Oh Brother…

On and on like a motor head:

Deep and peculiar- my incision did last, awake me oh brother, my heart has jumped again. Save me, oh brother, for in mt death- my heart is with you always


Fellow Fighters

Sun had bellied the cold wars

Let it commence again

Moon had taken over-

Rise all catapults!

Allies in the legion-

The tribes all lost ago-

Belly the enemies…

For they are our closest friend.

Hear my letter, Dear Soldier,

Come home and fight the bigger fight,

Our society has lost its whole.


I sit watching hesitantly, a room with an audience, rooms that hear voices- colors of the many; humans/people.

I urge to take the stand, but a hand holds my troubled heart back- a substitute narrator/ or/ the Pen Holder.

Who are they

Who are they to say I have no sword?!

My sword is my voice, air thought caught in a cyclone

I breathe

I think

Somewhere out there lies my truth-

Somewhere here lies the answer

A Taste of This Moment.

Within this world, I laid naked on a cool rock, smooth beneath my skin like white sand on my feet. My belly flooded with pondering thoughts, my eyes had filled with blue water, looking at him. 

One would start to think, how much of this poison will take me under? But gently forget as their lips taste that little bit of heaven. 

Music soars through my ears and gently caresses my heart. I cry with serenity that floods my insides out. I cry in fear if this is what it is to live. I cry with sometimes never knowing, but looking into his eyes, mirrors one thing; hope in love. 

Love is… life’s gift. And once someone learns, gives, and is given it, how could one let go of it?

With gentle awareness I awake

Slowly but surely, blooms have mistakes,

Crossing out the crashing tidal waves,

I push two steps forward, sometimes almost doubling back. 

Sharing words, 

Sharing lives,

Sharing complete outer-world vibes,

You bleed, I bleed; we all die, 

But a few actually have seen what life really is. 

Perfect Hemisphere

She was more drawn out to the belief of keeping a certain subject as broad as God in a blissful oblivion absent to thought. Nothing could be possibly known more, because it was only created. Every starting thing was made simple, yet structural. But with the branches of life and the seeds of time that dissolve through sand, we were made unique and erratic, all minds wishing upon the same desire but motioned out differently, that’s why life as a whole can be chaotic at times. We were meant to find the moments that would take our breath away, not live droned out to the dying pulse in our veins that weigh us down. It’s never possible to be the same as one, only carry the same traits and characteristics that grown on each other. It is only by the self of one that can connect like the half circle if the other self was in one. She wrote it down, trying to escape reality when she felt drowned in her thoughts, unable to word the worry or the drum that keeps beating her down. She writes to know herself and forgets often. Why does she lose thought often? It’s like the harder she concentrates more of the thought process will shaken. Maybe she’s been trying too much, maybe she has been trying too little- but she knows that isn’t what she thinks, that is what the ego mind wants her to think, all negative thoughts on the Self drains its energy, leaving the mind empty, and vulnerable to attacks, leading her astray from Self-fulfillment. The thoughts have been moving slower, as the concentration has been growing. It is only repetition that allows the mind and body to be accustomed to changes that is not yet mastered. It takes patience, and a whole lot of time. As one leads a life of light and self-enrichment, it’s only natural withinside to spread the knowledge of ones self growth and enlightened existence. There’s always effort that is put into every action, but within knowing your Self, it should be effortless.

Already There.

Struggling to find a balance yet the balance is nearing closer, like a consistent circle drawn; effortless, yet not all circles come out perfectly- there will never be an outside balance, because what is a want from the outside is a wish for the ego inside. Scolding the mind, scolding internally to not sway away from the perfect line; for we were perfectly made imperfectly. Losing thought often, losing the track of balance, but thankfully acknowledging that; the path grows less narrower everyday- for everyday is a positive experience drawn out differently in its own way. We were all born as what we are; spontaneous atoms- idealists looking for truths of the unknown- creating the not thought of.