I love the man.
He takes me as I am while we're merged together forming two beautiful souls that are strong enough to challenge Yeng and Yang.
Gazing upon his form is enough to seduce me into a pleasurable coma; far away into the dark corners of my mind where I plead for mercy---
Because it feels too good to carry his DNA.
He captures me with his breeze whenever I feel him walk past
Bringing me to a point of a collapse with my body still intact
and I have no idea how he can make me do---that.
He has feathers on his soul and he takes me with him on a flight to Mars
A god of spiritual war because I know that he will go to battle for me.
If Ecstasy was a cereal, I would eat him everyday.
And I would challenge him to a card game of hearts with the intent of giving him mines anyway.
I can't help but to say---I love you.
And if I was only worthy enough to transcend into a higher realm, I would ask God to sing you a love song.
And I would ask Him to command the angels to open up the gates of shining, heaven every morning when you'd open your eyes.
Every whip lash from society that was bestowed on your back is one extra tear drop that I'll cry with you
You are so lovely; defined by the hearty clay of the earth in which you were formed intricately.
I am a slave to the deepness of your touch
It makes my spine curl backwards so that I may naturally bend for you, but never break.
So that I may provide a bridge to our love and never hate
And I've always wanted to be your pliable willow tree to your rock
I want to provide you shade with everything inside of me; everything I got
Hell is a cooler place than the beautiful, burning desire that I feel for you everyday
And with that I'll also pray that I will be joined permanently, beside your rib.
Sincerely,
The one whose eyes have been turned to your face in spectacular awe
The woman.
Friday, January 11, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Distant traveler
Excuse me.
Did I disturb you with my solar flare coming from my intergalactic travel?
Did you know that I can walk on dry land and permeate three different dimensions at the same time?
Well, I can.
I come from the star dust that has originated from the necklace pearls of God's feminine energy.
I am a spirit encompassed into a physical body that has been beautifully designed and crafted carefully for a purpose.
Suppose I had wings, but then I'd be limited to where the air can take me rather than what has been given to me, supernaturally.
Creatively, genuinely, carefully God made me more vibrant than the super novas from dying stars that has been commanded to cease their existence.
But I'm only disguised as something less elaborate in order to keep from blinding people that didn't bring their shades.
He made me all that and a bag of perfectly stacked atoms.
His love for me is better than that four letter word that has been inserted into human speech.
His language is incomprehensible enough to scramble everything that we thought was true, to be false...and everything false, true.
Yet, He created me. And you. And you.
Super spiritual, super powerful beings from an entity that can tie alpha and omega into a knot.
Galaxies are just the little holes that compose His infinite canvas on which he never stops painting genius.
I, of course, am just a small product of that.
It can be done, but only by Him.
I, of course, just wanted to send a reminder in case anyone has forgotten that I am not of this world...I'm just passing through.
Did I disturb you with my solar flare coming from my intergalactic travel?
Did you know that I can walk on dry land and permeate three different dimensions at the same time?
Well, I can.
I come from the star dust that has originated from the necklace pearls of God's feminine energy.
I am a spirit encompassed into a physical body that has been beautifully designed and crafted carefully for a purpose.
Suppose I had wings, but then I'd be limited to where the air can take me rather than what has been given to me, supernaturally.
Creatively, genuinely, carefully God made me more vibrant than the super novas from dying stars that has been commanded to cease their existence.
But I'm only disguised as something less elaborate in order to keep from blinding people that didn't bring their shades.
He made me all that and a bag of perfectly stacked atoms.
His love for me is better than that four letter word that has been inserted into human speech.
His language is incomprehensible enough to scramble everything that we thought was true, to be false...and everything false, true.
Yet, He created me. And you. And you.
Super spiritual, super powerful beings from an entity that can tie alpha and omega into a knot.
Galaxies are just the little holes that compose His infinite canvas on which he never stops painting genius.
I, of course, am just a small product of that.
It can be done, but only by Him.
I, of course, just wanted to send a reminder in case anyone has forgotten that I am not of this world...I'm just passing through.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)