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⌋


Beauty.

Close your eyes.

Breathe deeply in.

Exhale it all out.

Feel your heart beat.

Say it… Yes, I am alive…

Trace your fingers onto your skin.

“Your beautiful, you are so beautiful.”

Never allow anyone to call you any less of what you are. Your body should be wanted as much as your mind, my love. Never ending chase for the lovers mind is the true beauty for the body is only temporary.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

Angels & Demons

They’re higher intellectual beings.

Speaking from the other side.

Incarnation into human kind,

They’re the balance of yin and yang.

Good and evil existing for a purpose.

This negative energy felt like fangs.

Digging into the skin of the enlighten ones.

‘Tell me, how much more of the promise long suffering?…’

Protectors of Heaven & Earth.

They’ve spoken the truth.

“Though the furnace is the transformation of pure diamonds.”

Challenges are here to form us into perfection.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

 

 

 

Red.

It’s the color we know most.

Running though our veins,

Fascinating when bonded blood comes close.

A rush of flow hits the face the most.

Love or Rage,

Red is the color of the passionate host.

She has sustain the possessions of Venus & Mars.

Beautiful is the balance of her Red.

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋

The Outer Layer.

Slowly. Gently. Uncovering the layer you’ve holded so dear… It’s only a matter of time til’ someone can see though it, even eyes can touch the inner places you thought didn’t exist. – Writer J

You can try to hide behind a face or a body but the image you’ve sold to yourself and everyone around you cannot be consealed to those who seek truth. 
The secrets of seer. I can say so much…

Conversations and long walks is the fundamental of connection. How it begins to unravel between us. Bits of pieces fall off. The air become dense as I watch you come out. You’ve reeled me in with your true scent. The real spills out. Causing my heart to kneel before you has torn away this outer layer. 

⌊ᶫᵉᵗ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ᵇᵘʳᶰ ∞ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵘᶰˢ⌋
 

Rebel Rebel.

Break away, follow though from pain & joy.

Displaced in the human time line, she is not from this generation.

Feelings of old the young blood boils.

‘They’ve exchanged the intimacy for a instant like. A gratification for the low. Face to face morals are a thing of the past…’

Never to believe to survive in a place like this.

The rebel heart escapes, the wild calls her name.

I didn’t believe you. Telling me who I was. I refuse to be different. I didn’t want the emotions it came with it. I didn’t want it. The purpose of my existence is too great. – Writer J