Dear Chester,

You’re a reflection of my adolescent years. I remember putting the Hybrid Theory album in that purple CD player I kept like treasure, blasting my ears to your voice was my way of escape. I couldn’t believe it at that age I found it though your music. They were real vocals I’ve felt to the core, you’ve placed a mark on me forever to always express the way I feel. Screaming out the anguish and pain you’ve experienced, I felt every bit of it though your music. The abuse you’ve dealt with since childhood, I knew the demons wouldn’t let go. No matter how much a person can heal, the wounds will always find a way to Re-open. The mind has gone over the edge… and the demons have won. I couldn’t believe it when I saw your name in the news this morning. My heart dropped, you took you’re life away while you gave purpose to mine all those years ago. I was just a kid angry at the world for treating me the way it did. I know you had reasons but I wish you didn’t have to go and I wish we knew this whole time this was you asking for help.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Nomad.

I’ve seen and been there and you’ve never believed me if I told you. I’ve lived in the center of the world to the far areas of the land where no one is found. Familiar voices and faces of past blends with present greetings. The moment I’ve felt like I’ve met you before. It’s deep and fascinating to know where you come from. Most likely we’re carrying traits rooted to our growing years. A place where we have been before. People we’ve met and spoke to but never kept. Sharing common grounds of past and present is our only interest. The future hold so dearly to a wondrous life and time is the only essence of this life. The nomad had many homes, many friends and family. Never to settle in one place; Seeking the center of the world to it’s ends. Experiencing this life like a nomad is what we cannot help doing. This life choose us, calls from the wild of our indigenous ancestors. The blood of the nomad flows free in our veins.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

What I cannot attached too is the reason for who I am. I am this, I seek more than the ordinary. – Writer J

 

 

Closer.

-The journal logs of vivid dreams-

We’ve met in dreams occasionally. I can see why we do sometimes. It’s a bond not like any other and I wouldn’t want it any other way. The higher level of consciousness we’ve brought together cannot be reached by just anyone. You’ve given me your hand and I given mine, Everything said and done.  I promise to be open always, never again to bite my tongue for the sake of humanity and to you. We spoke the truth of our lives each word taken in deeply. Warm vibrations of love like the presence of cosmic stars. Erecting love and lost in the place of light. Before the world was placed we have met in the place where we were made. Created by the same substance of life. Closer to the creator of dreams. We are the same.

I write them down so I’ll never forget them. I keep this open so that the heart who feels the same way know…. I am here. – Writer J

The glass bottle.

-The journal logs of vivid dreams-

I’ve no longer bitten down the tongue that wishes to speak. I’ve come too close to reach my inner me. I am searching for you. Walking though the aisle standing on a shelf the green bottle wrapped with twine, shinning and glistering from sun rays. I was drawn to it completely. I placed my fingers against the wrappings and a beautiful sound of winds came out. I began to make music tracing my fingers against it. A harmony written inside. A love I’ve always been searching for… is this you calling me back? It’s time to speak love, passion and beauty. Yes, this is the time.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Two souls.

Lovers of ocean, sand and sky…. I wonder if we’ll meet again. Memories are stored away until nostalgia wants to open them up. I can’t forget you, I shouldn’t and I wouldn’t. The ties we’ve made were unforgettable. I know deep down you can remember, like the waves crashing against the beach. The smell of ocean salt brushing against your cheeks. I’ve seen the hell in your eyes, I didn’t want to admit it. I can see souls, not bodies. Signs of Virgo & Pisces, Brothers til the end… I’ll always be a witness of this love you’ve shared. Dripping paint across the board leaving a mark between you two was my purpose.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Venus Moon.

Say the name softly into the universe.

A magnetic mirage of darkness,

Opposite sides of lovers in poems & verses.

She is the other side of Venus moon,

Her ruling nature is to be taken,

Devoured by her language. . .

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


(The photo album) pt.1

-The journal logs of vivid dreams-

The house is made of wood,brick and stone. The nature surrounding it made it all too perfect; a home created by love and memories. Laughter & joy of playful children could be heard from downstairs. I was brought to a table of thick wood, on top were albums & photos of many faces I couldn’t recognize. The intention was not knowing but to feel them. I’ve known this because love was coming from the photos presented neatly in an album. Treasure is kept this way. My center was entirely drawn into them. You’ve placed them in my hand, each photo a told story. Genuine and unfiltered, capturing the moments of love. It was this purpose. I fell in love with this purpose. Sharing the stories of photos with your words, while another listens with his craving heart.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

I Love You.

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This will be my first time touching the hot grounds underneath me. I’ve been standing on these grounds as long as I can remember. The night when you’ve took a piece of me with you. The night I watched you go, the night my love one had to go. Saying goodbye with one last breath my heart froze in time and fallen into the surreal atmosphere I call Hell. Repeating words inside my head “This isn’t real” I’m about to dive head in first into this new world of broken fragments. The memories were the first to utterly shattered me then the sight of you gone is when my heart lost the love. This is what death feels like when swallowed so quickly, you just fucking can’t. Paralyzed from a state of shock feeling just the pain you could only say Why. It’s painful to lose you’re love one. The day ones in your life that you’ll need have the power to bring your heart close to death. Connection is felt by both ends….

I Love You.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Fields And Pier.

His soulful ache of expression sings in harmony & in love; reaching outward to fill his cup. – Writer J

Lyrics:

 Far, take me far away from here,

From here. Start, started walking from the fields,

To the pier. I, I will stay upon your mind when I am gone, And fine, fine,

I won’t be gone, Gone for long.

 Time, time is headed for the hills, Not to be found.

Watch, watch and listen while your heart Shakes the ground.

Fill, fill your cup and do not thirst For the dream.

And please, please learn to feel

the sun Under the trees.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Purple.

Pouring crimson emotions; Hot and thick over twilight concoctions.

The first touch burst vivid into one.

A new creation of pleasure,

Leaks to the ends of the bed,

Where hungry souls are fed,

This dark and rich color emerges to be devoured between legs.

Red & blue makes purple sex.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋