Alone

A passion shared by one body,

An affair of one soul,

A love that belonged to one heart, 

And then I awoke,

After eternities of dreaming

And creating countless fantasies,

I found myself submerged,

Deep in starved desires,

Encompassed by oblivion,

In conscious unconsciousness,

I saw you far away in my delusion,

And wasn't sure if you were real,

Or an entity created by my mind,

An extension of the love in my heart,

A spirit made up by my soul,

Were you a light only seen by my eyes,

A passion generated in my veins,

A force growing out of my womb,

Arising from my love for the mysterious, 

Born from my willingness to explore the unknown,

Coming alive through my readiness to believe,

Were you a dream only dreamt by my mind,

A feeling only felt by my heart,

A love story only lived by my soul,

You were there when I awoke,

But we didn't awake together,

You were in a different dream,

A passion shared by my heart alone.

A.M

Energy Chords

My humble observation on energy chords between humans and the planet:

 The only thing we let go of is ourselves, Every other attachment is an illusion that comes with identifying with ego.

 Everyone has a choice, we choose to cultivate chords with others. 

 We often don't realize that there is a real live energy chord connecting us to everyone we care about and sometimes don't care about. 

 You see, even after we stop talking and seeing someone the chord can remain active, either by both or one person constantly feeding the chord and using it to send emotional thoughts. 

The chord must be cut, cut by our minds, our vision, our souls, we must envision the chord between us and them and literally cut the chord as we wish them love and peace and farewell. 

 Sometimes our thoughts are healthy, loving, forgiving, and other times they are packed with anger and hurt. 

Sometimes we send and receive negativity in the form of obsessive thinking, projections of blame and shame and other unhealthy illusions. 

 We must witness our thoughts and relax our minds, we must let negative thoughts go and create thoughts of love and gratitude. 

Fill your heart with love and you won't have space or tolerance for anything else. 

 Every thought you feed feelings to creates a real emotion, creates an emotional folder in your memory. 

Believing and identifying with hurtful, painful, hateful thoughts sets you up for misery every time you take that negative folder out and relive those emotions. 

It impairs your healing, sets you back. You can't stop what you think about but you can control what you create. 

If you don't create negativity you most likely won't have to deal with much of it, other than the people you come across. 

The most important relationship you have is the one with your divine essence, that's the relationship you must cultivate, that's the temple you must keep clean. 

Everything that you think and say can't be erased, you are energy creating energy with every breath you take. 

It is in your power to choose how you feel this very next moment and every moment after that. 

 You are a miracle, you could be anyone but you are you, and there's no one like you and there'll never be. 

Cherish the opportunity to experience this life, cherish your freedom, your canvas, your magnificent planet that gave birth to your species. 

Be grateful for the opportunity to love. This life is truly magnificent, filled with so many gifts, so much friendship, family, art. 

 We have a choice, whether to identify with unnecessary suffering or not. Creating compassionate thoughts, giving gratitude, allowing peace and contentment to overtake your heart, sharing your soul, connecting to life, feeling the world, the universe, cultivating, feeding positive emotion through the chord between you and all humanity, experiencing a compassionate, unconditional, passionate love.

 Letting go of ego, letting go of all fears, letting go of identity and labels. We are light, strength, power, we are magic. 

You are a shooting star flying across the sky, making your own time, shining bright across my heart, guiding my adventures through the driest deserts. I allow our connection, I feed you love and gratitude through our chord. 

 A.M

Angel

His head fits perfectly between my breasts, 

His hair feels like feathers between my fingers, 

I smell his skin and kisses and sweaty love, 

Bolts of light traveling through our bodies, 

Shocks of energy coming from his soul to mine, 

Life force cycling through our burning bodies, 

 And he tells me, "I felt it, going from me to you, I felt it", 

 He looks up at me and I lower my forehead to his lips, 

All mingled, breasts and face and lips and mouth, 

 Snuggling like angels cuddling in clouds of gratitude, 

The golden light and angelic embrace of a beast, 

 His legs are finely sculpted trunks of Madagascar baobab, 

 We talk about our desires, we share each other's dream, 

 We have moments of simultaneous clarity, 

 But for the most part we dream, we dream. 

 A.M

Who are you?

Who are you, 

striking me with your fierce gaze, 

looking upon me with curiosity and vulnerability. 

Who are you, inciting rebellion in my heart, enticing my soul with lustful offerings.

Heaven has a house for you, 

illuminated creature, enchanting with endearing songs and lustful pleas. 

From which realm did your alchemist soul emerge, breaking your way into my heart with appealing confidence, Piercing my soul with fearless honesty and mighty arrogance. 

 Fear, stirring in my chest, at the sight of your presence, at the sound of your advances. Terror, frightening me so, taking hold of my hopelessly romantic soul. 

 I know I mustn't consent to empty requests, but what of the joy, the euphoria, the love ballad playing in my chest at the thought of laying my head upon your lap. 

 Sweet pain, to miss your sweet presence; Bittersweet sorrow, to kiss you goodbye; Overwhelming despair to think I might not see you again. 

 Where do you wonder, so fair but far away. To the sun I look and to Apollo I pray, that you might find your way to my humble stay. 

 Descendant of Dionysus, you make merry my soul. Sweet beast, my infatuated heart implores, your rigorous hands to cover my skin, your passionate touch to please my fantasies. 

 When we kiss my soul escapes my body and I float free, my spirit takes flight and follows wherever you lead. 

 Most glorious presence, such comforting peace you grant me, nothing but pleasure and contentment, nothing but love resting upon my chest. 

When I hear your graceful steps approaching, 

 when I'm certain our lips are soon to be touching, 

when you embrace me; 

Venus takes ahold of my soul, 

 my euphoric heart trembles beating wildly like a drum, 

And I'm willingly taken hostage into your lustful realm. 

 I faint into your arms, as if under a spell, enchanted by Aphrodite herself. 

I surrender my love to you, as your goddess, your mistress, your nymph, your muse, your lover, your friend, whatever you fancy me as. 

 As long as you look upon me with endearing, longing eyes, as long as I feel sweet loving affection in your touch, as long as your body burns with intense desire for me, as long as you call me with passion and fire in your voice, I'll remain loyal to your body, faithful to your heart, devout to your soul. 

 A.M

Music

Listening to bach piano, Each click of the keyboard pulls strings at my heart, For in every key there is intense passion and emotion, I feel every push, every press, every deep stroke, Hands and finger tips pushing on my heart strings, Creating dramatic sounds, painting invisible pictures, Anxiously inviting you to create your play, Symphonies take you closer to your soul, They lift you up off the ground, Music makes our hearts float. 

 A.M

 

Unisun

Like feathers hanging from an angel's wing,

Like thick soft strands on a stallion's skin,

His hair hangs heavy on my breasts, 

Covering my face and mouth and tongue, 

We're never sure whose hair we're kissing on,

And his hands are guided to my pleasure,

 

The right movement and rhythm traveling my body,

And I kiss the boy because I can't do anything else,

To look into your beach eyes and not kiss your lips, 

I don't think either of us are capable of that, 

A kiss that holds on my tongue spreading my cheeks,

A kiss that stretches our faces forming one desire,

My tongue lingers between your lips,

Moving up your neck and spine I kiss your mind,

You bleed light through your smile and envelop me,

You call out my name and I'm disposed to call yours,

Sweet dancer and composer of tantric symphonies, 

Play my body for hunger hurts the fanciful mind,

And a goose like me does not let go of one of its kind.

A.M