#soulsearching

We got off………

Finally the day has come…

They wanted some time…

Time we thought was on our side

The side that’s sunny side up

20,000 Beautiful mornings

And gorgeous leafy filled Tapestries hanging on our memories.


He clearly wanted some more time.

At least a few more years

A few more soulful gazes in our passionate eyes,

A time where we will feel recognized.


To receive the most deep-felt touches that weren’t physical,

this ultimate feeling.

Deep down in your intensities….

Where your souls protector presides,

keeping your life force alive.


We want it So desperately.

But damn it means putting down how I lived my entire life…

a life that never felt quite like this.


What is behind these masked intentions full of bliss?

Or why question something so damn real?


and we see it but we didn’t believe in it….


So time caught the remnants of mistakes mistaken in our ego.

The ride has stop.


We got off.

Time begets time

And now the reality hits us with full of mediocrity.


Scared of the oceanic tidal coming to whisk you

away into a beautiful unknown. Why don’t you

dare take this ride?


Oh dear. Fear.


Fear skips the part of your life that has fast

heartbeats when you hear footsteps of a

familiar stranger or….


diving into all our nodal moods that are

ultimately our Purpose in living…


Yet we choose fear. A fear of feeling like an

eagle soaring from the hanging arctic oak trees

feeling the heat of the sun on its wings that

surmises a beautiful soul like yourself.


Yet and still….


It’s a connection that is an universe in its illusory time spheres

Where no one comes dare near

When the energy of your souls meet

That’s when you just knew.

What more proof do u need?

Sometimes we caught up in karmic

residues,


So time wasn’t on our side.

And the struggle on whats apparently deepening deep within my seed of life

Is a great place to just reside there

Or perhaps

even die there.

This December cold 

December cold brings on this aesthetic soul as crazy psyche behaviors caught in a web are traveling down unknown roads.A feeling of pain resonates here.
The chill factor is below zero matching my eye reaching soul windows.In dire need of a superhuman hero,

No one comes to save this day.So there is this bathroom mirror.

Acting by day and troubled by night,this December cold is going to rock me to sleep at night.

Not mentally feeling too well but my third eye still has its sight.The eerie feeling that I’m being put at bay until we reach new heights.

Searching for my soul to be fed, I find comfort in the food of thought.

Is this world really worth my energy? Do we all need love like we say we do? Is there really someone out there with the purest of hearts?

As I continuously feel this subconscious pain in my diaphragm as if it’s a board full of darts,I wonder if I’m carrying the worlds pain with me or just my own.

This December cold is one chilly one, living out my dreams out as if I finally won,yet the tears in my eyes feels like I lost a big one. 

Praying I get out this season alive for only this universe knows my truest intentions,therefore I should trust it will work its way out of me. 

Until then I must bear this cold on my own, this tragic lonely feeling of knowing I’m all by myself is a little frightening.

A room full of people and I look around and only see a distance.

My scarf securely fastened around my neck from frostbitten individuals, I try to discern what’s right.