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⌋

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⌋

Tearful kiss.

Lift your head up high,

Receive the warmth of a tender embrace,

Holding hands tight for the impact,

Pressure weight felt chest to chest.

Fallen tears of joy has come between the two.

Listen how their hearts dance; beating so fast they’re one at last.

Kissing the tears from hurtful past.

No more painful tears to shed, sweet love. Equal love is with us.

‘The foundations of the world will return to it’s beginnings and I’ll still wait for you beloved.’ -Writer J

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I can’t stop, I won’t stop til I’ve shown it all. The day will come when you’ve seen all of me. In the meantime… feel me though small doses. Taking the time to see though, that’s all I ask for. Read in-between all the lines and pages. The cover will never be attractive or pretty. I’ll tell you why after. Please continue digging though it’s chapters. The only thing to draw you near should be the words imprinted on these blank pieces of paper. The value so deeply resonating. I can’t help it. It’s the way I am. The unpleasant cover to keep the shallow away. Never to be bothered by shallow waters. How they’ve become so comfortable. The depth is where I’ll stay. I simply wish and it’s only one wish to shout my words into your mind as you do to me. Placing your hands over the line to feel every word to my open book, My love. 

The one will open your pages and read your secrets. Digging you up to only want more. It’s never enough as it should be. – Writer J

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

flame.

Exposition of wrist and neck,

Much more for what love can make,

Dangerous ties are made to wreak,

Not for the weak and fake-hearted,

Sensual brutality of body and mind.

Come my beloved, watch the flames spill and bind,

Like no other can tame and find.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋


Intimacy.

I’ve come to realization of the lacking of closeness we’ve become. I’ve noticed it when I’ve tried to be like everyone else. The sense of belonging is set because everyone is doing it. I feel I can no longer be consistent into selling the intimacy for convenience. Something that should be shared with love and care over conversations but we rather give it away to a electric entity; a place where all relationships of all types come to die. (Social media aka the cell phone…)

Because it’s just easier to keep intimate relations that way… 

It’s much better to show my life though a looking window…

I can’t express enough how my life cannot be captured into a profile and how others are satisfy to communicate this way.

The senses crave for so much more. It kills me. When have we lost the touch of presence?

You can’t truly know who I am by a photo or a status update or even my writings at times. The purpose for letting go, letting out thoughts into the universe is how I use it. It’s written down so anyone sense it and feel in common with it. I believe it’s far more intimate than a profile. There is warmth to any WordPress, a diary or just a personal letter than a profile will ever have.

The feelings of cold when it becomes just a status, photo with a caption, a profile or a place that people just look. From friends to just people that alone says a lot.  – Writer J


⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Tasteful.

In the space between us, allow it to grow stronger. Give room to the chemical imbalance of this tension. A quick haste of passion. Let the urge overwhelm. Watch us contain the burning without a physical touch til’ it drips from the finger tips. Let it burn to no return….

Finally giving taste, pleasure is dripping down your hands. Beloved. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

From start to finish. Fingers should be wrapped with tongue.  – Writer J