#yang

One is not the other…

One is not the other

Flip flopped in feelings

Overwhelm at the dichotomies

….these endings and beginnings

Alphas and omegas,

These alpha males and empaths

These narratives you adhere to keep ur image.

Underneath the veil is something more real

Yet one is without the other

flip flopped in feelings

Which one is fulfilling my basic needs

Or my royal status

Place me as you see fit creator

I prefer both

As I am an infinite broadband kinda

vibe,

that vibrates in 547 hz where the octaves

providing my balance

Where’s the balance in one is not the others

May I ask why do I have to choose?

Is there an infinite amount of souls out here to touch me just where my funny bone needs entertaining?

Or is the safety net much more securing in securing the the applications I have for myself?

What I sufficed

What you misused is what I sufficed.
What I thought was true was a complete lie.
I tiptoed around your metaphors
And did a rain dance in your convincing cries.
Why God must I be such an advocate of love?
It’s not my ally.
It carries the heaviest weight.
But you mirrored it as light as a feather.
Ill do anything for you,
From being your personal hoe, to planting seeds
that needs to grow,
Yet you secretly wish I wasn’t so fast,
And I wish I wasn’t so slow.
So in essence, I became your muse.
Or so I thought.
I’m simply amusement to you.
So now it’s a selfish brawl,
In which we started walking before we crawled.
You use me to sharpen your saw,
& I’m left with the indignant features
Of a broken law.
My heart swells for you as yours deflate.
Yes this can be classified as ying and yang
but this is a state of belligerency
Like Chad and Sudan.
These thousand paper cranes illustrating my broken
heart flies in a distance of time where can’t relive.
Then I see you, the dove, flying free.
Same doves that’s used for funerals.

Love formation…

Love is this engulfed feeling that simply takes over your being..
Without permission.
Can’t breathe, sleep, need, nor want until I’m back to you.
The perfect submission.
There’s no ceiling with us because we know there’s a sky.
Yet there’s remission.
Clinging onto each other, please baby cling to me.

True humility is what your heart is comprised of.
I’m flying…
Surge straight to my soul, you know God is love…
Equivate timing.
There are no restrictions with my butterflies in my stomach.
Ur my enlightenment
This fear of mine has vanished. I want to go get lost.

See what I’m trying to say is that the ying and yang of our energy is too damn real.
Uninhibited.
I’ve never knew the sun could feel so good while the moon builds our foundation
Lets digest it.
Birds churping to our lovely cohesive bodies while its touched by the sweet taste of the wind.
Lets live it.

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