Raging.

Mars & Venus

The gods of love and war rises on the stars of my birth, intertwining of opposite passions. I’ve acknowledged my constant burn for life being that Love is the key to the door of unknown.

Coming unto the new age of my life, I’ve begun to comprehend the reasoning and truthful nature of my centered being. My purpose of growth.Let it get the best of me, Let it drive me mad.’ It’s the way of my great becoming. The way they’ve both reside in me, Energies longing to understand each other to find answers. Existing for each other for the purpose of love.

Standing at the end of chaos and peace, reminds me the balances of both elements of life, Without chaos true peace or kept value of her existance will never be known to her full extent. Chaos will rage and war will kill to keep her peace.
⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Atrosology plays a truth in the way the stars and planets effects us still and back to our birthplace. I’m an Aries/Taurus also known as the “cusp of power” interesting enough to see how that name came to be where Mars and Venus rules.

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Driver.

My Wasted foreigners,

Laughing hard and drunk.

Bitter cold tossing in snow white,

Tapping on the trunk as you can tell they’re drunk as fuck,

My kind of people,

Picking up three in eastside village,

I’m your driver for tonight,

Kill slowly on the mileage tonight,

Take me to the places you wanna go,

I wanna go wit chu, blasting your playlist on the L.I.E highway is my kind of fun. 😉 Experience is everything.

I’ve been up and down the five boroughs of New York City and today is the day NYC said ‘I love you’. Love it when a group of guys love blast some Madonna. – Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Eternal Purpose.

Intentions.

Intent is everything.

Pick up your hand to guide a paint brush, Strike fingers onto strings of harsh metal without intention and you’ll see the lacking.

Behind a brush or a string is the hand of it’s maker. The soul guides into things of it’s nature…. Yes this is how incredible things are made.

A masterpeice is made of purpose.

The soul is forever eternal by purpose, create with your soul, beloved.

Timeless art is made of these.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Bondings.

A current draws me in,

Drowning my senses,

This first sight, sound and touch,

I am still to eyes wide open.

Looking through the glass,

I’ve seen the years of future and past,

Why is this experience so familiar…?

Your self disclosure is met with mine that’s why…

Like a quench to our longest thirst.

All significant meetings is given in simple tranquil pleasures.

You’ve come a long way to be completely acknowledged, don’t let it be a waste.

Create the unforgettable bonds.

⌊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⌋

Open shut mouths.

There are two different types of people…

One would say “Why speak of everything?.. Why would you let anyone know?… You’ve become vulnerable. ”

The opposite of thoughts come into me as if there was an angel and a devil on my shoulders whispering gentle nothings. I can hear a voice inside of me speaking clearly to my chest like my heart was listening. “Why keep it in?… be open to everyone so they may find closure in their life… what if this is the connection? Share my deepest here, right now. No regrets.”

I am both.

Spilt between the frames of my thoughts fear can easily creep in and spoil the good intentions. The fear comes from listening to the bullshit people say about you, giving away too much of yourself and how it can be used against you. Has it happen yet…? Yes. A lot of shit happens but My mouth is an unpredictable force of nature regardless what people can do, feel or think. I can never hold on to my deepest thoughts.

I want to learn, feel, speak with action that so many fear of; these are my life lessons and I won’t be silent for the sake of others or myself. Be sensitive for the right reasons, be bold when the time comes whatever you do, don’t let your heart harden. Life is too beautiful to not allow your heart to spill, beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

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 your 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

 

 

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⌋

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⌋