MUSPIRATIONS

...what defines how we feel? Is it... The erratic swings between joys and pain. Or the proclivity to fill the void that drives us insane.. Is it the tears we cry within... When those we love finds no place for us to come in.. Is it the smiles of rejection.. Or the laughter forced to seek approval and attention. Is it the moments shared on grassy hills.. Where we look at stars and get goosebumps chills.. Is it the mercurial tendencies of anger.. In situations of gross frustration and hunger.. Is it the kisses in the midst of fireflies.. As two in romantic sway, levitate to paradise.. Is it the merriment of brokenness.. When intimate hearts loose the touch of tenderness.. What defines how we feel.. Is it the colors of our bare skin, or the color when it peels...? #rheotics All rights reserved. Oct 2014.

I lay on my bed.. In my bedroom of emotions.. Hugging my pillow.. With my brain signals flooded with affections.. Affections titrated with feelings of love.. from the instant i saw your face.. Smiling on my wall.. With tender glimmers of poignant grace... You've been adored by many men.. Guys and boys alike.. Stalking you to limelight.. While i sit from afar.. Watching and waiting in the distance.. For a moment i picture in my head.. A moment where the world fleets behind.. Into the shadows of our travails... And time to a still, stands. While our tears rest on the shoulders of comfort.. As we hug each other.. Into the realm of fantasies.. While your aura exudes a mystery.. Alien to men... They roam around you like bees to a honeycomb.. Waiting to sting with the fangs of gross jealousy.. Any who comes in close proximity And so i sit afar... Locked out from the rhythms of your grace.. Watching in the distance.. Hoping that you will.. From that clogged up world of yours.. ...

Pain is sweet pleasure.. From a perspective, A different dimension of view.. Pain is the feeling i feel now.. From deep within a heart. Bleeding for you. I have sailed upon the rivers of time walked through streets of memories Way far behind.. I have witnessed the death of love. A service of songs. Sung in honor of his unwavering sacrifice. Look through my soul Dear Goddess of grace Look through the arteries, the veins and the capillaries. That conveys the lava of love.. Burning within my skin.. A heart forged with lead so malleable you can bend and blend With the mallet of the pleasures of hurt, Pain, torture you solemnly enjoy in tears Hypnotized by your aura and charm i trust you will bring no harm to this heart, weakened by the fray gotten from past mistakes of yesterday Look through my soul Dear Goddess of grace Look through the arteries, the veins and the capillaries. That conveys the lava of love.. Burning within my skin.. A labyrinth of emotions floods the farm-fields of my so...

The hamattan season billows. Happiness on dry floors. As winter hides its joy in snows.. Blaming the seasons flaws.. The scented pale dust fills the air.. And reeks of manger birth.. When glory came down to forbear.. The price of sin and death. The eve of Christmas burns the sky.. With fire cracks of joy. Dancing with friends as we defy.. Sadness in gleeful coy. The chickens pray their lives be spared. For just another year. But without heed, their throats are seared, With knives that never care. Branding all items white and red.. We celebrate his birth. Of words written, in black and red.. 2000years on earth.. Let us then sing hymns of Christmas. For one who paid the price.. Who laid his life, that we might win. The war of sacrifice.