Real vs. Illusion

If I told you we will live forever

what would you say? Is our life here a wrinkled illusion?

I've been to the real Kingdom and

transformed into a new life of non-conformity and freedom,

a life where starving for another's touch disappears into blackness,

which collects a certain mystical presence that dense souls long to achieve.

The connection we once bathed in hung on wires that

lead us into temptation, forgetfulness, and a lack of action,

and now this new fuel pumping in my veins longs for God, knowing & giving.

But, our dance was sweet as our souls mingled above and below us,

embracing each level of communication we spoke from.

A thought severed the many possibilities of Unity between you & I.

The thought of d i f f e r e n c e,

forming a fence and leaking all sources from which we drew our Love.

I donated all my energy into plugging the leaking hole,

so the fire that we both brought to this Earth would grow. . .

now I hear whispers of your voice before I doze off into another world,

telling me to "hold on"

and the passion we ignited rumbles inside of me

as I dream of your embrace,

which competes with the hug of a thousands angels

that I rise to meet every night.

So do I forget this Earthly love and rise above the situation?

Or do I torture myself with memories that are still real inside my heart?

I fill the empty paper cup screams with chocolate and exercising,

so my mind is too tired to remember you and the chocolate soothes my broken heart.

I happened to trip on a rock filled with emotion,

but the path seems smooth now. . .

when you're not here, I tell myself it was all a dream,

and I continue to rise above Earthly cares.

I pray for the day when our fence does not exist

and you can meet me in a room full of angels,

who sing their chorus around us whenever I'm holding your hand.

Until then, I'll dream of your smile. . .

But just to make sure you know,

I fell because of your heart,

because whenever I closed my eyes when you hugged me,

I surrendered to Divine acceptance & Love,

so thank you for tearing down my walls. . .

the illusion is broken, and my Kingdom became brighter.

Blank Stares

Blank stares, like staring at a wall

I would paint your eyes green and rid you of the wallpaper,

Which hung for decades as a disguise that never wanted to change. . .

The same style operating from the mind

This room needs windows, decorated in ornate bliss

To let the light in that will form shadows to guide you.

Don’t settle in the corners of this dusty room,

Just fill it with a pure flame of light to drown out

The fluorescent rays of doubt,

Which captured your dull side of a personality. . .

Shine the windows and clear away the webs of chatter,

Clean your eyes with new ways of seeing,

So the stare you once gave me can now radiate for everyone.

Twin Flames of Indigo

Slip into the sink

cause it's filled with water by now.

Time let it accumulate.

A hue of blue settles at the bottom,

where I thought you were drowning.

A world without air turns perception upside down.

Bursting through my pores,

our water from the sink came to a surface of light.

Through the eyes of my pure nature,

the light transformed the blue hue into white and gold.

Now I'm tired, and the essence of myself is vibrating

into an abyss I've visited before in the ether of magnificence.

I thought I needed you to stay afloat. . .

your physical body, the thought of you, or your essence,

I don't know, maybe I do. . .

Because you're the only one in the room I see,

since your body is a light house,

carrying the illumination I see inside myself.

So, I'll breathe in my own essence,

and meet you at the bottom

because no one but you can swim so deep,

as deep as my soul goes.

I saw the blue and thought of you,

and while I waited, a messenger came by,

a mermaid swam by who asked for my patience.

She said you lived in deep waters already,

a place like Atlantis painted in dark hues of blue.

There I remained in the light of indigo,

waiting for the treading of your hands

to pull me deeper, back into the illumination

of the essence we broke from in the beginning.

Two souls ripped at the beams. . .

crisscrossing back into their double helix of light.

Understanding Love

A presence with no words, nothing to say to you,

an unmeasurable light of sound & beauty,

just pouring into your soul with an intent of connection.

It's a love no one understands,

yet it's the one everyone is looking for.

We cannot understand with the mind,

so our heart must open the door

to greet a long time friend,

one who knocks so frequently

to the beat of our heart.

A heart birthed from love,

living underneath the Earth,

constantly carrying us in her womb,

so we can experience each other

from our Father, our friend, our love.

Inside me exists a relationship of

Mother and Father, existing as one being.

I let them in and offered a place to stay.

Now they live inside my heart,

permeating and anchoring themselves

inside every cell and muscle.

Now I understand.

I am the Light, the Love, the Key.

Oxygen

I threw away my mind,

left it on your doorstep. . .

told you to use it as oxygen,

while the organs in your body shut down.

Cause all I am is a thought,

so I gave you health with words & love,

and solitude showed up with a knock at my door.

I opened it kindly, for fear of being rude.

Solitude kindled a little fire,

which seemed familiar,

like something I vibrated to before.

But this time it grew bigger inside my heart,

inside my gut. . .

This is where I felt your purity,

birthing yourself anew.

This tree of life was always there,

growing every day. . .

and in myself I saw you too,

expanding from a life you once knew.

The magic is there,

she opened me up,

mother earth cradling me through the air.

So, if you don't believe, that's okay. . .

I'll hold a space inside this magic box,

as I sift through your air.

Words of Distortion

Letters into words,

they become meaningless

when sleeping ears critique their form.

Every little curve. . .

definitions for minuscule cursive markings.

Endless days of this study turned my soul to mush,

or at least I thought.

For I fell deep into the earth

while I slept with no expectations,

looking around and realizing that my soul never left...

I was there the whole time,

birthing a new experience to later tell my mind,

but translations never came in pure form

because my soul speaks a language of its own.

It dances to the whistle of the wind,

and caresses itself in a circle of music,

which strings itself upon stairs of gold,

allowing me access whenever I please.

In a room occupied by organized chaos,

I transform my perception by falling,

falling deep into the earth again,

and rising up to meet my Self once more.

Then the scenery brightens & the people become pure,

leaving no trail of distortion in my mind.

LOVE

L cradles the O,

then V follows the crowd,

but E turned into Evolution,

and he radiated a love for everyone.

No more obsessed, emotional relationships

surrounded around the scent of another's skin,

or the way they fix your tea.

Once derived from passion,

now fixed upon the focused goal:

to light our soul's purpose

through healing the world

with our love.