Fade, fade, fade away. You're my seabrim, my escape. Fade, fade, fade away. Mercy, mercy, mercy jaded.
Like a deck of cards, four way part. Clubs, diamonds, spades, and hearts. Like a game of poker, I must win. But faded, I am. Another hand.
"Deal, deal, dealer— again."
I'm faded between paper and pen. Lost in efforts between seven and twelve, my deck is exposed, nothing but spades within.
I begin to sweat and don't know why. The color jade wells inside, like envy or fear. Fade to an escape (a bottle, a container, a rusty blade— a mirror, a love, disregarded mistakes).
Like the trees, I breathe, intake. Oxygen purifies my soul, faded away. One in four, I'm left on a table exposed. A spade in a sea of love, luck, and nobility. I am left pointing to the skies, irregardless of faith.
Faded, faded, faded away.
No more jaded, I'm my own escape.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Monday, November 17, 2014
On love.
There comes a point when you learn the difference between types of love. Protective parental love, heart-stricken/gut-wrenching love, soul nurturing love, the true friendship "I'll kill them if they ever break your heart" love, and then self love. There comes a point when you need all of these types of love to grow into the last and most important of the list, self love.
Immerse yourself in it.
Immerse yourself in love. Immerse yourself in hate. Immerse yourself in the complacent transitions of spirituality, society, the ever-changing memoirs of what you are and what you create.
Be present.
Be one with nature. Be one with love. Be one with whatever strikes your heart and gives you the swelling feeling that makes you want to cry tears of joy and throw up at the same time because it's something that, in the depths of your soul, in the deepest and darkest crevices of your soul, you know where your purpose lies, you know your worth and can understand that, in the end, you are the only person who can make yourself feel a certain way. You create the intensity of emotions and the vibrancy of your own aura.
Feel every emotion.
When you cry, cry to the point of exhaustion. Heart broken? Cry, curl up, grab her shirt and inhale what's left of her existence. Feel your heart break, and feed into the intensity. Let it create you. Let it pull you down to the point where the world is worthless, the world has nothing left for you. To the point where you didn't know you were capable of experiencing that amount of pain. Let it create you. The deeper you feel hurt, the higher you feel love.
Immerse yourself in the free spirited gypsy version of life. Appreciate beauty in the world, blissfully be one with the waves, land, trees, and seas. Life is about love, each and every type. Feel love in the world, feel love in yourself. Feel love in your passions, create your own life's will.
In the end, we are love. Atoms of descent, spewed across the world, coming together to form ideas of expression depicted by the idea of self worth. Flocking together based on the idea that when created, our immaculate souls were bound together. Our responsibility is finding our bound souls.
Find your bound soul, you will find love. Find love, you become one. Become one, you will feel emotion. Feel emotion, you will experience bliss. Experience bliss, you will find yourself. Find yourself, find love.
On love, go on.
Immerse yourself in it.
Immerse yourself in love. Immerse yourself in hate. Immerse yourself in the complacent transitions of spirituality, society, the ever-changing memoirs of what you are and what you create.
Be present.
Be one with nature. Be one with love. Be one with whatever strikes your heart and gives you the swelling feeling that makes you want to cry tears of joy and throw up at the same time because it's something that, in the depths of your soul, in the deepest and darkest crevices of your soul, you know where your purpose lies, you know your worth and can understand that, in the end, you are the only person who can make yourself feel a certain way. You create the intensity of emotions and the vibrancy of your own aura.
Feel every emotion.
When you cry, cry to the point of exhaustion. Heart broken? Cry, curl up, grab her shirt and inhale what's left of her existence. Feel your heart break, and feed into the intensity. Let it create you. Let it pull you down to the point where the world is worthless, the world has nothing left for you. To the point where you didn't know you were capable of experiencing that amount of pain. Let it create you. The deeper you feel hurt, the higher you feel love.
Immerse yourself in the free spirited gypsy version of life. Appreciate beauty in the world, blissfully be one with the waves, land, trees, and seas. Life is about love, each and every type. Feel love in the world, feel love in yourself. Feel love in your passions, create your own life's will.
In the end, we are love. Atoms of descent, spewed across the world, coming together to form ideas of expression depicted by the idea of self worth. Flocking together based on the idea that when created, our immaculate souls were bound together. Our responsibility is finding our bound souls.
Find your bound soul, you will find love. Find love, you become one. Become one, you will feel emotion. Feel emotion, you will experience bliss. Experience bliss, you will find yourself. Find yourself, find love.
On love, go on.
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