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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Unexplainable Ecstatic

Cower as I shout your name from the rooftops
The ache of isolation sets in to draw me to blurt expressions of sacrifice
Although I want nothing more than your patience, I want that smile…
Your contentment would be my pleasure
Can we be the idiom of what my core is?
Can I just see…everything
I see you in me, while longing to bring it out- I know I cannot.
I grieve the loss of familiarity and the desire for a grasp intensified as I closed my eyes for a night of restlessness.
Yearning is wrong, right?
Speak to me- to tell myself that the desire will be fulfilled shortly and cease existence
Not just the corporal connection,
I want to meet your soul at the door and bid it farewell as it enters the disquieting effects of my essence.
Is it possible that I could be…
You are an unspeakable desire

Thursday, October 12, 2006

The 5 Commandments of Dating

I read this article http://www.christianitytoday.com/singles/newsletter/mind61011.html it gives some very good information that I just had to share on dating. I think that if read by both sexes there may actually be some relationships out there that could stand the test of time, lol.
But read it, it may save you thousands of dollars!

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

My Post from Empirical Mysticism-Bravenet

This is my porn as the sunrises off my mountain peak into the blue above
The glance you provide bounces off my soul and beats within the warm flowing flight of my imagination.
How ideal of you to be so…
Anticipation builds as the hour draws me near to you…Can you feel it?
I can be extremely fanatic when it comes to your voice… breath upon my lower extremities
And you know this…
I can’t contain the pleasure that it provided with an utterance- yet you have become familiar with me so well, how?
In this experience of education, I am the pupil. So teach me.
What delight!
Warmth…your passion derives from your soul of thought, and I am pleased.
This is yet another magnificent design…
My heart races at a mere consideration of indecency.
Touching without a touch, and now I am weak.
Bring me your depth, your perception as your glance touches my soul- I can no longer bear, so now, I must release.
And I can’t wait until…your glance touches me- indecently.

Read the threads for this post by clicking on the title, as they are sure to bring forth that much needed inspiration that will open doors...
This will also bring clarification as to the meaning of what I wrote here. But I just had to share this with those that read my blog.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Loss of dominance

I detest those feelings.
Why must I conclude the negative when I know nothing of the actual?
I swear my psyche is torn on things to bring discomfort- yet perseverance prevails!
Trusting is an attribute that I long have struggled to afford, because I cannot control.
I swear on these things that must be costly to life- to let go…
Keep on-step ahead of those…to that which is detrimental, but keep close.
My mind runs ramped through thoughts of…disclosure.
I cannot control.
Breathe fickleness absence.
Like warriors in the field, I crave to be the last standing.
I scrap and struggle with myself to be the victor of…me.
I feel small, minute even- still frustrated.
I cannot control.
I have little patience for the things of this life,
The clock and I are not acquaintances.
I cannot control the fears or desires of my heart,
Those things that plague bad breath upon me and shudder at thoughts of my victory.
My essence, all that is me is ramped.
“I no longer am, but I am becoming…”
What! Thoughts of indiscretion and patterns or habits, hard to break.
Do I misguide my heart into fortitude? Is it misguidance?
How well would one know the tell-tell signs of… gratification
My spirit soars when being blessed with presence- but will it after time
Will what trust that I have built be broken? What prosperity I have built up?
Or will you complement, balance and match with… all?
You know the clock and I aren’t friends,
And don’t want to make hasty selections
How intimidating, me.
I can’t do but the stomach the loss of…control.
My emotions of time and space and…well, rationale
I can no longer wait, I want this have since I seen it-but…
But…
I cannot control.