Shallow.

A beautiful face will have a hard time with love. They’re sorted out for what is seen on the surface, chased for their exterior and people’s selfish purposes. I assure you it’s a dreadful feeling to be passed by those who walk on shallow waters. Inner beauty pleads for the one who can see futher than the superficial ideals of mankind. Inner beauty wants to be seen, acknowledged and sought after like madmen. Once you’ve seen this beauty it becomes your secret place, you don’t want to leave from it. Capturing every moment of true beauty in beloved’s eyes is a gift beyond measure.

Same rules apply of the opposite exterior. – Writer J

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The Escape.

All kinds of hell is burning in your eyes, leveling down to the bottomless pit where they held you. Baby, I can feel the pain you’ve gone though, don’t doubt a second I’lI toss you away. I know the thoughts of death plagued you once before just how it visited me in the middle of my corridor. Dripping sweat over scarring wounds while tagging doors with our songs to lead us. The ground is too hot to touch, all around this place. Youthful years spent in the concrete jungle chasing the dream, remember we were young in this place. I swear I’m crazy for the things you know and the footings of past regrets as if they were my own, swinging onto the fire escape screaming it over the urban landscape. 

Damn right, I know all about it.

New York City 1990s. – Writer J

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Spiritual Intimacy.

Have you ever heard the term soul tie…?

The expression of tying the knot isn’t far from what it truly means. Soul tying is the action of tying the knot, Two different strings coming together to form a tight bonding of one and nothing will ever be able to separate them ever again. Once you’ve had sex with someone you’ll know you’ve engaged and you’ll never forget it as long as you live. So many people place it at the back burner and think it can go away just by moving on to the next person. I truly mean it what I say we all carry baggage. Sounds familiar right?… it’s more common than you think because we’re habitual in nature seeking pleasurable gifts from marriage without saying I do, thus creating the illusion of today’s modern love. 

After a break up the hardest thing for anyone is to be cut off completely from intimacy. We usually get distorted with fear of being alone and the mind begins it’s own game of trickery, I call it withdraws…

There are those who will try to grab anything superficial to keep the body satisfy but they’re quick to forget the soul has needs too creating more damage. The spiritual journey of the soul cannot be filled with superficial replacements.

My experience of the withdraws comes from years of tie bonding love with someone to going cold completely after. Soul ties are there forever and the body has perfect memory of pleasurable satisfacation, ripping you apart like an heroin addict quiting the next day going cold. If the love you shared took you to greater heights like mine, you’ll know the aching heart gives no fu*ks about mercy and no I did not rebound to anything afterwards, I took a year worth of withdraws. The worth of such a relationship is worthy of it for I did love like mad. I can’t do what others do so easily.

It’s the gamble of great spiritual intimacy. The place we know what love can do to us. Teaching us how  True love is utterly madness.

The word to describe it is petrifying that’s how you’ll know you’ve come face to face with it and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Think of all the people you’ve had sexual relations with….Exactly, even the ones you regretted the most or still engaging with. Now I don’t want to bring out the worst memories of past relationships or spoil the good intentions of having one. I believe in having the right one in anyone’s life. The one who will bring out the desires for life, knowledge and spiritual growth to the fullest of your trueself. Yes my love walking in deep faith gives wisdom, keep this in high regard beloved. 

You should never settle for less and wait with patience when the time is right. Wait til that petrifying love finds you, you wouldn’t want to play yourself when the time comes. The hardest thing on the planet. I know because I am this way, I got my mistakes, trust me I’m not perfect but I am aware of the long term damage. Sex isn’t a game to fool around with… your physical and spiritual intimate needs must be meant right especially when you love another human being with the same needs as much as you. Yes, think about their deepest needs too for Love is not one sided. You’re creating a knot even if you think it’s just sex or not, your inner self won’t take it lightly good or bad. There is no such thing as casual sex…it’s a lie, maybe in your mind you can tell yourself its okay but your subconscious will return to remind you now or later who you are. Sex in this post modernism world has destroyed it. My generation can’t resurrect the value of sex anymore because of the overly saturated meaningless fu*king in our culture.

subduing and powerful connection of oneness, seen as a ritual in all walks of life and if not the highest forms of bonding in love. I continue to hold it as such even if I am the last.

Equal in the pursuit of knowledge, wisdom and all things of spirit and I wish you the same my dear reader. 

Union.

I believe strongly the rightful purposes of all emotions even the ones that make us feel uncomfortable can teach us so much. The kind of emotions where we’re not in control, the one we know the most.

Vulnerability.

When you’ve put it towards the right purposes in your life it will bring you to greater heights. Opening yourself entirely out of your element to love, seek knowledge and connect suddenly becomes a hot rush of it’s own. In this state of mind you’re free without a doubt, growth spurs quickly in one’s inner self and trust me that’s not even the half of it….

Show me, teach me and give it to me with abundance. 

There is no greater gift than someone else being completely vulnerable towards you. There is no greater gift than giving your inner treasures to another. 

To accomplish this perfect vulnerable connection both must be ready to give or receive each other. The worth of yourself determines the strength of the latching between you and your other half. Everything you are is allowing to enter into each others souls, a beautiful union of growth in love is all I can say, beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Noel – Silent Morning

Music is forever timeless with rhythm by her side. – Writer J

LYRICS:

I’m on fire
My emotions run so deep
You vowed to love me
Is that a vow you’d keep
Your smile is so tender
You’ve got me sighing a sweet surrender
Your touch is so pleasing
Makes me warm inside
Makes me feel I’m alive
And I can’t resist your heavenly bliss
The magic concealed in your kiss
Must realize what I see in your eyes
Takes me beyond the skies

Chorus:
Silent Morning, I wake up and you’re not by my side
Silent Morning, You know how hard I try
Silent Morning, They say a man’s not supposed to cry
Silent Morning, Why did your love have to be a lie

I’m on fire
And you’re my every desire
A living fantasy
And you know just what to do for me
I love the things you do
Here open arms waiting for you
Words you whisper
Make me warm inside
Makes me feel I’m alive
And I can’t resist the heavenly bliss
The magic concealed in your kiss
Must realize what I see in your eyes
Takes me beyond the skies

Chorus

And I can’t resist heavenly bliss
Magic concealed in your kiss
You must realize what I see in your eyes
Takes me to paradise

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Mixed race.

I don’t know where to start or where to begin with this particular topic for it’s been on my mind for as long as I can remember. I do wonder if there’s anyone else that relate to this as much as I do. My identity, my race, my ethnic background had always left me in fascination as to where I came from for I am mixed with 3 different continents of the world. I love history and culture because of who I am, never turning down a lesson or a story because of it. You’ll never know what you’ll learn even about yourself. 

I come from mixed parents from the Latin American culture. I was born in New York City 1990; Roots of Native, Southern European and Greek. I can’t possible tell you how long it took to find myself. My younger self was lost because of my own identity issues. Society has it’s ways of putting you in a box, a single label so you can fit into their stereotypes because it’s easier to identify. People saw me as a white person therefore leaving a stigma on me for the longest time for I can’t deny my dark roots. My mother is a dark skin version of myself after that I take on after my father, a greek white man and I can tell as to why people would say I am white because of him. I love my parents and where I come from. Being born in a place like NYC creates an edge to your personality, will I leave it behind in the future? Yes. I crave to see the places of my ancestors and experience a different life elsewhere. I have a strong belief  that everyone should at least visit the birthplace of their lineage at least once. Born mixed race is hard in a place where people just look at the surface. I love it though. 😉

Thank you to all my followers and readers. I am grateful.

❤❤❤❤❤

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Heavy.

A deep substance you can seep your fingers into… 

You’ve been holding out for so long, Waiting for the right one. The only one to bring out all the complexity of your being to the surface. You’ll see the center when you’ve come across the liking of your own. The only time you’ll ever come to know your true self.

Heavy and dense.      So unbreathable.

Opening all human senses to feel the center of gravity.  Then lose it repeatedly to start again.

This is what love feels like, beloved.

Imbalance perfection of heavy bliss.

You’ve brought out a side of me that I didn’t know existed. You saw it and when you did you show it to me so I may know it. I will never be the same.  – Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Consciousness 

Energy. Underneath skin & bone. Energy is what we are made of.

The universal language of all mankind.

It’s incredible to finally see the real you in this body, you’ve let your walls come down.

I know this body is temporary by the way you burn so easily against the skin, vibrations speaking of the great escape turns deep red. Feel and taste the lovers dream with eyes ready to spill an eternal love; be ready for no one will be able to stop it or comprehend the beautiful arrangement. When the body can no longer contain the real you, you will change… 

 

The body is the limitations of the soul and spirit, increase your spirit by seeking all things of the light. – Writer J

 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


RelationChips

In a world filled with handheld devices, she is the one with her hand empty to receive. – Writer J

The questions that come to mind are several But there is one question that sticks my mind more than anything else. I find myself coming back to every time…

If relationships are made of organic chemicals and everything soulful why allow something in-between that is not?… For the sake of convenience?

People have sold to this illusion to these chip devices and feel it’s much easier to keep up friendships, love and family in the limitations of a cellphone. What happen to getting to know someone out of the boundaries of social media? Meeting someone face to face before a profile? 

You can go ahead and call me crazy but I love to know someone by them telling themselves with their own words. It’s has value and substance you can feel or remember. How bonds are deepen is the time spend together and memories hold more weight than some cellphone you’ll end up changing in a year. What I’m saying is that if you want a everlasting relationship make those sacrifices to keep away from the things that aren’t made up of you. Mixing them both will only cause grief and pain; You are a human being and your needs are meant in all things organically fashioned.

Trust me I am stubborn in my ways; I could be the last human on earth and I’ll still keep this with me. I’m no sellout to myself and I wouldn’t sell short to know someone or to be with, so I’ve left my hands open to receive.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Madness.

Madness. What is it exactly?…

and why the hell does it exist…?

What purpose can it bring to any sane individual?

The fuck do I know about it. I’m just as clueless as anybody would be. I can throw rocks at broken windows just for the sake of it. Yell obscene words from left to right, screaming my head off just to feel the vibrations. Do I show it?… naw, why would anyone want to show this side to anyone. Nobody goes around doing absurd shit unless there is a reason.

Ah, yes the reason.

There gots to be a reason…

It can’t be just any other reason either, gotta be something anyone would understand. Anyone in their right mind would agree the cause of madness would be this four letter word. They’ll go to war for it, tear down walls for it, deeply claim it for their own with no regrets.

Love.

Sustainable, fulfillment and all consuming… oh how it feels like an entitlement and it really is.

Clutch your fists to keep it together darling, it isn’t over yet.

Madness is knowing ALL of this and keeping it under your skin.

It’s not until you’ll come to know someone of your caliber from all the chaotic ways love can muster up, you’ll watch it all come down.

You’ll try everything in your power to keep yourself from not falling apart but it will be futile.

Unraveling all the places you try to keep hidden will fall because that’s the purpose.

I know this now…

It’s not some mediocre bs kind of love and it’s not something you’ll see coming. The unexpected is some life changing substance and it’s an addictive. It was like we were made to be this way.  Madness will drive us to throw stones at the windows to shed the light in our lives we seek so badly.

Drunk on Madness….

I’ll tell you this… It’s better to know your madness, know it well because it’s there for you to know real love.

Mad love is the center of all things made.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋