My days are numbered…You know I truly wonder if in this after life will I have the chance to make things right. In this dense environment I try to raise consciousness but the act of raising eye brows seems to be my only response. Eyes brows of confusion, because many started losing when they felt they could pay their way into this place call heaven. Only visiting sacred grounds when the headache is near but when the mind is clear; these soulless individuals poison it with beer. Lowering ones thoughts because who really wants to think in this day in age. Robotic nation, walking play stations but when the Call of Duty is in effect; the deaths will not be animated. Everybody will not make it and I can no longer fake my concern for a dimension no longer suited for my spiritual needs. Signed Zaide
As I meditate in the mist of the trees, I notice that they seem to listen more then society. No reason to judge, only elements to help me breath. Only shade to cover me after I have received my natural vitamin D. I wonder do they feel my grieve? Are these leaves stronger enough to hear me crying? It was not until a leaf fell, landing on my chest; creating a vibratory feeling that connected me to all seasons. Taking my thoughts to the fall. Eternally showing me that letting go is but a process as the leaves separate from the branches. Moving on to the winter as the trees preserve their roots. Vividly showing me that one must clear the past from his Root Chakra only for that energy to grow. Away with the snow as we make our way to a reincarnation spring. A rejuvenation of limbs as we heal within. The blockage that was once frozen is now defrost. New seeds buried deep within the dark to one day experience the light. The same light that showered me vitamin D but no worry, they will grow their leaves. They same leaves that will provide shade for the next me…in this Summertime
Dancing, hypnotic rhythm taking her to a place of temporary fulfillment. The frequencies in the sound molds the vibration of her inner elements; connecting her closer to her source. Forever in this feeling she would like to stay, never wanting to take her finger off play. Together they dance. Finally in sync with romance. Curious eyes wonder as they look at an empty floor. Blinded as to who is she dancing for. Only those who know could connect with a experience so in tune. So they assume, only having opinions of what she feels. Because the truth lies inside of her.
She fell in Love with a maybe. Maybe its crazy but sometimes we jump first without obtaining a definite answer. Now this relationship is like cancer. A slow kill because he does not acknowledge how she feels. Just a whole lot of words leaving her with question marks. What would it take for her to get a period? What would it take for her to get a final answer period? What she wants is a new beginning but what he creates are new beginnings…to every conversation she starts. Implying that he do not recall her mentioning anything serious about their relationship. In her right state of mind she would leave but as of now she’s only confused. Friends say she should leave and that she is crazy. Love will do that to you sometimes when you fall in Love with a Maybe.
How deep must i go to realize that the all is only but a reflection of the Mental. Things could appear very simple if we invest more time understanding the mind. The habits created within the mind normally become habits of actions, habits of attraction because of the thought vibration signal that leaves our body. If ones mind is guilty then so he is but its only when you understand the laws of nature where you realize there is no good or evil; only the known and the unknown. Corporate america might try to clone these universal law but what we are experiencing is only an extension from the truth.
It is only when you follow your Personal Legend, you will see that the world was created for you.
Goodbye Jamaiel…sometimes I can’t tell if she is trying to convince herself through words. The true feelings go unheard but your actions will always remain in my heart. You never can erase where we once started. Although temporarily we have departed; the few nights I visited the stars I’ve heard the water whisper. That voice sounded to familiar as my thoughts journeyed down memory lane. I’m not saying things we be the same but our paths will once cross again. Until then you can continue to convince your lips with Goodbye Jamaiel but your actions never fail. The music still plays, maybe in the near future we can dance to it.
There is no need for words when the language of our chemistry is motivated by the unseen. Energetically we converse in a room full of empty souls. Our partners do not want to let go. They still see hope for this fabricated lie built by society but if they cannot understand what is beneath the surface, how can they serve our future purpose. Sometimes we want the unconscious soul to be mutual to …what is so obvious but sometimes even a woman with two black eyes can’t see who the real enemy is. When will we learn that the judgments of our decisions are not in the hands of man? How can we consider the opinions of individuals who can’t read our hearts? The mindless souls of today’s world can not listen to what the lyrics hold but just nod their head to the beat. So your chest they lay, pretending that they understand your heart because the beat presents itself. I wonder if they were deaf, then how would one fake knowing your heart.
CRIMSON Gravity has taken a hold of my soul The control belongs to my multiverse Really my desire lies in the universe Still, the cold unfolds So perils contain me into fear Though I’m surrounded with jewels In existence there is no veil to conceal my smear So why should you care I dare! No, I entice you to wear my garment For once, sport and exhibit my ailment I insist! Kiss your vanilla sky goodbye In my world all that was crimson began to cry! Til the last infant died!