I know of no greater subject than love. I know of no greater substance than this drug. I know of no greater answer, no greater cure to great cancers. I think, my niche of poetic discourse - is love and it’s infinitely great potential. After love, is truth, in sequential. I know of no greater … Continue reading Page 22.
The nature of life is change. The philosophy that’s universal, is suffering and pain. The nature of I, is self. The self seems like many things, split into many divides like heaven and hell. At times I question, am I truly living or only partially through parts of me? And is my heart still flesh … Continue reading Page 21.
Breaking open my worldview, is as uncomfortable as walking over fire. All I aspire for is greatness and for my soul to grow higher. But as I am growing, I am slowly growing tired. I need new insight, new truths and new experiences… As my broken worldview is shattered, my soul feels delirious. If God … Continue reading Page 20.
I want to be alone for the time being. Feeling like I’m dying, I’ll be gone in the evening. And truthfully the idea of death makes life much worth it. Maybe death instead of love, is what I am searching. Nothings working, I still feel a dark void just like I am hurting. Just to … Continue reading Page 19.
If I cry, it’s only because it feels necessary and admitting. If I cry, I am not guilt tripping or quitting. It’s a way of shifting and fitting my heart into fire that makes rounds of burning my emotions into smoke and dust. My heart is pretty robust, thus, I cry until gust and sunlight … Continue reading Page 18.
The smoke rising from incense give me serendipity as I read psychology. Love is filling my heart, as I sit alone. The rose rising from in depth, transforms into lotuses, a garden. A place that’s fittingly, made for honor - My mind space, because it desires a partner... Still, I walk alone with friendships worth … Continue reading Page 17.
With the odds stacked against me. I felt as if darkness, I was entrenched in. With my world becoming pressed in, Came you who saved me... So many mediums I want to use in expression. Written songs turn into poetry, while love is basically owning me... There’s not enough that I can do, Thus, I … Continue reading Page 16.