Peace is love in silence.
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
Joseph
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Love And Truth
Love reveals the truth
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Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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A Live Word
Writing is liberation.
Reading is freedom.
Truth is honesty.Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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Footprints Erased
Memories like candles.
They burn,
cry hot wax tears,
then leave a monument.
All while shining a light,
on what you choose
and how you choose,
to see.I can count many tales
on my hand,
and many wounds
on my arms.
I lay every night
on a pillow
of flame and tears.I drown inside my head and
break into pieces of kintsugi
inside my heart.I try to explain,
but no one listens.
Born mute,
learned to speak.
Born different,
learned to fit in.
Born to be me,
and I learned to be you.
I can explain,
But who’s listening?Wrongly labeled
and wrongly judged.
Back of a hand on lips.
A sword cuts through my lungs.
Thoughts hanged.
Innocence raped.
Natural gifts shot.
And all buried.
No ceremony,
and no farewell.
No time to grieve,
and no time to adapt.
I’m ok.Here’s a mask,
put it on.
I am told.
You are sin.
Yes I am sin.
Hide your soul.I can count many tales
on my hand.
I rest my head,
on pillow of fire.
And I drown
in the waters of my thoughts.
I love,
and I hurt.Forgive me.
Footprints erased.Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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I Hear Your Voice
I hear your voice,
I see your impressions,
Around for thousands of years.The older you are,
The less individual freedom
You allow.As time passes,
More freedom is bought,
By collective few.You dim your light,
You work to buy
Ignorance as truth.Don’t you worry,
You do what you want,
What you want.The only truth to follow,
Is the one in our own darkness
That shines.The seed grows in darkness
Travels the path
Towards light.It stands tall,
Shines bright,
Gives more than it takes.Allows freedoms of all
As a natural life
Worth living.Some get rewarded
Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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Wrap Your Arms Around You
Wrap your arms around you
Give yourself a warm hug
You may be grown up and old
But inside you’re still a childYou’ve passed the station
Of asking no more
And you’ve arrived to a stop
Of not wanting what you needYou love many
And you are loved
But the devil’s footsteps quietly approach
Through the people you loveHow can one survives in this world
Without declaring their wants and needs?
With others falsely knowing and
Speaking words that claim your needs?How can you live
By feeling the need to ask?
When will the uninvited devil walk in?
When will the body rest?Giving is a gift, not everyone feels
Flooding out of them
Saving and possessing is a curse,
That most feel occupied withWho is a more willing soul
Than an earth angel
To pay for the wrongs and hurt
That others infected on youMother, what would become of me?
Father, where will I be?
Brother, what do you see?
Sister, how do you feel?You came whole
They broke you
Wrap your arms around your whole self
Feel warmth of your complete embraceDeep breath
Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.
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One Word
I
Am
Is
All
Everywhere
Be
I
Create
In
Out
Above
Below
We
Love
One
Word
Filed under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
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Brave Insanity
You need to know both sides,
They call me the observatory king.
When you walk in light,
You walk with your shadow.I came from everywhere,
I lived everything,
I have truth for every doubt,
My mirror will direct this show.Look on my work.
I am sin.
I am desire.
I am passion.
I am innocence.
I am inspiration.
I am a god whom people are scared to look at.Yesterday
Today
TomorrowA brave insanity
Is the beginning,
And I am
Without an end.Filed under: 🜂 Other – reflecting on connection, relationships, and the spaces between souls.
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Orgasm of Flower
Welcome to the horizon of self-comfort
Where music is the tone of my voice
And silence warms my wordsWhere we smile like the birth of a new life
And cry like the arrival of a new childCome
Swim with me naked and play in the now
Oh ouch baby the angels are jealousFeel your bones melt like mine
In the heat of our desireIt’s holy insane
To only love youMy lust is rising
An appetite
And a hard is onI want you
Let’s create passion my love
Allow the sun to embrace our tender moonLet’s make love and burn doubt
With the sweat of our joined bodies
Feel me at the sacred vergeOpen wide
The immaculate conceptionI am inside you my star
I can’t hold it any longerAngel’s seeding and juice
Come yeah come with meUntil you and I
Flower beyond
An orgasm of lifeFiled under: 🜃 Infinite – exploring the unseen forces behind creation, truth, and existence.
