The forbidden

The way she carries herself with dignity. Her back pocket communicating everything. Self respecting innocence is forthcoming. Devout loyalty an undying quality. Vibrant curiosity. Delicate but bold bravery. Her ferocity devoid of reasoning. Gently waiting for the opportunity to grieve a broken haven she was entrusted with stewarding. Intellectuality unmatched by interests in diversity capturing her intrigue as she breathes forth creativity as music the instrument she is holding rings forth her soul vibrating an acoustic desire to acquire an admirer of higher virtuosity.  She is blameless and even less bossy then she could admirably be for she understands things better then anybody with an open heart that sings with songs that bleed for a reality suffering the faults and failures of previous entities that she seeks and wishes to be inspired with every breath they breathe sent from her leaves refreshing breeze. A reformation is coming perturbing the governing bodi...

As he waits in blind shelter for a roof bereft of any proof his love can not offend the temporary joys of life that descend but recoil they must with gravities thrust from restraint of emotion within a brain under strain that demands he remain the same despite the distance his soul has tread his heart has shed every thread left as a pile of silk stained red as each night lays his head upon a soft bed be wed is said to himself and no one else once lost in a dream he can not find his way home a path hidden in faith has hope left where only the dead are said to be he has wandered in this long journey for eternity and still her soul can not be found he has gone up and down ever lost too him is the jewel of his crown worthy of the white gown his frown cast upon his face speaks of weary resolve still giving chase yet surrendering the haste knowing it brings only waste his feelings encased within a tomb beneath his chest has replaced the beating lungs that once gave rise to his breast it is b...

When are you from? Stardate: .000e...38 I give up to you my souls control. I give up to you the continuity of my soul in whole. I give up to you my continuously renewing soul with every last vow and contract sold. ...again I say this bold. “I don’t like being bitter and cold.” Sometimes this soul has a hole in its story that prevents it from existing presently. Is the poop hole the loophole? The butthole? The asshole? The soul? Does the use of those words denote a lack of self control? Or exemplify an innocent curiosity like a mole exploring the roots of it’s tunnel? Empty everything, lose control of your soul relax your sphincter muscle. Too vulgar? So is clinging to control.  Triadic states have their domains, all the same a threefold spectrum creates an axial trio. Goodness in faith defines the quality of worth you unearth. Rightness in love decides the property of value that you see. Trueness in hope determines the accuracy of truth you repeat. This is everything ‘substantial’....

Be frank but fair and I will respond teachably. I give up to you my duality. Every silver lining has a cloud. Why be arrogantly proud? Quite your self. Less loud. Then...one two three 1.SELL YOUR INADEQUACY  2.BECOME YOURSELF HONESTLY 3.BE PATIENT AND SEE You have to tolerate intolerance without being intolerant of tolerance. <there is no loophole where acceptance is approval> Acceptance is everything extending to the far reaches of the galaxy bringing stability everywhere it spreads . “I am without unacceptable inadequacy.” I can rest my head. No more dread. Undone deeds are dead. I give up to you the intersection of chaos and order. Open palms are forever warmed by daylights touch. A closed fist grasps only darkness. Confession expresses acceptance. It makes a record of history. No longer hidden within taxing liminality. The memory is seen even when encoded in mystery. It’s soothes me. Honesty Intimacy Exposure Vulnerability Each an act of...

Why the journey aboard? A second ascent to a continent where I was just present.  The first an attempt to explore a small extent of opportunities beyond my countries boundaries whose borders collide and divide within me. Five familiar faces as close as family living in comfortable hospitality without burdens of responsibility upon me. A great introduction in preparation for an elaborate production. The intent was to grieve, to leave behind bitter lies, loss and broken memories, primarily a host of voices within me...to find and restore my true identity—What existence and the world has meant to me. It’s has already been a success indeed, as I sat in a bunk contemplating things with a friendly sojourner like me. Has it become that every face I see is reflecting something in me? I burned a bridge, high on the ridge, I concluded a decades worth of grief that polluted my soul. I feel whole. Faith is gone. Her familiar face for which I long will never age. Trapped...

Berlin, where to begin, a modern palace, a man made palisade, every road a river, every avenue with a view, a canyon as grand as the land upon which it stands. Hand in hand with enemies, armies and allies, museums for spies, not a single tourist what a surprise, then you realize the lies, the wickedness and tyranny, the inhospitality with prejudicial subtlety, who don’t you see, a refugee, not a single unmistakable identity, between you and me, France will exceed their economy, just wait for the hate to gravitate, for the ennui and balanced diversity to betray a brewing unsettled antiequanimity surrounding the lack of equality. Racial intolerance has bubbled to the surface again, only this time it does begin with “I don’t mean to offend...but how far do our borders extend.” ...might I recommend we end an era of empires and cease in territorial defense without offense. There is a new tool, it’s cool.  It’s called unregulated rule. Don’t be cruel. Embrace the unusual. The only thing ...

She stood upon his shoulder a grand gesture of her unquestioned trust in him. A father of few words, a sojourner from a far land. He had a plan but she knew it not. His body would be dead and buried beginning to rot before the vows he bought were delivered in full. His voice within her soul still consoled and made her ever more bold. Resting upon this ice cold rock the frozen tundra awakening a slumbering soul, she found his gaze rest upon hers. It was unheard of for her heart to attach to any other, her reach was unique and grasp sleek. Never before had she found herself wanting of lovers or affection in the manner that was common of women her age. She was prone to other predilections, besides her selection was to refined and taste defined. She wished for fine detail, a slim appearance, unobtrusive, yet striking in its subtlety, an appeal that revealed an ability to take the time for loyalty. A committed soul that was brilliant and bold perhaps even an arm upon which to rest when old,...