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⌋

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

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⌋

She’s My Collar.

Lyrics:
If I could take her down and run, then I’d call her
‘Cause she’s standing drama, she know I’ll call her
She getting on the sun and then she order
Imagine me, imagine me now

I don’t take her number, just don’t think I’d call her
I take her down to somewhere dreading all day
I clear my system, I don’t need no other
This is my persona, secret lover (she’s my collar)
Nothing to be justified in
Just one thing, you should feel nada
I know she lies alone, she’s my caller
I sense her in my mind, she’s my collar

She’s the serpentine, she’s my collar
I send a message, never call her
And now I wanna taste another
And it’s safe in a persona, she’s my collar
Nothing to be justified yet
She the first I’m running with
She the one that get my collar
She the one I’m running with

She’s the one I’m running with
She’s the one I’m running with
She’s the one I’m running with
She’s my collar

I’m yellow, he was blue
It’s nothing that he could hide
We made a green meadow
Whenever we would collide (she’s my caller)
I died a thousand times
I did what I had to do
Hey, that’s just how it goes
I’m still coming back to you

If I could take her down and run, then I’d call her
(you, you, you)
‘Cause she’s standing drama, she know I’ll call her
(you, you, you, you)
She getting on the sun and then she order
Imagine me, imagine me now
(she’s my collar)
I don’t take her number just don’t think I’d call her
(you, you, you)
I take a damn summer dreading all day
(you, you, you, you)
I clear my system, I don’t need no other
(you, you, you)
This is my persona, secret lover
(she’s my collar)

She’s the one I’m running with
She’s the one I’m running with
She’s the one I’m running with
She’s my collar
Oh, she’s my collar

⌊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



Buried depression.

You’ve pressed your face against the pillow. Holding your breath to not spill again tonight. Clutching your chest reminding yourself to breathe. Yes it has come to greet itself again. 

Digging deeper….if you’ve decided to let it settle in tonight. Creeping up when you’ve been vulnerable for a few nights. You’ve let your guard down. It will never leave, it will always come back to remind itself, wanting to be claimed. A beautiful mind is the will power to fight. Know it’s okay to feel it, feel it completely my love. Know what it is and don’t be afraid of it. Fear is the only thing depression, lost and loneliness is holding on too. 

I find myself completely withdrawn at times like this. Spending time to know my light and dark has taken years of solitude and will continue because of growth. It cannot be solved by a pill or by a lover. It’s a journey only you alone must take. – Writer J

Aura.

Leakage from the sides, spilling from your eyes it’s the energy you posses. Captivating to those who sense the most powerful emotion. Love. Yes… never without lacking. A consist whirlwind of emotions. Rooted to your core; the sight of bright light is the truth of your nature. The craving for response over takes the heart. It’s your center the most appealing and filled with all of you. The real you underneath your skin. The loving and boldness of your aura has the stronghold of a thousand suns, beloved.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋