The significance of beauty is to realize it’s potential within yourself. The significance to love is to remind yourself daily as to what you’d like in return meaning, the respect that’s given towards one another, should be something that’s understandable, and a common ground, certain compromises that could also be compromised. The significance of life is to remain humbled and fortunate to have all that you have, and appreciate the endless opportunities that you obtain to love yourself, and others so deeply. The significance of forgiving is that you’ll never have to forget, you gain lessons everyday from every person you come across, and you grow the power to motivate yourself to become the better version of you, when you’re faced with dilemmas in life, big or small. The significance of taking kindness into consideration with any of the endeavors you run into with life, as well as people. The significance of silence when it’s your only solitude to redeem and feel yourself until every bit of stress is out of your way, even if it’s not an infinite moment. The significance to remind yourself that it’s better to love, than to fight. Last but not least, the significance to keep your mind balanced and to admit when your pride and ego get a hold of you. Coming to terms with someone else’s perspective is a great way to understand their point of view, instead of remaining narrow minded, and bitter. Understanding is hard, trying to push yourself out of your own comfort zone to understand is even harder. Hypethetically speaking, imagine if a lotus flower grew from dirt instead of shallow murky water, or mud, it would probably grow to bloom all at once as opposed to what it originally does, which is blooming pedal by pedal. It wouldn’t have such beauty to it, if it adjusted to dirt instead of mud and murky waters. Now conceptualize if an individual decided to grow like a lotus (hypothetically) there would be a better understanding between most individuals today. The significance of beauty is to realize it’s potential within yourself .
Baby lets skip town…
Baby lets skip town and see things we never saw before
And do things we’ll never do again
A place where no one at all keeps score
And knowing a friend of a friend is how we’ll get in
Baby we’re going…
Baby we’re going and I’m full of fright
We might get lost and never make it
Quiet down, the wolves hunt at night,
And a promise is a promise, don’t you ever break it
Baby we’re here…
Baby we’re here and I have no clue what to say
Other than things are still a mess
Oh we came all this way
When in all honesty,
we really should have never left
I feel like sometimes life is full of tentacles and these tentacles are commitments that we attach ourselves to over time and throughout our lives. These attachments have the capability to weigh us down eventually. That’s every promise inked in blood, deeper and deeper into the mud you go. That’s not to say that all commitment is terrible, and in fact, some build character and define us. But in the same breath I don’t want to be defined by the things I own on the outside, I want to be defined by everything I hold on the inside. It’s this beautiful gift called memories that really allow me to float when things feel too heavy. Even if I don’t have you, I had you. That’s what really matters. In life you’re supposed to get things right the first time, but more than likely the first time we won’t get things right. Maybe that’s where the idea of G*d comes in. In the mistakes and inherit nature of being human and how mistakes mean death for those we feel lesser than us, even sometimes those that look just like us. G*d can be many things to many people, but the concept of a higher power filling in the gaps to things we can’t fathom, process, or have answers to…
Her legs had a sort of dramatic touch around her knees, as if there’s too much muscle built around it. But I love it. It’s like she’s strong in her own way, with a certain specific body part of hers. Hypothetically I would’ve been all over her by this time, but it’s something about her that makes her different from the rest. She’s gold to me, her thick hair makes it difficult to not touch. It’s like once my hand is in there, I suddenly gain an addiction to her thrusting in what seems to be the softest grass. I knew she wanted me to touch her, but the way she inhales the blunt with each pull, she makes love to my mind. Her imagination runs wild, I mean, I could’ve poured all of the persuasions that I’ve used before, along with newly developed speeches filled with empty promises. But not her; not this one. She was too pure, feels things too deeply, it’s like she’s the sudden remedy to my numb being. In every way I can possibly think of.
“You’ve read all of those books huh? You must find the words on the pages as an outlet to interest your mind.” Speaking softly with angelic voice, I knew she would be expecting a well thought response.
“Yes, in fact if you’d like, you can borrow them and just bring them back when you’re done.”
“What makes you think I want to see you again?”
“Well, not really but I would like to see you a few more times. But if you’re not down with that, then that’s cool.”
“Well, guess I won’t be boring that book then.” She put forth a bit of a sarcastic tone to her voice that I know I cannot resist.
I couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She’s stubborn. I like it.
“You don’t have to take it like that, I’m joking with you, I want to see you again. Is that better?”
“It was good either way captain obvious, I knew you wanted to see me, you’ve been staring at me for a good 20 minutes. You want some more? There’s only a few pulls left.”
She passed me the joint and caressed my hand giving me goosebumps with her fingernails lightly scratching my hand. I finished it, and began to address her physically. Right before I went to take my pants off she says: ” I don’t mean to sound sleazy but tease me. I don’t want it if its that easy.”
I laughed and smiled at her wonderous dark brown eyes. I never thought a woman like her would ever exist in my life.
“That’s fine, shall I proceed to use my voice as a stimulation? I’m great at weird conversations and even better while using my fingers”
She let out to what seemed to me, a childlike laugh, filled with excitement and pleasure all mixed into one. I love this woman.
“Well let’s get this show on the road shall we?”
Faye Simone, she’s my gem.
I love you but…
The rent is due and
Rome is falling
And villages pillage
I’m in love.
I don’t know if I’ll get to you in time,
I pray on our future,
while they prey on our past,
memories into memoirs
Please never forget me.
There are so many ways to say I love you,
But what I really wish for is to never lose you
Sick, sad, cold and alone.
I see horrific things when I close my eyes,
But feel at home when you hold me.
Your love is out of this world,
And so are the others.
My soul rips apart heavy tears of hatred flowing through my eyes
Just the sight alone makes me wanna despise
Slightly hanging on to hope that I know I shouldn’t dare touch
Anger ripped my chest open preparing it for a punch
Having resentment for them is not a pleasant thing to face
Seeing the shadow of an image brings me disgrace
The thought alone keeps me shut
So when I find myself over heating all I can bring to my lips is “but”
But nothing, no worries, things will get figured out
My heart’s growing strong with wisdom that I don’t know about
Well, I know it, but I cannot see it
Trying to understand how one can tolerate so much bullshit
I’m not a person that can be patient for very long,
It gets tiring listening to that same “song”
I’m better than what I’ve been before
Try looking at another perspective trying to open a door
It’s harder than it looks, believe me you
Trying to be happy when it isn’t true
I’d be happy if things went how they were wished
So it’s just left in the water, like an unwashed dish.
Tea with lemon and honey should help out
Maybe with a little whiskey, and I won’t shout
Silence is my tranquility when there’s a raging fire
Not satisfied when I don’t see the evident desire.
Showing remorse can bring you to your knees, but I’d rather that be the case than to not have endearment for you. I’ve went completely numb due to the lack of love and brutality shown onto me; but you, oh you.
You bring me body trembles that keep me warm, instead of cold.
You’re everything I could’ve asked for and yet, I’ve come to terms that we both provide.
Come, the jazz sessions call your name along with mine
Stroke my strings, like the bass you call yours
Push your breaths on me and press my buttons like the trumpet you sing to.
Empower me, as I you.
Drink from me, as I you.
I promise, my lively liquids will keep you satisfied until you’re ready for more.
Thank you my love,
I wonder why we never learned law in school
Algebra and geometry for most kids who just worry about getting an annual raise based on their performance at what’s really just another job, diapers aren’t cheap and I think she’s cheating, I’m not sure
I wonder why they never teach us how to love, or not to divorce at the first sign of problems, why not teach us how to fall out of love too
Why not teach us about managing our money, saving more than you spend, how to be polite to other people and let things go,
They don’t teach us taxes or how to deal with dying from cancer, or how not to die from cancer
That even though u don’t want to, you still have to go
What about buying a car, a house?
12 years of school and when I graduate I don’t have any of the basic fundamentals that are required to be an average adult