Raging.

Mars & Venus

The gods of love and war rises on the stars of my birth, intertwining of opposite passions. I’ve come to acknowledge my constant burn for life and the unknown 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 the 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⌋

The legacy.

The smell of spill liquor and noisy air has condition myself to stay a little longer. It’s places like these I’ve come to admired your taste, I was in love with it.

I couldn’t help myself to the rounds you would offer or enjoy the way you spilled to me like liqour seeping into the wood of the bar. I felt every drop of your words soaking into me. Our deepest thoughts were safe between us with a glass. Fragile yet made with a carbon bonding. How could’ve I not fallen down?  Despite of differences I couldn’t help but to love it. It was true and real rarely comes so often. It’s not every day someone lets you inside.

You’ve made me smile, you’ve made me laugh, you’ve gave me pain and you’ve gave me love. It was meant for great change and renewal. I wanted to build a legacy, I wanted to be there to believe in the same belief with you. I wanted more… but that’s my dilemma. The question that haunts me will I ever?…

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Thank you readers, I’m happy to say 2017 was a year of change for me. I’ve come to move on from the past and hope to look foward to the future. My blessings for the new year! Till then let love in! – Writer J

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⌋


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⌋


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⌋

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⌋