But there are thousands and thousands in the world today who are seeking the light and the truth.
Considering prosperity and the poverty of our ideals, I shall speak of America in particular. We cannot help acknowledging that in the material sense America is prosperous, and as the country advances in its outward prosperity, so do the people to a degree. But they do not reach the deeper needs of their natures in this way, and what they do get through such prosperity is only for this one life, unless they are of the kind that believe there is more light and therefore long for, strive for, and work untiringly for more light. Such as these are moving in quite another direction than those entirely occupied with material prosperity. They have a superb trust because when one is absolutely conscious of his own essential divinity, the light breaks, the veil is lifted, and life has a new meaning.
In the great scheme of our spiritual evolution, it was intended that we should love one another in the truest sense -- be brothers, live in the spirit of brotherhood. If we so lived and had the knowledge of our own essential divinity, all the rest that our souls long for would come. But without this there is no way to solve the perplexing problems which confront us. It is intended in the great plan of the universe that man should know himself. The greatest writers, savants, scientists, even the world's geniuses, go just so far, and they cannot go beyond because they have not the wonderful key which is that man is divine in essence. They do not see beyond this life.
Conscious of man's essential divinity, and still more conscious of the love of the great central source of life, all the rest is cared for if we are doing our duty, if we are living according to the best knowledge we have, and especially if, going beyond that, we are ever seeking more knowledge. Do not look upon the idea of man's essential divinity and his eternal life as such a faraway ideal. Consider it more deeply, and then look out into nature and see what she will tell you. Then come back to the realm of deeper thought and face yourself with knowledge, with enlightenment, with larger trust, conscious of the power to overcome through this trust.
Know well that we are challenged by the divine laws of life. It is not intended that we should be disconsolate or think we are such wretched sinners. Such a belief has no place in the great scheme of eternal life, which is all love. Reach out into the atmosphere of love -- think of it, work for it, live for it, serve for it -- then you will find a touch of that peace that you forever crave.
Every human face tells its story in a different way because we have all grown up differently and in different environments. So take the idea of self-directed evolution in connection with the idea that man has within himself the inner knowledge of his essential divinity and is able to direct his destiny -- to make it strong, splendid, pure, and full of service, or otherwise.
It is remarkable that, in spite of all the grandeur and beauty of life, we allow ourselves -- not intentionally or understandingly, but ignorantly -- to drift into the vortex of the world's chaos, confusion, doubt, fear, restlessness, and despair. Yet every man is his own savior: he can curse his life or he can bless it. Until a man has the knowledge of his own essential divinity, he is not to be condemned for the mistakes he has made when looking outside for the light while it was within. But he is to blame if he continues doing so after he knows that there is another door open for him and that all he has to do is to enter in.
The stars and the light and the very atmosphere challenge every man, but first he must challenge himself. When we think along these lines we are out in a vast field of thought. We no longer suppose that this is the only world. We learn of the hundreds of other worlds and the hundreds of other planets. And then we might possibly have courage enough to believe that we have lived before and that some part of the knowledge that we have in our lives now, we have had before. But our lives are still unfinished because, if man is essentially divine, eternal, one wonders if a rational mind could conceive of man living only seventy-seven or one hundred years -- just one lifetime in which to solve this great riddle of eternity.
There is a great poverty of ideals in human life today: the best of them are unexpressed. What field does the world offer in order fully to live out our ideals? Where is the comradeship or the education that will take us out of our limitations into a larger view of life and a larger view of the majesty of the infinite laws and the glory of living? In very truth humanity is crying today for the peace that comes from living out our inner ideals. Even the unborn children are calling for it.
While, as I said, material prosperity belongs only to this one life, yet surely you do not think for a moment that I would not wish you prosperity. But to be so absorbed in material gain in the outer life as to imagine that that is all, or that it is going to bring you the peace that your hearts crave -- nay, it is only transitory. If this material prosperity is sustained by honest dealing and right conduct, it is a part of the scheme of life, but otherwise there is nothing to it. Better be out in the woods with no shelter than to be living as many are living today, gaining their prosperity at the expense of their suffering brothers.
I am more and more impressed with the poverty of our ideals today. I often ask myself, have we advanced? Has civilization reached a point where we can speak with pride of it as a glorious civilization? No, we cannot do it, because we must ever keep in mind those fellow human beings who are going downhill all the time, losing their way; those who have no faith, no love; those who have been overlooked and are drifting downwards. We must be doing something more than we have ever done, and we must do this very soon. We must raise the ideals of men to a higher standard. Too many people have their ideals for Sunday only and forget them the rest of the week.
Theosophy offers humanity a philosophy of life that is so optimistic that it brings to the realization of all the wonderful power of changing one's own life. Surely every man and woman in the world today can do better than they have done. The silent power that I spoke of is everywhere. You will not always see it under the name of theosophy: you will find it in the kingdom of nature, in the woods, in the stars as they speak their silent language to us, and in the silence of human hearts everywhere. And then your mind will go beyond into a grander vista of another world and more superb possibilities for all -- even for the very least of us.
The things you have lost or missed in this life that really belong to your souls can be yours because everyone has another chance -- always another chance! So let us work for the grander ideals and discourage anything and everything that leads to the extreme. Let us bring our boys and girls into a commonsense line of action -- a more quiet, more thoughtful way of living and growing. Pray let them not suffer from our poverty of ideals. And because these ideals are not tangible, do not imagine they are not real: they are the greatest reality of our existence.
There are of course very good men and women everywhere; but they are the exceptions. And when I refer to the poverty of our ideals, I am not referring to our beautiful buildings, our splendid school edifices, our great inventions, nor to the world's enormous wealth of material possessions. No, I am talking about our children, our boys and girls who walk our streets every day. Most of them are not going the right way, many of them are drifting the wrong way -- some rapidly, others slowly and insidiously. There is no real chance for them. Why? Because high ideals are not presented to them from Monday morning until Saturday night, as they should be. On the contrary, they have drummed into their ears, and they read in the newspapers and everywhere they turn, dollars, dollars! Now of course the dollar-and-cent question has its place, but our minds are made for something more. They are made to do grand thinking, to echo the thoughts of our higher natures. When the body dies, the brain-mind dies with it. What does go on forever is that eternal, spiritual part, the spiritual soul, the essential divinity.
The cry of the age is: More light, more light! We must therefore make truth so easy to understand that even the children can grasp it and grow in it and conquer and find the joy of living. Nowadays our boys and girls are not happy unless they are moving about, here, there, and everywhere. They think they must have the fever of excitement in their everyday lives. The restlessness of the youth is menacing. To change this condition, make your homes more attractive in the truest sense: illumine them with the light of real knowledge, bring them to a condition where your children will know that you have found the right way. Then you will begin to accentuate something new in your own souls that will reecho in your children and in all. Of course you must have your outward life and you must work for dollars and cents rationally. But you must divide your time and give to your souls, to your consciences, and to those you love a tribute of the gods, for such it proves to be when a man finds in this noisy world of ours that humanity is divine in essence and that nothing is lost in the great scheme of life. This gives a man a larger view, another view, and still another, which are not contradictory but are the result of his continuous growth, of his deep aspirations strengthened by his spiritual will.
One need not be surprised if he looks in the glass and finds that some of his wrinkles have gone out of his face, that his sorrow and despair have begun to vanish. He will begin to find in himself secrets of a divine love that warms his soul and enlightens his mind and enables him to give courage to others. Perhaps he will find in his own home new opportunities and ways of speaking more kindly and building more securely and more richly for the future through his knowledge of the everlasting life.
But we need not wait for another life. Every moment can be made so precious that ere long we shall have the evidence of true, splendid, royal ideals active in the world for our children, taking the place of all that distressed us yesterday. Then we shall find men and women growing more closely to the divine plan, more gloriously and splendidly for their fatherhood and motherhood and for the greater good of all humanity.
In spite of all the great efforts that have been made to spread the truth, this silent power in our hearts, in our longings, in our unuttered prayers tells of even better things for humanity all the time, just as far as our motives are unselfish and impersonal. If every man today could have just the one living idea of his own essential divinity, of his everlasting, eternal life, of his being a part of deity's great family!
Nothing is lost. Consider everything that happens in our waking and in our sleeping, in our thinking and in our talking, and still more in our silences. Is it understood or even dreamed that one's most beautiful and helpful ideas come in the silence? Think of the glory and mystery of the beautiful flowers: in the early springtime we have little evidence that anything is waiting for us, and then almost in a day, from all parts of the earth, everywhere, come these beautiful messengers of silence. There is certainly a mystery about them. We cannot yet fully tell what the wonderful processes are that have brought these flowers to such perfection. We do not know how long ago the first seed of them was planted.
There is so much that we meet in our everyday lives that we cannot explain, that we do not understand. The reason is that we have removed ourselves so far away from our higher source of knowledge -- the better part of us, the nobler, aspiring, eternal part which is to be found only in the silence. The other part of us belongs in a sense only to the outer world, to the mortal man, to the one lifetime. But we shall live again and again!
Hug to your heart the idea that you are divine in essence. Believe that the best of yourself is to be found in the silence, when your soul is seeking recognition. Yet the soul of humanity is so lonely because men live so much on the outer plane and so little in the inner field of the aspirations and the hopes and the consciousness of their essential divinity.
We have been educated for ages to look outside of ourselves for help, so most people have tried to penetrate through the mysteries of life with the brain-mind alone and have never reached the Real, because they have depended upon external help instead of retiring into the silence of their deeper natures and feeling their own heart-throbs, so to speak, and challenging and questioning themselves. They do not reach it because struggling humanity has for ages been continually reminded of its mistakes, its weaknesses, its sins.
So men have had little time left for finding out who they are, where they come from, and whither they go. They have had little to satisfy their souls. There are some things that may satisfy a limited mind, the brain-mind, because that mind may be yet psychologized with the unrest of the age. It may mean well, but it does not know itself; consequently it does not aspire. But there are thousands and thousands in the world today who are seeking the light and the truth.
Considering prosperity and the poverty of our ideals, I shall speak of America in particular. We cannot help acknowledging that in the material sense America is prosperous, and as the country advances in its outward prosperity, so do the people to a degree. But they do not reach the deeper needs of their natures in this way, and what they do get through such prosperity is only for this one life, unless they are of the kind that believe there is more light and therefore long for, strive for, and work untiringly for more light. Such as these are moving in quite another direction than those entirely occupied with material prosperity. They have a superb trust because when one is absolutely conscious of his own essential divinity, the light breaks, the veil is lifted, and life has a new meaning.
In the great scheme of our spiritual evolution, it was intended that we should love one another in the truest sense -- be brothers, live in the spirit of brotherhood. If we so lived and had the knowledge of our own essential divinity, all the rest that our souls long for would come. But without this there is no way to solve the perplexing problems which confront us. It is intended in the great plan of the universe that man should know himself. The greatest writers, savants, scientists, even the world's geniuses, go just so far, and they cannot go beyond because they have not the wonderful key which is that man is divine in essence. They do not see beyond this life.
Conscious of man's essential divinity, and still more conscious of the love of the great central source of life, all the rest is cared for if we are doing our duty, if we are living according to the best knowledge we have, and especially if, going beyond that, we are ever seeking more knowledge. Do not look upon the idea of man's essential divinity and his eternal life as such a faraway ideal. Consider it more deeply, and then look out into nature and see what she will tell you. Then come back to the realm of deeper thought and face yourself with knowledge, with enlightenment, with larger trust, conscious of the power to overcome through this trust.
Know well that we are challenged by the divine laws of life. It is not intended that we should be disconsolate or think we are such wretched sinners. Such a belief has no place in the great scheme of eternal life, which is all love. Reach out into the atmosphere of love -- think of it, work for it, live for it, serve for it -- then you will find a touch of that peace that you forever crave.
Every human face tells its story in a different way because we have all grown up differently and in different environments. So take the idea of self-directed evolution in connection with the idea that man has within himself the inner knowledge of his essential divinity and is able to direct his destiny -- to make it strong, splendid, pure, and full of service, or otherwise.
It is remarkable that, in spite of all the grandeur and beauty of life, we allow ourselves -- not intentionally or understandingly, but ignorantly -- to drift into the vortex of the world's chaos, confusion, doubt, fear, restlessness, and despair. Yet every man is his own savior: he can curse his life or he can bless it. Until a man has the knowledge of his own essential divinity, he is not to be condemned for the mistakes he has made when looking outside for the light while it was within. But he is to blame if he continues doing so after he knows that there is another door open for him and that all he has to do is to enter in.
The stars and the light and the very atmosphere challenge every man, but first he must challenge himself. When we think along these lines we are out in a vast field of thought. We no longer suppose that this is the only world. We learn of the hundreds of other worlds and the hundreds of other planets. And then we might possibly have courage enough to believe that we have lived before and that some part of the knowledge that we have in our lives now, we have had before. But our lives are still unfinished because, if man is essentially divine, eternal, one wonders if a rational mind could conceive of man living only seventy-seven or one hundred years -- just one lifetime in which to solve this great riddle of eternity.
There is a great poverty of ideals in human life today: the best of them are unexpressed. What field does the world offer in order fully to live out our ideals? Where is the comradeship or the education that will take us out of our limitations into a larger view of life and a larger view of the majesty of the infinite laws and the glory of living? In very truth humanity is crying today for the peace that comes from living out our inner ideals. Even the unborn children are calling for it.
While, as I said, material prosperity belongs only to this one life, yet surely you do not think for a moment that I would not wish you prosperity. But to be so absorbed in material gain in the outer life as to imagine that that is all, or that it is going to bring you the peace that your hearts crave -- nay, it is only transitory. If this material prosperity is sustained by honest dealing and right conduct, it is a part of the scheme of life, but otherwise there is nothing to it. Better be out in the woods with no shelter than to be living as many are living today, gaining their prosperity at the expense of their suffering brothers.
I am more and more impressed with the poverty of our ideals today. I often ask myself, have we advanced? Has civilization reached a point where we can speak with pride of it as a glorious civilization? No, we cannot do it, because we must ever keep in mind those fellow human beings who are going downhill all the time, losing their way; those who have no faith, no love; those who have been overlooked and are drifting downwards. We must be doing something more than we have ever done, and we must do this very soon. We must raise the ideals of men to a higher standard. Too many people have their ideals for Sunday only and forget them the rest of the week.
Theosophy offers humanity a philosophy of life that is so optimistic that it brings to the realization of all the wonderful power of changing one's own life. Surely every man and woman in the world today can do better than they have done. The silent power that I spoke of is everywhere. You will not always see it under the name of theosophy: you will find it in the kingdom of nature, in the woods, in the stars as they speak their silent language to us, and in the silence of human hearts everywhere. And then your mind will go beyond into a grander vista of another world and more superb possibilities for all -- even for the very least of us.
The things you have lost or missed in this life that really belong to your souls can be yours because everyone has another chance -- always another chance! So let us work for the grander ideals and discourage anything and everything that leads to the extreme. Let us bring our boys and girls into a commonsense line of action -- a more quiet, more thoughtful way of living and growing. Pray let them not suffer from our poverty of ideals. And because these ideals are not tangible, do not imagine they are not real: they are the greatest reality of our existence.
There are of course very good men and women everywhere; but they are the exceptions. And when I refer to the poverty of our ideals, I am not referring to our beautiful buildings, our splendid school edifices, our great inventions, nor to the world's enormous wealth of material possessions. No, I am talking about our children, our boys and girls who walk our streets every day. Most of them are not going the right way, many of them are drifting the wrong way -- some rapidly, others slowly and insidiously. There is no real chance for them. Why? Because high ideals are not presented to them from Monday morning until Saturday night, as they should be. On the contrary, they have drummed into their ears, and they read in the newspapers and everywhere they turn, dollars, dollars! Now of course the dollar-and-cent question has its place, but our minds are made for something more. They are made to do grand thinking, to echo the thoughts of our higher natures. When the body dies, the brain-mind dies with it. What does go on forever is that eternal, spiritual part, the spiritual soul, the essential divinity.
The cry of the age is: More light, more light! We must therefore make truth so easy to understand that even the children can grasp it and grow in it and conquer and find the joy of living. Nowadays our boys and girls are not happy unless they are moving about, here, there, and everywhere. They think they must have the fever of excitement in their everyday lives. The restlessness of the youth is menacing. To change this condition, make your homes more attractive in the truest sense: illumine them with the light of real knowledge, bring them to a condition where your children will know that you have found the right way. Then you will begin to accentuate something new in your own souls that will reecho in your children and in all. Of course you must have your outward life and you must work for dollars and cents rationally. But you must divide your time and give to your souls, to your consciences, and to those you love a tribute of the gods, for such it proves to be when a man finds in this noisy world of ours that humanity is divine in essence and that nothing is lost in the great scheme of life. This gives a man a larger view, another view, and still another, which are not contradictory but are the result of his continuous growth, of his deep aspirations strengthened by his spiritual will.
One need not be surprised if he looks in the glass and finds that some of his wrinkles have gone out of his face, that his sorrow and despair have begun to vanish. He will begin to find in himself secrets of a divine love that warms his soul and enlightens his mind and enables him to give courage to others. Perhaps he will find in his own home new opportunities and ways of speaking more kindly and building more securely and more richly for the future through his knowledge of the everlasting life.
But we need not wait for another life. Every moment can be made so precious that ere long we shall have the evidence of true, splendid, royal ideals active in the world for our children, taking the place of all that distressed us yesterday. Then we shall find men and women growing more closely to the divine plan, more gloriously and splendidly for their fatherhood and motherhood and for the greater good of all humanity.
SPIRITUAL: WHY BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO YOU
Why do bad things happen to good people? This is a question which, time and again, each of us asks and hears asked, and just as surely, a question over which each of us stumbles in trying to answer.
The problem is, there is no single, correct answer to this question. The right answer depends upon who's asking, and why. In a way, this question is like a Zen Koran the way we ask it, the way we address it, and the way we answer it, all tell us where we are in our awakening. In effect, this question takes our spiritual temperature. And yet, again like a koan, because of its extraordinary nature, our very wrestling with it can alter us. Perhaps, like many of the questions we come across along the spiritual path, this one is a sacred riddle and the best we can say for it is, it's an impossible question to answer, but an excellent question to ask.
if there appears to be no one else in your life, even if you see no one on your horizon, you are not alone. You are never alone. God knows who you are, God knows what's going on in your life, and God knows what's next. Your situation will heal, and you will be all right. It may take time, but you will be okay, because God is your Father, God is your Mother, and so it's in your Genes. Therefore, however awful the appearances, you have nothing to fear. For now, take refuge in prayer, and lots of it. If you do not know how to pray, then cry. Your Mother, who cannot help but respond to tears, will hear you.
As for the rest of us who are lucky enough at the moment to be free to consider this question dispassionately, let us make the following observation: First, when bad things occur to people within our reach, our immediate obligation is not to speculate about the nature of happenstance, but rather to respond with courage, and to go to those people, hold them closely, and let them weep. Their bad thing, whatever it is, is our bad thing, too, and if we fail to learn that from their experience, then beware, for the Teacher will almost certainly grant us an opportunity to learn it on our own. Also, until a scar begins to form over their wound, we must not add to their misery by bleating about the hows and the whys of it. No one who believes he or she is bleeding to death wants to hear a speech.
With that said, let's you and I take this opportunity to remind ourselves that, however distressing life may sometimes seem, nothing happens -- nothing can ever happen -- that is not ultimately in our best interest. Quite simply, that is the Nature of the Universe. To be sure, unhappy events almost never seem that way while they are occurring, and for some of us, they may never seem that way. But for most of us, if we can bring ourselves to look back quietly after the dust has settled, we discover that, while we would not want to live through it again, an event that may have frightened us so terribly has in fact improved us in some way. And the farther along the spiritual path we travel, the more evident -- the more immediately evident -- does that become to us. Thus, we come to recognize that just as we are seekers so our lives are classrooms, and therefore, while the lessons may not always be fun, they will always be good for us. In a word, we learn to trust the Universe, whatever the appearances.
The untimely death of a loved one is undoubtedly a bad thing, perhaps the quintessential bad thing. But for those who subscribe to the theory of , reincarnation perhaps it's not that simple. Thus, consider this scenario: You wake up one morning in heaven, and realize that in your life just completed, you were a cruelly insensitive person who responded coldly, even brutally, to others in torment. You recognize that, to restore balance, you must learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end of such pain, and so, to accomplish that lesson, you choose to suffer the loss of a loved one in your own next life. Wandering the gilded streets, you come across a fellow soul who informs you she too has a lesson left to learn, which, as luck would have it, happens to be what it is like to die in childhood. The two of you strike a divine covenant. Leaping back into time, you assume a personality and walk the earth again, where you give birth to a child who dies tragically in your arms of an incurable illness. Heartbroken, you are plunged into despair, suffering pain as you have never before experienced it. And thereby, thanks to you, your friend learns the lesson she needed to learn, and thanks to her, you are in the process of learning the lesson you needed to learn. Meanwhile, observing this tragic event, your new friends and family perceive that a very bad thing has happened to you, and they react accordingly. As for you, on the surface you are desperate and distraught, and so you need and welcome their consolation. But somewhere deeper, you are calmly aware, for there you know what is going on and why. The question is, How to get to that calm place?
Or Again
Let's say we know a man who works around-the-clock, six, sometimes even seven, days a week, rarely sees his wife and children, eats mostly fast food, and that quickly, and when he relaxes, he does so running, until finally, he suffers a near fatal heart attack. That, clearly, is a bad thing. But which part is the bad thing, the heart failure or the lifestyle?
Suppose further that his doctor tells him his body will never withstand another such episode, so he has got to change everything about his life. Scared straight, the fellow reintroduces himself to his family, quits his job, and together they move to the woods, where they enjoy a long, shared life. Obviously, a good thing. But if that is a good thing, isn't whatever led to it also a good thing? That is, would this fellow have resurrected his life if his heart had not failed? So, can we say the heart failure, and perhaps even the insane lifestyle, were a bad thing only until we saw what came out of them, and then they became a good thing? And yet, if that is the case, how long do we wait to decide? A year? Ten years? A lifetime? In which case, what is the point of having an opinion if we have to wait indefinitely to deliver it?
Wait, There's More
Now, just for the sake of discussion, let's suppose that, instead of going to the woods, our friend chooses to ignore his doctor's advice, not to mention his wife's tearful pleas, and resumes his old pattern; and a few months later, he drops dead at his desk. Would we then say the first heart failure was a good thing, because it was a warning, but the second one was a bad thing, because it killed him? Or would we say, the first heart failure was a bad thing, because at that point he did not know any better, but the second one was a good thing, because it served him right for disobeying his doctor, disappointing his wife, and abandoning common sense?
But even if we conclude it was a good thing for him, surely it was a bad thing for his wife, because now she is left alone. But if that is the case, does it mean that one person's good thing can be another person's bad thing? And, if so, does that mean that the difference between a good thing and a bad thing is purely subjective? According to whom?
... And More
Finally, let's suppose that after the emotional scar begins to form, and she starts to heal, this man's widow realizes and acknowledges that her husband's lifestyle was in part her lifestyle, too, if only by acquiescence, and so, in a way, they brought the bad thing on each other. So, while she knows she will miss her husband every day until she breathes her last breath, she stands up for herself for the first time in her life, pulls herself together, takes assertiveness training, and grows into a stronger, wiser, more mature, and generally better person. Thus, we might say, she crafts a good thing out of a bad thing, even if we might wish it had not needed to be at her husband's expense. And yet, come to that, who knows whether, if she had tried to make these much needed improvements on herself while he was still living, her husband might not have felt threatened by the impending change, reacted poorly, and forced her to back away from growth.
Put into those terms, the question now becomes, Which is the more bad thing: To have this hypothetical woman's husband die that she may become a widow, but as a result a new woman, or have him live that she may spend the rest of her life with him, but as a mouseburger? And if that is the question, who among us dares to answer it?
A Little Theory
The Buddha taught that suffering is an aspect of all life on earth, and that the only way to escape it is to eliminate its cause, which is desire. Accordingly, he prescribed a mode of life designed to achieve that end. Other Teachers have done, and continue to do, likewise. What they all come down to is learning to live rightly, which means learning to discipline the mind, which means controlling our thoughts. All of our actions, and all of our reactions to all of the events in our lives, take place first in our minds. It is there that, consciously or unconsciously, we decide whether or not we like what is going on, and we make that decision on the basis of our value system, which means, on what (and how) we think. So long as the mind is permitted to think about whatever it wants in whatever terms it wants, for as long as it wants, we will remain at its mercy; and sooner or later, we will suffer, because sooner or later the mind will come upon something it doesn't like, and we will pay the price.
Thus, part of the reason the Teachers remain unperturbed in the face of the very events that drive us through the roof is that their mind works for them, and not the other way around. That is, in those situations where our minds race every which way, generating one distressing thought after another, denying us a moment's peace or a night's sleep, wreaking havoc on our digestive process, and whittling away at our immune system, theirs sits quietly. Their mind is a servant; our minds are masters. Our minds are always thinking about something; never silent. Their mind is instructed to think when it's appropriate; otherwise, to keep still.
Who Wants To Know?
This is true because the Teachers know who they are; they have realized their True Nature. That's what a teacher is. And so, finally, no consideration of this question about bad things is complete without asking ourselves, Who's asking it? Who do we think is speaking when we ask ourselves, "Why do bad things happen to good people?" Our answer to that question has the power, on the one hand, to lock us into having to ask it over and over again, and on the other, to liberate us from it forever. For, once again, the indisputable fact is, if we believe ourselves to be a personality locked into a mortal body grasping for survival alongside billions of other personalities locked in similar mortal bodies, all of us buffeted hither and yon by forces beyond our control, then, no matter how high our walls or how deep our moats or how powerful our vaccines, there are always going to be bad things in store for us.
So, in the end, perhaps it is not that bad things happen to good people. Rather, it is that things happen. Period. And whether or not we perceive them as good or bad is determined not by what they are, but by who we think we are. Apples rot, roofs leak, pets die, spouses wander, children sicken, the stock market fluctuates, and hearts fail. At some point, every mortal, regardless of how good he or she may be, will encounter one or another of those eventualities. Therefore, you and I must decide, each for himself or herself, whether to remain in our current, tenuous position, dreadfully awaiting our turn, or to seize the opportunity resident in every moment, but perhaps especially in the agony of an unhappy moment, to reach skyward for the Truth of our Nature, to seek to remember Who We Are, and thereby to live free. The instant we make that choice, the Teacher will respond.
The problem is, there is no single, correct answer to this question. The right answer depends upon who's asking, and why. In a way, this question is like a Zen Koran the way we ask it, the way we address it, and the way we answer it, all tell us where we are in our awakening. In effect, this question takes our spiritual temperature. And yet, again like a koan, because of its extraordinary nature, our very wrestling with it can alter us. Perhaps, like many of the questions we come across along the spiritual path, this one is a sacred riddle and the best we can say for it is, it's an impossible question to answer, but an excellent question to ask.
if there appears to be no one else in your life, even if you see no one on your horizon, you are not alone. You are never alone. God knows who you are, God knows what's going on in your life, and God knows what's next. Your situation will heal, and you will be all right. It may take time, but you will be okay, because God is your Father, God is your Mother, and so it's in your Genes. Therefore, however awful the appearances, you have nothing to fear. For now, take refuge in prayer, and lots of it. If you do not know how to pray, then cry. Your Mother, who cannot help but respond to tears, will hear you.
As for the rest of us who are lucky enough at the moment to be free to consider this question dispassionately, let us make the following observation: First, when bad things occur to people within our reach, our immediate obligation is not to speculate about the nature of happenstance, but rather to respond with courage, and to go to those people, hold them closely, and let them weep. Their bad thing, whatever it is, is our bad thing, too, and if we fail to learn that from their experience, then beware, for the Teacher will almost certainly grant us an opportunity to learn it on our own. Also, until a scar begins to form over their wound, we must not add to their misery by bleating about the hows and the whys of it. No one who believes he or she is bleeding to death wants to hear a speech.
With that said, let's you and I take this opportunity to remind ourselves that, however distressing life may sometimes seem, nothing happens -- nothing can ever happen -- that is not ultimately in our best interest. Quite simply, that is the Nature of the Universe. To be sure, unhappy events almost never seem that way while they are occurring, and for some of us, they may never seem that way. But for most of us, if we can bring ourselves to look back quietly after the dust has settled, we discover that, while we would not want to live through it again, an event that may have frightened us so terribly has in fact improved us in some way. And the farther along the spiritual path we travel, the more evident -- the more immediately evident -- does that become to us. Thus, we come to recognize that just as we are seekers so our lives are classrooms, and therefore, while the lessons may not always be fun, they will always be good for us. In a word, we learn to trust the Universe, whatever the appearances.
The untimely death of a loved one is undoubtedly a bad thing, perhaps the quintessential bad thing. But for those who subscribe to the theory of , reincarnation perhaps it's not that simple. Thus, consider this scenario: You wake up one morning in heaven, and realize that in your life just completed, you were a cruelly insensitive person who responded coldly, even brutally, to others in torment. You recognize that, to restore balance, you must learn what it feels like to be on the receiving end of such pain, and so, to accomplish that lesson, you choose to suffer the loss of a loved one in your own next life. Wandering the gilded streets, you come across a fellow soul who informs you she too has a lesson left to learn, which, as luck would have it, happens to be what it is like to die in childhood. The two of you strike a divine covenant. Leaping back into time, you assume a personality and walk the earth again, where you give birth to a child who dies tragically in your arms of an incurable illness. Heartbroken, you are plunged into despair, suffering pain as you have never before experienced it. And thereby, thanks to you, your friend learns the lesson she needed to learn, and thanks to her, you are in the process of learning the lesson you needed to learn. Meanwhile, observing this tragic event, your new friends and family perceive that a very bad thing has happened to you, and they react accordingly. As for you, on the surface you are desperate and distraught, and so you need and welcome their consolation. But somewhere deeper, you are calmly aware, for there you know what is going on and why. The question is, How to get to that calm place?
Or Again
Let's say we know a man who works around-the-clock, six, sometimes even seven, days a week, rarely sees his wife and children, eats mostly fast food, and that quickly, and when he relaxes, he does so running, until finally, he suffers a near fatal heart attack. That, clearly, is a bad thing. But which part is the bad thing, the heart failure or the lifestyle?
Suppose further that his doctor tells him his body will never withstand another such episode, so he has got to change everything about his life. Scared straight, the fellow reintroduces himself to his family, quits his job, and together they move to the woods, where they enjoy a long, shared life. Obviously, a good thing. But if that is a good thing, isn't whatever led to it also a good thing? That is, would this fellow have resurrected his life if his heart had not failed? So, can we say the heart failure, and perhaps even the insane lifestyle, were a bad thing only until we saw what came out of them, and then they became a good thing? And yet, if that is the case, how long do we wait to decide? A year? Ten years? A lifetime? In which case, what is the point of having an opinion if we have to wait indefinitely to deliver it?
Wait, There's More
Now, just for the sake of discussion, let's suppose that, instead of going to the woods, our friend chooses to ignore his doctor's advice, not to mention his wife's tearful pleas, and resumes his old pattern; and a few months later, he drops dead at his desk. Would we then say the first heart failure was a good thing, because it was a warning, but the second one was a bad thing, because it killed him? Or would we say, the first heart failure was a bad thing, because at that point he did not know any better, but the second one was a good thing, because it served him right for disobeying his doctor, disappointing his wife, and abandoning common sense?
But even if we conclude it was a good thing for him, surely it was a bad thing for his wife, because now she is left alone. But if that is the case, does it mean that one person's good thing can be another person's bad thing? And, if so, does that mean that the difference between a good thing and a bad thing is purely subjective? According to whom?
... And More
Finally, let's suppose that after the emotional scar begins to form, and she starts to heal, this man's widow realizes and acknowledges that her husband's lifestyle was in part her lifestyle, too, if only by acquiescence, and so, in a way, they brought the bad thing on each other. So, while she knows she will miss her husband every day until she breathes her last breath, she stands up for herself for the first time in her life, pulls herself together, takes assertiveness training, and grows into a stronger, wiser, more mature, and generally better person. Thus, we might say, she crafts a good thing out of a bad thing, even if we might wish it had not needed to be at her husband's expense. And yet, come to that, who knows whether, if she had tried to make these much needed improvements on herself while he was still living, her husband might not have felt threatened by the impending change, reacted poorly, and forced her to back away from growth.
Put into those terms, the question now becomes, Which is the more bad thing: To have this hypothetical woman's husband die that she may become a widow, but as a result a new woman, or have him live that she may spend the rest of her life with him, but as a mouseburger? And if that is the question, who among us dares to answer it?
A Little Theory
The Buddha taught that suffering is an aspect of all life on earth, and that the only way to escape it is to eliminate its cause, which is desire. Accordingly, he prescribed a mode of life designed to achieve that end. Other Teachers have done, and continue to do, likewise. What they all come down to is learning to live rightly, which means learning to discipline the mind, which means controlling our thoughts. All of our actions, and all of our reactions to all of the events in our lives, take place first in our minds. It is there that, consciously or unconsciously, we decide whether or not we like what is going on, and we make that decision on the basis of our value system, which means, on what (and how) we think. So long as the mind is permitted to think about whatever it wants in whatever terms it wants, for as long as it wants, we will remain at its mercy; and sooner or later, we will suffer, because sooner or later the mind will come upon something it doesn't like, and we will pay the price.
Thus, part of the reason the Teachers remain unperturbed in the face of the very events that drive us through the roof is that their mind works for them, and not the other way around. That is, in those situations where our minds race every which way, generating one distressing thought after another, denying us a moment's peace or a night's sleep, wreaking havoc on our digestive process, and whittling away at our immune system, theirs sits quietly. Their mind is a servant; our minds are masters. Our minds are always thinking about something; never silent. Their mind is instructed to think when it's appropriate; otherwise, to keep still.
Who Wants To Know?
This is true because the Teachers know who they are; they have realized their True Nature. That's what a teacher is. And so, finally, no consideration of this question about bad things is complete without asking ourselves, Who's asking it? Who do we think is speaking when we ask ourselves, "Why do bad things happen to good people?" Our answer to that question has the power, on the one hand, to lock us into having to ask it over and over again, and on the other, to liberate us from it forever. For, once again, the indisputable fact is, if we believe ourselves to be a personality locked into a mortal body grasping for survival alongside billions of other personalities locked in similar mortal bodies, all of us buffeted hither and yon by forces beyond our control, then, no matter how high our walls or how deep our moats or how powerful our vaccines, there are always going to be bad things in store for us.
So, in the end, perhaps it is not that bad things happen to good people. Rather, it is that things happen. Period. And whether or not we perceive them as good or bad is determined not by what they are, but by who we think we are. Apples rot, roofs leak, pets die, spouses wander, children sicken, the stock market fluctuates, and hearts fail. At some point, every mortal, regardless of how good he or she may be, will encounter one or another of those eventualities. Therefore, you and I must decide, each for himself or herself, whether to remain in our current, tenuous position, dreadfully awaiting our turn, or to seize the opportunity resident in every moment, but perhaps especially in the agony of an unhappy moment, to reach skyward for the Truth of our Nature, to seek to remember Who We Are, and thereby to live free. The instant we make that choice, the Teacher will respond.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER/LETTER:
My dear your kisses are engraved upon my lips your name sketched in my heart, I can not avoid your love.
Everywhere I go your face haunts me, i feel your presence your breath hot and warm upon my neck my skin becomes radient and I become intoxicated! Your voice whispers to me undying words that I never forget, even after your gone your voice echoes through my mind like a eternal love song humming it's sweet refrain. Oh! my love, my eternal sunshine I will never be rid of you even if I wanted too, just how the moon pulls in the tide your lovely blue eyes entreat me and I cannot escape your love. I'am poisoned by each kiss, every touch, each undying word I'am forever yours my love, my eternal sunshine!
Everywhere I go your face haunts me, i feel your presence your breath hot and warm upon my neck my skin becomes radient and I become intoxicated! Your voice whispers to me undying words that I never forget, even after your gone your voice echoes through my mind like a eternal love song humming it's sweet refrain. Oh! my love, my eternal sunshine I will never be rid of you even if I wanted too, just how the moon pulls in the tide your lovely blue eyes entreat me and I cannot escape your love. I'am poisoned by each kiss, every touch, each undying word I'am forever yours my love, my eternal sunshine!
FAN
HOW CAN I TELL YOU WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME...BEARING YOUR SOUL TO SOMEONE IS THE MOST PROFOUND THING A PERSON CAN DO AND THE BRAVERY THAT IT TAKES TO DO SUCH A THING IS BEYOND REASON...I BELIEVE YOU ARE THE BRAVEST AND MOST HONEST MAN I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED IN MY LIFE AND I HAVE KNOW QUITE A FEW LOVELY MEN...EVERYTHING YOU SAY SPEAKS TO MY HEART AND I KNOW THAT WHAT YOU ARE SAYING IS TRUE AND REAL...WORDS I WANTED TO SAY FOR SO LONG...BUT HOW DO I EXPLAIN TO A WONDERFUL MAN THAT I WANT THE BEST FOR HIM ...THAT I LOVE HIM AND CAN GIVE HIM THE LOVE THAT HE NEEDS AND WANTS BUT AM NOT ALL THAT HE WANTS...I CAN STILL HAVE YOUR CHILDREN THOUGH IT WILL TAKE A LITTLE TIME AND EFFORT BUT I ALWAYS LOVED BEING PREGNANT IF IS A WONDERFULE FEELING TO GIVE YOUR LOVE THE GIFT OF LIFE..YOU ASKED FOR SOMEONE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR ESSENCE AND NOT BY PHYSICAL OR MATERISTIAL THINGS AND I AM THAT PERSON...I AM NOT A MANHATTAN DIVA OR BUSINESS PERSON THAT NEEDS TO BE VALIDATED BY WHAT IVE ACCOMPLISHED..MY BIGGEST GOAL IN LIFE IS TO FIND A MAN I CAN LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY LIKE I LOVE MY CHILDREN AND JUST BE THERE FOR HIM AND MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE SUPERMAN...ALL I WANT IS TO HAVE THE KIND OF LOVE THAT YOU WRITE ABOUT... I DON'T NEED VALIDATION...I JUST WANT TO SUPPORT AND LOVE A MAN THAT IS WORTHY OF MY TOTAL ATTENTION AND SPIRIT...BECAUSE I BELIEVE THAT I DESERVE THAT KIND OF LOVE THAT HAS ALLUDED ME FOR SO LONG...AND I WANT TO LISTEN TO SONGS AND FEEL LIKE I KNOW WHAT THE WORDS FEEL LIKE...WANT TO LOOK AT MOVIES AND BELIEVE I CAN HAVE THAT TYPE OF LOVE...ALL YOU HAVE SAID...ALL OF YOUR CHOICES ARE MY CHOICES AND I CONNECT WITH YOU BUT I AM JUST OLDER...CAN YOU GIVE IT A CHANCE...MY MOTHER DID NOT HAVE MY BROTHER UNTIL SHE WAS 46...i CAN STILL GIVE YOU A BABY AND ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD...I WANT TO GIVE UP EVERYTHING FOR YOU...BUT IF YOU JUST WANT TO FUCK ME ONCE THAT IS OKAY ALSO BECAUSE YOUR WORDS TO ME ARE BETTER THAN ANY BOOK IVE EVER READ AND I AM AN AVID READER...YOU WORDS SPEAK TO MY HEART...MY SOUL...AND IF WE CAN JUST CONNECT JUST ONCE THAT WOULD BE OKAY FOR ME AND MAYBE I CAN HELP YOU FIND THE ONE THAT MAKES YOUR HEART LEAP JUST TAKE MY HAND
FAN
I want to take you in my mouth and suck you speechless. I want to massage your cock with my mouth my tongue, place it between my tits, I want you to fuck me so hard I can feel you inside me for a week. I want to kiss you passionately, violently, lovingly. I want to spread my legs for you and shudder with orgasms. I want to kiss my cum off your face as you thrust your cock into me. I want you to lead the pace, I want you to tell me how I can please you. Almost Geisha like (but with the sex) I will swallow everything you put my way because the first time we are ever together I want you to remember and love me in some special way forever.
FAN
Reading your website again and again and I can't help but feel that you are telling my life...ever hear that song...anyway i am crying uncontrollably for all the hurt that you have felt as I have felt it too in many of the same ways...I wish I could take your in my arms like a little boy and make you feel like you are perfect and worth the world...how I wish I was born later so that you would want me...but I want so much more for you even though I could give you all my love you deserve to have all that you desire and I wish I could lead you to that and hold your hand...to be needed because you are loved and not loved because you are needed...lets step back in time and pretend are souls are one...lets give up all pretenses and find our true hearts...you have spoken to my inner being and I feel understood for the first time in my life...I want to make your world better...your dreams real...your life a world of love and desire....Olive juice...just say it and see what your mouth does and then you will know how i feel for you...although I have taken myself off the dating game because you have taught me that I deserve better and if being alone is what is meant for me than I can accept than and embrace it...I will still say hello to you everyday unless you tell me not to...I am there with you hoping you find your dream...wishing it was me...but still praying that you will find your happiness because you are worth it and anyone who can lay down their inner demons and commit to you will find a world full of wonder...have a beautiful night my love and i will think of you as all the stars above
LOVE: MEN....GET THE POWER BACK
there's a definite lack of respect in dating nowadays. People don't even care about their partners enough to treat them as they deserve to be treated. Gossip, ridiculously high expectations, and rejections by ignorance are only some of the examples in this area. Grandparents are always carrying on about how today's generation has such a lack of respect.
There are always exceptions to this rule, and I'm sure that there are many people who do have a great deal of respect for both their peers and their elders. Unfortunately, the majority, or at least the majority with the most influence, simply don't care.
Second, nobody is honest with themselves, let alone anyone else. Dating has turned into a torrent of backstabbing of which even Mark Burnett would be proud. Asking someone out is nearly impossible, because the gossip about it has already spread to a thousand people before you make the move. Then, when a rejection occurs (even if it's not rude), the rejector spreads rumors around to all his/her friends that cause them to completely ignore you, refusing to invite you to parties or even to initiate conversations with you. The biggest insult is that even if you asked point-blank, you'd still never get a truthful answer as to why such harm was directed towards you.
As if what occurs after a rejection isn't enough, people attempt to steal others' girl/boyfriends. One day, things are going well, and the next you find yourself wondering what happened to the relationship that was forming - that is, until you notice that person spending a lot of time with who you thought was your best friend. No explanation is offered, not even a "good-bye."
Third, people are not looking for someone who spends his or her time working to get ahead instead of getting flat-out drunk, who doesn't curse at or ignore his or her mate, and who actually makes time for whatever is occurring between them (whether it be a full-fledged relationship or just plain sex). They say they're looking for these things, but in reality, they're attracted to people with the attributes described above. "Confidence" is not the answer to the equation. Assuming they both possess the same level of "confidence," the above-described person would win every time over the "warm, caring, and intelligent" (wo)man that people claim is the ideal mate.
The list of problems goes on. You might be intrigued to hear that while the problems seem innumerable, I propose they can all be rectified with the simplest of solutions. There's no danger involved, nobody has to lead radical changes, and it doesn't involve an "impossible" fight against biology.
I simply propose for men to stop asking women out.
Not for the rest of your life, but for just a short time, say, a month. It's not impossible, and you won't have to do it as much after the month passes. While there are a few (rare) exceptions, the vast majority of women don't ask out men 50% of the time. Women do have the advantage in dating, and it's time to level the playing field. Sure, talk with women as friends, and if someone initiates a conversation with you, then definitely reciprocate. However, let the woman ask you out if she's interested, no matter how attractive she is to you.
Some women have never asked anyone out in their lives. It's no wonder why these women continually treat men like they're lower beings. If they had to put up with the rejections that most men do all the time, I guarantee that they would have more respect for men. Women would no longer put up with moving from guy to guy based on who was interested in her at the moment. And spreading gossip about potential romantic interests certainly isn't going to help one's prospects.
People need to realize that humans, for all their ancestry, are not monkeys or horses or rabbits. They're humans, who can think and act for themselves.
Men have so much more capacity in the dating arena than constantly looking for sex at all costs, if they would only exercise it. It's time to stop being prisoners to so-called "biology." Women have the same urges men do, and they should do half the work, not 10% or 20%.
There are a lot of "seduction communities" on the Internet that teach men how to "seduce" women. I don't know of any similar organization that teaches women how to impress men with the same fervor.
There's my proposal. I don't think it's hard to implement. Imagine if all the men even at one corporation or university decided to ban together. Laziness won't be a problem, becausenobody even has to do anything. It's time to change our distorted culture. All I'm suggesting is to promote equality. Is that such a bad thing?
There are always exceptions to this rule, and I'm sure that there are many people who do have a great deal of respect for both their peers and their elders. Unfortunately, the majority, or at least the majority with the most influence, simply don't care.
Second, nobody is honest with themselves, let alone anyone else. Dating has turned into a torrent of backstabbing of which even Mark Burnett would be proud. Asking someone out is nearly impossible, because the gossip about it has already spread to a thousand people before you make the move. Then, when a rejection occurs (even if it's not rude), the rejector spreads rumors around to all his/her friends that cause them to completely ignore you, refusing to invite you to parties or even to initiate conversations with you. The biggest insult is that even if you asked point-blank, you'd still never get a truthful answer as to why such harm was directed towards you.
As if what occurs after a rejection isn't enough, people attempt to steal others' girl/boyfriends. One day, things are going well, and the next you find yourself wondering what happened to the relationship that was forming - that is, until you notice that person spending a lot of time with who you thought was your best friend. No explanation is offered, not even a "good-bye."
Third, people are not looking for someone who spends his or her time working to get ahead instead of getting flat-out drunk, who doesn't curse at or ignore his or her mate, and who actually makes time for whatever is occurring between them (whether it be a full-fledged relationship or just plain sex). They say they're looking for these things, but in reality, they're attracted to people with the attributes described above. "Confidence" is not the answer to the equation. Assuming they both possess the same level of "confidence," the above-described person would win every time over the "warm, caring, and intelligent" (wo)man that people claim is the ideal mate.
The list of problems goes on. You might be intrigued to hear that while the problems seem innumerable, I propose they can all be rectified with the simplest of solutions. There's no danger involved, nobody has to lead radical changes, and it doesn't involve an "impossible" fight against biology.
I simply propose for men to stop asking women out.
Not for the rest of your life, but for just a short time, say, a month. It's not impossible, and you won't have to do it as much after the month passes. While there are a few (rare) exceptions, the vast majority of women don't ask out men 50% of the time. Women do have the advantage in dating, and it's time to level the playing field. Sure, talk with women as friends, and if someone initiates a conversation with you, then definitely reciprocate. However, let the woman ask you out if she's interested, no matter how attractive she is to you.
Some women have never asked anyone out in their lives. It's no wonder why these women continually treat men like they're lower beings. If they had to put up with the rejections that most men do all the time, I guarantee that they would have more respect for men. Women would no longer put up with moving from guy to guy based on who was interested in her at the moment. And spreading gossip about potential romantic interests certainly isn't going to help one's prospects.
People need to realize that humans, for all their ancestry, are not monkeys or horses or rabbits. They're humans, who can think and act for themselves.
Men have so much more capacity in the dating arena than constantly looking for sex at all costs, if they would only exercise it. It's time to stop being prisoners to so-called "biology." Women have the same urges men do, and they should do half the work, not 10% or 20%.
There are a lot of "seduction communities" on the Internet that teach men how to "seduce" women. I don't know of any similar organization that teaches women how to impress men with the same fervor.
There's my proposal. I don't think it's hard to implement. Imagine if all the men even at one corporation or university decided to ban together. Laziness won't be a problem, becausenobody even has to do anything. It's time to change our distorted culture. All I'm suggesting is to promote equality. Is that such a bad thing?
POETRY: TILL........
Grave,unbecoming,blasphemic!
to admonish the ways of the intended path,
Throwing caution to the winds
The saner voices cry hoarse.
And yet ,its the crossroads of sorts
of a lifetime deluded in search
Amidst a sea of thousand faces
known/unknown,
Often wondering,what it is
To take solace,in the other's eye
That does becalm,the mind's raging tempests.
Analyzing beyond the trysts of life
For the image of self in another
That elusive soulmate....
And it is with this knowledge
Dispelling all myths
That I walk toward a myriad sunsets and vanilla skies...
For in realizing that divine,unconditional,requited love
One shall find meaning in existence
Completing the whole ,the self that is I.
2
For all of my life, as long as i've known,
part of me always has felt so alone.
A hole in my heart, an ache in my chest,
something inside of me causing unrest.
Then suddenly one day, and out of the blue,
the dream that I dreamt started to come true.
The angel i'd prayed for, a friend for my soul,
the feelings I needed to make me feel whole.
Someone to laugh with, to cry with, to trust,
to walk with, to hold close, to sigh with, and just
to plain fall in love with, someone I can call
and know that they'll be there to give me their all.
I know I can't keep you, and call you my own,
that after I see you, you have to go home.
but you are still with me long into the day,
locked inside my heart, and that's where you will stay.
3
As if asleep, tonight I lay
Dreaming about what I might say
If you were lying here with me
Touching and kissing peacefully
I think I'd tell you just how much
I trust your heart and need your touch
How every day you make me smile
That every moment's been worthwhile
4
We met on a far far away holiday,
I took your hand and said all the things that I could say.
You looked into my eyes; your lip quivered and then you smiled.
And in that instant I then knew,
That out of all the world it was meant to be you.
5
I thought I'd give destiny a test.
A probability experiment.
I posted some poems
To see what the outcome would be.
One was shown, another wasn't
One dissapeared but made an appearance
During the most inopportune times.
I blame no one but destiny.
The poems have their own personality.
One said "no," one said "yes," the other said "maybe."
If I can't make up my own mind,
I thought I'd let destiny work it out.
Destiny was especially cruel.
She didn't seem to have a doubt.
The dice was rolled and she said "no."
Only a week after saying "yes."
"No" was hiding.
I thought she had vanished
As "maybe" did.
Have you ever tried to test destiny?
Do you like codes and riddles and games?
Do you read me like a puzzle to see what pieces fit?
So you can always know I'll be around?
You read my smiles, my sighs, my frowns.
You always knew just what to say.
How I wanted you to fall on your face one day.
And fumble a bit, fidget, lose your temper
And show me that I bring out some emotion in you.
Nothing would have won me over more than that.
Then I'd know that I had the power to make you feel something
And that I'll always own some piece of you
No matter how small.
But I guess it doesn't matter now.
And I guess destiny never really cared
That I wanted it to have a say
Cause I still can't say no.
I searched for clues so I could solve
The mystery of you.
But instead, I stumbled onto the world
Of other lovers
Also, obsessing, longing loving.
I thought there should be a reason why
You make me feel the way you do.
I laugh at myself now, like there would be
Some dark secret, some forboding clue.
When really, you're probably just like everyone else.
Except more beautiful.
At least to me.
6
my hand is yours if you hold it tight
it won't be gone until the night
it is too far for us to part
the sweet things live inside my heart
not know when i will see you again
my and is yours until the end
7
Tempered heat of my hearts desire
Wait for me upon this hour
Beside the seed of loves sacred flame
For you are the one my soul desires
To linger here for just one moment
Within your warmth of your loving embrace
The taste of your sweet lips
Rapture my darling
Beyond my thoughts there is only you
Heaven spent the light of loves
Innocent flames
Glistens within your eyes my love
The soulful sound of your heart beating
Soothes the soul, for the stars whisper
With the essence of your name
Cherished seed of my loving heart
No one could compare to you my love
Smother me, cover me, and captivate my soul
Be the one to make me whole
8
A voice filled with gentle strength
Reaches across countless miles
Teasing the ear
Taming the heart
Soothing the soul
With the promise and longing
Of a hand reaching to caress a breast
Lips meeting in sweet union
An embrace
After love's release
Continues to speak volumes
The goodbye comes
The miles stretch to endless fathoms
Out of reach by empty space
Yet only a heartbeat away
9
Her lips...
When it happened all air seemed
to disipate
If there were no walls nor floors
then what I was standing solid amongst
Two long seconds...
Like being taken for the first time
And in the spur of the moment I had in fact
finally losing a virginity long lost
For those lips that I had touched
merely pucntured my virginity...
Her lips...
Were my first true kiss
and left with a lust of a virgin no more.
10
A kiss can say so many things
Like
Hi, how are you and
I missed you so much or even
I love you
A kiss can and will almost never tell the truth
Sometimes it hides many lies
Like
I'm using you and
I did something so wrong that I'm gonna distract you with a kiss or
I'm cheating on you
A kiss is as sweet as a rose in the morning dew
It has a life as short as the wind
I hate the idea of kissing but
I love kissing her
Feeling her lips against mine
Tasting her tongue and becoming lost in her bliss
A kiss can do many things
Like
Let the other person know how deep your feelings go and
Telling someone how much you care or
Just a simple I like you
I'm in need of a kiss
And I wish I had him to hold me right now but
As long as I can still feel her kiss lingering
I know she's near, I know she loves me
I know she misses kissing me too
11
Love could set me free.
Though painful at first,
It could set me free.
An ache in my heart soothed.
A weight on my shoulders lifted.
Love could set me free.
Breathless Speechless
A river of tears flow down my cheeks
As luscious brown lips caress mine for the first time.
Love enters my mouth and fills me up.
Our souls intertwine for a moment in time.
Our eyes meet in the synchronicity of a beat
Of our hearts and minds
The moment I feel complete,
Love would have set me free.
12
A kiss is just a kiss
Till you find the one you love
A hug is just hug
Till it's someone you're thinking of
A dream is just a dream
Till you make it all come true
Love is just a word
Till its proven to you
to admonish the ways of the intended path,
Throwing caution to the winds
The saner voices cry hoarse.
And yet ,its the crossroads of sorts
of a lifetime deluded in search
Amidst a sea of thousand faces
known/unknown,
Often wondering,what it is
To take solace,in the other's eye
That does becalm,the mind's raging tempests.
Analyzing beyond the trysts of life
For the image of self in another
That elusive soulmate....
And it is with this knowledge
Dispelling all myths
That I walk toward a myriad sunsets and vanilla skies...
For in realizing that divine,unconditional,requited love
One shall find meaning in existence
Completing the whole ,the self that is I.
2
For all of my life, as long as i've known,
part of me always has felt so alone.
A hole in my heart, an ache in my chest,
something inside of me causing unrest.
Then suddenly one day, and out of the blue,
the dream that I dreamt started to come true.
The angel i'd prayed for, a friend for my soul,
the feelings I needed to make me feel whole.
Someone to laugh with, to cry with, to trust,
to walk with, to hold close, to sigh with, and just
to plain fall in love with, someone I can call
and know that they'll be there to give me their all.
I know I can't keep you, and call you my own,
that after I see you, you have to go home.
but you are still with me long into the day,
locked inside my heart, and that's where you will stay.
3
As if asleep, tonight I lay
Dreaming about what I might say
If you were lying here with me
Touching and kissing peacefully
I think I'd tell you just how much
I trust your heart and need your touch
How every day you make me smile
That every moment's been worthwhile
4
We met on a far far away holiday,
I took your hand and said all the things that I could say.
You looked into my eyes; your lip quivered and then you smiled.
And in that instant I then knew,
That out of all the world it was meant to be you.
5
I thought I'd give destiny a test.
A probability experiment.
I posted some poems
To see what the outcome would be.
One was shown, another wasn't
One dissapeared but made an appearance
During the most inopportune times.
I blame no one but destiny.
The poems have their own personality.
One said "no," one said "yes," the other said "maybe."
If I can't make up my own mind,
I thought I'd let destiny work it out.
Destiny was especially cruel.
She didn't seem to have a doubt.
The dice was rolled and she said "no."
Only a week after saying "yes."
"No" was hiding.
I thought she had vanished
As "maybe" did.
Have you ever tried to test destiny?
Do you like codes and riddles and games?
Do you read me like a puzzle to see what pieces fit?
So you can always know I'll be around?
You read my smiles, my sighs, my frowns.
You always knew just what to say.
How I wanted you to fall on your face one day.
And fumble a bit, fidget, lose your temper
And show me that I bring out some emotion in you.
Nothing would have won me over more than that.
Then I'd know that I had the power to make you feel something
And that I'll always own some piece of you
No matter how small.
But I guess it doesn't matter now.
And I guess destiny never really cared
That I wanted it to have a say
Cause I still can't say no.
I searched for clues so I could solve
The mystery of you.
But instead, I stumbled onto the world
Of other lovers
Also, obsessing, longing loving.
I thought there should be a reason why
You make me feel the way you do.
I laugh at myself now, like there would be
Some dark secret, some forboding clue.
When really, you're probably just like everyone else.
Except more beautiful.
At least to me.
6
my hand is yours if you hold it tight
it won't be gone until the night
it is too far for us to part
the sweet things live inside my heart
not know when i will see you again
my and is yours until the end
7
Tempered heat of my hearts desire
Wait for me upon this hour
Beside the seed of loves sacred flame
For you are the one my soul desires
To linger here for just one moment
Within your warmth of your loving embrace
The taste of your sweet lips
Rapture my darling
Beyond my thoughts there is only you
Heaven spent the light of loves
Innocent flames
Glistens within your eyes my love
The soulful sound of your heart beating
Soothes the soul, for the stars whisper
With the essence of your name
Cherished seed of my loving heart
No one could compare to you my love
Smother me, cover me, and captivate my soul
Be the one to make me whole
8
A voice filled with gentle strength
Reaches across countless miles
Teasing the ear
Taming the heart
Soothing the soul
With the promise and longing
Of a hand reaching to caress a breast
Lips meeting in sweet union
An embrace
After love's release
Continues to speak volumes
The goodbye comes
The miles stretch to endless fathoms
Out of reach by empty space
Yet only a heartbeat away
9
Her lips...
When it happened all air seemed
to disipate
If there were no walls nor floors
then what I was standing solid amongst
Two long seconds...
Like being taken for the first time
And in the spur of the moment I had in fact
finally losing a virginity long lost
For those lips that I had touched
merely pucntured my virginity...
Her lips...
Were my first true kiss
and left with a lust of a virgin no more.
10
A kiss can say so many things
Like
Hi, how are you and
I missed you so much or even
I love you
A kiss can and will almost never tell the truth
Sometimes it hides many lies
Like
I'm using you and
I did something so wrong that I'm gonna distract you with a kiss or
I'm cheating on you
A kiss is as sweet as a rose in the morning dew
It has a life as short as the wind
I hate the idea of kissing but
I love kissing her
Feeling her lips against mine
Tasting her tongue and becoming lost in her bliss
A kiss can do many things
Like
Let the other person know how deep your feelings go and
Telling someone how much you care or
Just a simple I like you
I'm in need of a kiss
And I wish I had him to hold me right now but
As long as I can still feel her kiss lingering
I know she's near, I know she loves me
I know she misses kissing me too
11
Love could set me free.
Though painful at first,
It could set me free.
An ache in my heart soothed.
A weight on my shoulders lifted.
Love could set me free.
Breathless Speechless
A river of tears flow down my cheeks
As luscious brown lips caress mine for the first time.
Love enters my mouth and fills me up.
Our souls intertwine for a moment in time.
Our eyes meet in the synchronicity of a beat
Of our hearts and minds
The moment I feel complete,
Love would have set me free.
12
A kiss is just a kiss
Till you find the one you love
A hug is just hug
Till it's someone you're thinking of
A dream is just a dream
Till you make it all come true
Love is just a word
Till its proven to you
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