Blinded by the sunlight, tickled by the breeze, and inspired by the rhythm of a heartbeat I stand here. My focus is fading. I see everything, yet I see nothing. I know nothing, but I'm slowly learning that to know nothing is the equivalent of knowing everything. And knowing everything, is pure stupidity. And that revelation is enough to shove my knowledge to understanding. And understanding to experience. And before I know it, the rhythmic inspiration becomes mental comprehension. And finally physical action. Suddenly I'm gone. Lost in the groove, moving interchangeably with the breathtaking ribbon that binds the unruly curls of life. As we embrace I long to make time stand still if only for a brief period so that I may remain in this moment just a little longer. Coming or going, moving or still, silence seems so loud, and noise seems to hushed, up is down, and down is up, here is there, but there is no where, words are meaningless, and minds are simply ironing boards of the crumpling of indecision. But hearts... The heartbeat is like a song on my heart, the perfect verse over a tight beat, I no longer have to search for the truth in the midst of lies, or see the forest through the trees, instead I see things for what they really are. Every word, thought, lie, truth, every smile that should've been a tear, and cries let out that were really laughs... It all makes perfect sense now, the pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly together create a scenic panorama that encircles my whole existence, it spins around, faster and faster. I love it, yet I hate it. spinning, faster, spinning. I finally understand, yet its too much. faster, spinning, faster. I want it, all of it... I have it, I'll keep it, I'm never letting go. spinning. I'm getting dizzy. spinning. Slow down. spinning. Please, I'm getting sick. spinning. I need it. spinning. I gotta have it. spinning. I got it. spinning. Thank you! spinning. spinning. spinning. I fall... Breaking the embrace. Losing the rhythm. The action ceases. The comprehension is lost. And knowledge once again means nothing. the spinning stops.
What's the point in giving me the world, if you won't give me your heart?
Monday, January 19, 2009
Blurry Images...
Blurry Images of you,
me,
we,
and what we are...
What we were
and what we should be are clear
but i fail to see what we are...
Because we are not!
I can remember the times we've shared
and the games we used to play.
laughing and joking,
when the time was appropriate.
And squaring up with anything that threatened us,
big or small,
no matter the risk.
But exploring the innermost depths of one another without uttering a single word...
That was my favorite.
It was as if someone was whispering my deepest darkest secrets to you.
Yet you always looked at me the same.
As if they told me all the things that troubled you,
and made you afraid
But it didn't change a thing.
It gave us understanding to the things we couldn't speak,
whether we were unable or unwilling
It served as our missing piece.
And then there is where I see us
Roaming the skies
with our minds
going higher and higher
never noticing the millions of things trying to keep us from moving forward
Because they could never reach our level to get our attention,
and refused to come down and live within their dimension
I can see clearly the potential we have
To change the world,
That's the destiny laid out for us
Between your powerful aura
that knows no limits
And my infinite intellect
that has never been introduced to a battle it couldn't win,
Nothing would be the same.
But what we are is none of that
Because we are not
We never were
And the reality is
we may never be
so why is it
that those are the thing I see so clearly?
I see the things that are not,
but I can't quite make out what we are
I keep trying to make it out
but I have no luck
I know what it should be
And what is could've been
But my question is
could we make it be?
I guess I'd have to express this to you first,
Right?
ok, well how about we start off easy...
It's nice to meet you
My name is Love,
what are your plans for tonight?
me,
we,
and what we are...
What we were
and what we should be are clear
but i fail to see what we are...
Because we are not!
I can remember the times we've shared
and the games we used to play.
laughing and joking,
when the time was appropriate.
And squaring up with anything that threatened us,
big or small,
no matter the risk.
But exploring the innermost depths of one another without uttering a single word...
That was my favorite.
It was as if someone was whispering my deepest darkest secrets to you.
Yet you always looked at me the same.
As if they told me all the things that troubled you,
and made you afraid
But it didn't change a thing.
It gave us understanding to the things we couldn't speak,
whether we were unable or unwilling
It served as our missing piece.
And then there is where I see us
Roaming the skies
with our minds
going higher and higher
never noticing the millions of things trying to keep us from moving forward
Because they could never reach our level to get our attention,
and refused to come down and live within their dimension
I can see clearly the potential we have
To change the world,
That's the destiny laid out for us
Between your powerful aura
that knows no limits
And my infinite intellect
that has never been introduced to a battle it couldn't win,
Nothing would be the same.
But what we are is none of that
Because we are not
We never were
And the reality is
we may never be
so why is it
that those are the thing I see so clearly?
I see the things that are not,
but I can't quite make out what we are
I keep trying to make it out
but I have no luck
I know what it should be
And what is could've been
But my question is
could we make it be?
I guess I'd have to express this to you first,
Right?
ok, well how about we start off easy...
It's nice to meet you
My name is Love,
what are your plans for tonight?
Friday, January 16, 2009
Mesmerized...
[sigh]
to long for the forbidden.
that is what I do
your scent, your smile, your presence
everything about you
you're a fleeting moment,
a passing wind
it was nothing more than a mirage
shared between two delusional friends
almost never lasted so long
and almost never felt so good
too bad almost doesn't count
at least not in this book
If it doesn't align with the word of God, if it isn't adding to your purpose... it's time to turn the page!
to long for the forbidden.
that is what I do
your scent, your smile, your presence
everything about you
you're a fleeting moment,
a passing wind
it was nothing more than a mirage
shared between two delusional friends
almost never lasted so long
and almost never felt so good
too bad almost doesn't count
at least not in this book
If it doesn't align with the word of God, if it isn't adding to your purpose... it's time to turn the page!
What goes around...
So lately I've noticed that the majority of men say they want this or that in a woman, but when you look at their choice of women and who they associate with it doesn't line up. Better yet, those who say they want a good girl but then when they get her they try to change everything about her. I'm just wondering that in all the hype out there now about being real and keepin it 100 if any of that crosses over to the relational aspect of life, or is that simply a facade that's only applied to everything else?
On the flip side, when a woman gets tired of being played or mislead and she starts to play the same game she's looked down upon. I don't believe in the motto "play or get played" I believe in waiting until the right person comes along and not punishing him for another's mistakes. However, I can completely understand why some women resort to this. What I don't understand is why men don't understand it and why they react the way they do.
I guess what I'm saying is, you reap what you sow. In other words, what goes around comes around so you might want to get on some act right the next time around or you might have something bad coming for you.
On the flip side, when a woman gets tired of being played or mislead and she starts to play the same game she's looked down upon. I don't believe in the motto "play or get played" I believe in waiting until the right person comes along and not punishing him for another's mistakes. However, I can completely understand why some women resort to this. What I don't understand is why men don't understand it and why they react the way they do.
I guess what I'm saying is, you reap what you sow. In other words, what goes around comes around so you might want to get on some act right the next time around or you might have something bad coming for you.
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