u'd never understand

what is it with this crude, material world in which we live in? why must it all be a material gain! everything has to be named, separated, tagged, measured, and announced! why must our achievements be visible and tangible? no! i speak of a higher level of achievement, a feat that elevates us to the spiritual realm. i seek an conquest of the mind, of the heart, of the spirit. that which i seek cannot be seen with your materialistic eyes, cannot be felt with your brute hands, or devoured with your glutton mouth.

search for a truth

we search for a truth that we know not exists, even if we were to see it, to grasp it in our own hands, we would not know it. such fear i feel that we might have stumbled upon this truth, this treasure, this secret and have dismissed it.

would man be ready for it?
could we assimilate such a thing?
would it change us?

God! imagine having found it and not being able to tell it?

... this truth ...
if it were to exist, maybe it'd best be kept untold

what is what isn't

how to differentiate what is and what isn't.
to know what will engulf us with warmth
or what shall pierce through us

a bad choice could lead to conditioning of the mind,
a conditioning which leads to
fear, anger, and constant jealousy

how can i know what is and what isn't,
an imaginary blindfold holds me euphoric
while the world crumbles around me
a warm shroud covers me and i'm fooled

how can one know what is and what isn't?

to abdicate

i give up!
i relinquish all of me,
i give in to your soul.
i waive my heart to you
and yield all my emotions with it!

Ah! to surrender to another kiss,
to another embrace.
who wouldn't renounce themselves for it?
i give up a thousand times over

breathe love

A locket of brown golden curls, entwined in my stone grip. The brushing of my lips against your plush skin. The journey upwards towards your succulent mouth.

I breathe love for you.

The emptiness of the sound. The roar of the silence. An absence of plight. There are no puzzles in my life, as I lay beside you.

I breathe love for you.

A gentle squeeze, significant to my embrace. A simple thought crossing the neurons of my brain - “You are at home here.” I need no more, but you.

I breathe love for you.