When we preserve love in our hearts,
keeping our dreams with us during waking hours
seems not only effortless,
but neccessary.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Those Noble Politicians
True; there are undeniably
some very clever people involved in politics.
Unfortunately a lack of forsight, integrity and wisdom
often nullifies this blessing of intelligence.
Not such a profitable trade off from where I sit.
some very clever people involved in politics.
Unfortunately a lack of forsight, integrity and wisdom
often nullifies this blessing of intelligence.
Not such a profitable trade off from where I sit.
The Sublime Contradiction within the Lunacy of Love
It occurs to me that I would likely have more success attempting to balance a piano upon the head of a pin than struggling to reconcile dominion over my dreams.
the contestants? my Mind and Heart.
My heart transcribes the subtitles to an epic documentary; of my pursuit of love
it does so with melting pastels, employing colours there are no words to describe.
My mind is certainly capable of invoking the same sort of nefarious wisdom that my ancestors consulted the 'Green Faerie' to partake of.
A kaleidoscope of candy kisses serve as the lyrical highlights of my career in romance and seduction to date.
Indeed, at times my methods as dubious as some of my mistresses.
It has been said that many of this planet's most sought after maidens will not tolerate 'head games'.
Hmmm. I find this interesting.
What of Tibetan monks, in this vein?
These uniquely disciplined souls devote a great many hours to meditation..
a significantly cerebral activity...or 'head game' if you rather.
Are there any games that are acceptable within this ludacris 'adult world'?
Am I the snake?
Am I the ladder?
I suppose Cupid must be ajudicator in this very serious and adult human project known as love.
Do you suppose the amorous cherub has sentenced me
to some sort of ethereal penalty box for 'non-romantic' conduct?
The fragrance of one thousand kisses seal my fate and cast my hunger into a state of frenzied permanence.
the contestants? my Mind and Heart.
My heart transcribes the subtitles to an epic documentary; of my pursuit of love
it does so with melting pastels, employing colours there are no words to describe.
My mind is certainly capable of invoking the same sort of nefarious wisdom that my ancestors consulted the 'Green Faerie' to partake of.
A kaleidoscope of candy kisses serve as the lyrical highlights of my career in romance and seduction to date.
Indeed, at times my methods as dubious as some of my mistresses.
It has been said that many of this planet's most sought after maidens will not tolerate 'head games'.
Hmmm. I find this interesting.
What of Tibetan monks, in this vein?
These uniquely disciplined souls devote a great many hours to meditation..
a significantly cerebral activity...or 'head game' if you rather.
Are there any games that are acceptable within this ludacris 'adult world'?
Am I the snake?
Am I the ladder?
I suppose Cupid must be ajudicator in this very serious and adult human project known as love.
Do you suppose the amorous cherub has sentenced me
to some sort of ethereal penalty box for 'non-romantic' conduct?
The fragrance of one thousand kisses seal my fate and cast my hunger into a state of frenzied permanence.
Dancing in the Rain
Fate strums at my heartstrings.
A romantic waltz of rich emotion in which I am in the centre of,
aren't you?
Nature the only ballroom grand enough to host this all consuming joyous celebration!
My rational self content to retreat into the shadows and give way to my heart and soul.
Oh, to let my love run free!
like a wild mustang charging across a sundrenched plain simply because it is.
My rhythm and technique are inconsequential. Passion is not deliberate and precise
it is jovial, messy and soft.
Let go.
Give in to the drumbeat.
Dance for the sake of dance. Joy is the only thing you risk.
I close my eyes. It is as though a musical enchantress adorned with flowers guides my steps.
The rain, like honey falling from the sky.
Every drop that lands upon me is both arousal and applause
I have never been so honest, on display, naked of my modern defenses.
Let this music never end, for within this dance...
I am love.
A romantic waltz of rich emotion in which I am in the centre of,
aren't you?
Nature the only ballroom grand enough to host this all consuming joyous celebration!
My rational self content to retreat into the shadows and give way to my heart and soul.
Oh, to let my love run free!
like a wild mustang charging across a sundrenched plain simply because it is.
My rhythm and technique are inconsequential. Passion is not deliberate and precise
it is jovial, messy and soft.
Let go.
Give in to the drumbeat.
Dance for the sake of dance. Joy is the only thing you risk.
I close my eyes. It is as though a musical enchantress adorned with flowers guides my steps.
The rain, like honey falling from the sky.
Every drop that lands upon me is both arousal and applause
I have never been so honest, on display, naked of my modern defenses.
Let this music never end, for within this dance...
I am love.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
a New Path
I sensed a change...
a shift in consciousness back to a more familiar, less corrupt self.
Let love revive my resilience of character with a soft kiss; stir the warrior.
Wisdom and courage can be strong allies through the process of awakening.
I seek to enlist all resources available to me, both of the earth and of the mystical.
For those souls sincerely craving truth, it would seem that Aristotle lovingly offers the cuff of his robe so that they may wipe away the tears that first must be cried to allow for growth.
Fallen warriors whisper their secrets of fortitude and cunning to chosen souls.
Their words are delivered to us upon thoughtful, crisp autumn winds.
This wealth of ageless experience and insight more vast than the sky itself longs to be embraced, and demands respect.
Yes, honour thy wounds, but be cautious not to lament over them at length.
Pity is like quicksand, it can be an arduous grip from which to escape.
Our trials and certainly our defeats offer valuable lessons to be learned, lessons deeper than any ocean on this planet await off the battletorn shores of self-discovery and exploration.
Know that revolutions have been born of far less noble motives than reclaiming integrity and healing.
Leaders, true Kings would be well advised to use their influence to spread hope and empowerment among their followers rather than tyranny. There is unquestionably always a cost for cruelty.
There is a profound injustice within history when these ancestral accounts are reduced to fable and fantasy.
A foundational value of the knowledge passed on through history is that it encourages evolution through learning.
What have we learned?
Repeating history does not honour it, but rather demonstrates an apathetic disrespect, not to mention for our forebearers who toiled tirelessly.
Their efforts; the breath that gives life to the lessons so worthy of man's diligent heartfelt attention.
a shift in consciousness back to a more familiar, less corrupt self.
Let love revive my resilience of character with a soft kiss; stir the warrior.
Wisdom and courage can be strong allies through the process of awakening.
I seek to enlist all resources available to me, both of the earth and of the mystical.
For those souls sincerely craving truth, it would seem that Aristotle lovingly offers the cuff of his robe so that they may wipe away the tears that first must be cried to allow for growth.
Fallen warriors whisper their secrets of fortitude and cunning to chosen souls.
Their words are delivered to us upon thoughtful, crisp autumn winds.
This wealth of ageless experience and insight more vast than the sky itself longs to be embraced, and demands respect.
Yes, honour thy wounds, but be cautious not to lament over them at length.
Pity is like quicksand, it can be an arduous grip from which to escape.
Our trials and certainly our defeats offer valuable lessons to be learned, lessons deeper than any ocean on this planet await off the battletorn shores of self-discovery and exploration.
Know that revolutions have been born of far less noble motives than reclaiming integrity and healing.
Leaders, true Kings would be well advised to use their influence to spread hope and empowerment among their followers rather than tyranny. There is unquestionably always a cost for cruelty.
There is a profound injustice within history when these ancestral accounts are reduced to fable and fantasy.
A foundational value of the knowledge passed on through history is that it encourages evolution through learning.
What have we learned?
Repeating history does not honour it, but rather demonstrates an apathetic disrespect, not to mention for our forebearers who toiled tirelessly.
Their efforts; the breath that gives life to the lessons so worthy of man's diligent heartfelt attention.
Dispeling the Myth
WAKE UP!
Its about time someone revealed to you
the terrific potential for humanity
within us all.
Its about time someone revealed to you
the terrific potential for humanity
within us all.
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