Adrift From You

The oceans know no bounds to the fury set in my heart.

I go day and night longing for your sweet embrace. My cup offering infuses me with worry that you’ll leave and never come back. Now sorrow buries me lovesick.

In my own wonderful imagination, we are united again traveling along the seasons in love. How vast is the ocean of love that set a path for victory? Adrift You render me solid grazing along the waters with delight. Thinking of you makes me strong.

My heart races forth to reunite with you again. On that great day, when we gather into company our love will shine together once more and my soul will be in heaven.

 

 

 

Collaboration Vs. Opposition 

The roses that bloom in the Spring are as vibrant as the winter snow, all is in preparation for illustrious summer days.

When the rain comes flooding down it also works is in collaboration with the earth. As the Earth sings its delight the rain penetrates its gift into the ground. The plants too rejoice as nature takes its imaginative course into our reality.

How wondrous it is to see how the world around us takes its place in order resolving into its own beauty outward.

Humanity has its unique connection to the visible world.

In humanities thoughtful aspirations it can seek unity together as being one in the open air. blooming like the rose and settling like the snow all in preparation for blissful summer days in the light of love and happiness.

In humanities thoughtful aspirations it can seek unity together as being one together in the open air. Sprouting like the rose and settling like the snow all in preparation for blissful summer days in the light of love and happiness.

It is then as one like a blooming rose and as the settling snow, all can wait in preparation for blissful summer days in the light of love and happiness.

Source: Collaboration

Bittersweet Reels

The taste of remorse fills her tongue with the cold harsh truth.

Every day seems to sour after her twin flame of tomorrow.

Weeping her spirit cries, “Why can’t we be together again?”

The memory returns it was the hour of time when the truth ran free only to be caught and covered up with lies.

In the shadows, she wandered lost trying to keep sane with her sensational ambition to win.

Yet, still on that day the sun set and the moon arose. With the moon shining below dreadful deeds were done against the soul.

Outside that furious night, she lived smiling hoping that at forgiveness door she could meet her freedom from the pain.

She knocks…

Offering forgiveness she lingers there until bitterness showed up to whisper to her that it would not leave until her heart was free and healed.

Day and night she was tormented with thoughts unkind. Her heart filled with pain and want.

In the pool of her tears, she remembered the words whispered to her by bitterness. Suddenly she arose from where she lay, looking up at the shining full moon of the night ‘s sky she released bitterness from her heart to the air.

In that silence all was not lost as she regained her healing letting go of all the crumbs of energy left behind from bitterness. she left the house of forgiveness smiling. For the first time in a long time, she felt free.

In the light of the day shining upon her beautiful face, she left the house of forgiveness smiling. For the first time in a long time, she felt free.

 

Source: Bitter

Roots The Sequel

Act I, Scene I

Near the Dark side of the New Moon. Upsetion and Warlock sit with each other on the ground as they begin to converse.                                                  

Upsetion. It wasn’t fair now, was it? How life dealt its final blow to our impending dreams by shattering them into what seemed to be a thousand and one pieces. Was this broken realization a gift in disguise that faltered?

Warlock. It wasn’t meant for you anyway. Cast your shadows down. You’re not meant to be where you are. If you were even the least bit hostile you could really be a vivid imagination gone wrong. Why do you spend time questioning your reality anyway? Give in to your sense you fool.

Upsetion. There must be a way out of this misery. I shall search within and find it.

Warlock (Smirking with a resounding laugh).Then search you disillusioned fool! What do you think and feel yourself to find? Misery most likely with hurtful results that prove your faults for fantasy.

Upsetion embarks on a journey into the unknown. Traveling all over the moon until the day the illumination of the full moon reaches its peak. Upsetion stops suddenly and Upsetion’s soul softly whispers its truth.

Voice (Whispering softly close to Upsetion’s Heart) You have left your home and now you are here in the now of time. What is that you want?

Upsetion. (Nervosly whispers back to the voice) I…I want to be free…

Voice.Then believe that you are. Do you believe? How does it feel to be free? what do you see?

Yes yes, I believe then. It feels…It feels…Fantastic…I see my dreams I’m there living them it’s so…it’s so beautiful. I’m so happy…

Smiling Upsetion slips into ecstasy and falls to the ground.

Voice.There…you are no longer Upsetion you are, Citrineyes. A new name for a new way of being. Now rise up and live free.

In shock and awe, Cirtineyes arises no longer Upsetion but believing and feeling to be Citrineyes. Suddenly warlock appears as the moon slips into a waxing pose.

Warlock. (Shockingly looks with wonder at Citrineyes) What have you become Upsetion!?

Cirtineyes. (Smiling) I am free.I am free warlock. Can’t you see? The fool is free.

Warlock. (Angereily stares around Citrineyes) No! I don’t see anything.

Citrineyes. (laughing) It is no matter if you can see me free Warlock or not because I can. My dreams are now realized brought into a crystallized form.

Citrineyes then happily then walks away from Warlock knowing that his dreams have been fulfilled.

Source: Roots

The Harmony of Our Instrumental Art

In our visions, we see better days and a brighter tomorrow for all that rests in our passionate art of our own wonderful human imagination.

We are that imaginative muse, aren’t we? That fairytale alive we call life.

Summer days call in the rebuke of all that live shining in like a stable objection to death.

Day by day we seek, we sour, and in that hour of demise, we see clearly the story of us.

Illusions can mask intentions but those who eventually find the substance of truth can see past any pending doubt that looms.

It is together we blissfully sustain our abundance of love in the classic art of infused collective consciousness.

In harmony, we graze the sands of indifference and reach the peak of peace triumphant.

We are all unique souls possessing instrumental talents that allow us to play our own tune thriving for our own pitch in the symphony song called, life.

We all serve a purpose and contribute greatly to the song each in our own way. Hence, there is never one too many for all play their part in time and in with necessity.

As a beautiful distinct harmonious tune, sharing and caring our gifts life becomes that much more interesting.

Source: Harmony

FAQ About Chuckle

The best is yet to come they say…

The bounty is there but where are the spoils?

In the darkest of days, minds ponder what the heart already knows.In the fool’s mind, each cherished night casts the light of the moon to guide the way to our sustainable illumination.

In the fool’s mind, each cherished night casts the light of the moon to guide the way to our sustainable illumination.

So what then shall we do to get our fill of amusement?

Chuckle more with vigor at the course of our direction. Then in perfect time joyously laugh our heartbeats away into the abyss of humor.

Why then should we let our playfulness end without living with enjoyment? Our answer resonates at the peak of purpose that rests in our own desired decision.

Seriousness meets chuckle while chuckle meets the actor’s laugh.

Source: Chuckle

Summer Bliss

Every moment should not be wasted I was told in the dark night where the soul asks all these mosaic questions.

I took a peddle of a rose and licked it into my senses taking each moment as a blade of grass into my consciousness.

A beast or an angel is what renders itself grounded in my spirit awaiting its release.

Thoughts subjected to tones of adverse setting enter into the minds eye gentle like a lover penetrating lover.

Those who await the bounty of the rich are left hopeless in their own cry and desert imagination of their cause.

All within the battling ground of the mind the soul weeps for its return to its desire.

Infused with casting tones memory disputes its rousing states in reflection of our own inner play.

Stages are confused when we don’t see a clear view of our power to create, to live and to love.