Love doesn’t live in digits it surpasses age, transcends boundaries, forgets time. Numbers are numbers. Never be afraid to love.
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~Tongues’ of Fire~
The power of love A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love our goal
The power of love
We walked the isle
Prisms of light
Angelic smile
A King
A Queen
Long ago
Exist
Once below
Now above
A sky-scraping dove
Incarnated in flight
A fleet of kneeling knight
I’ve searched the castle
Looking for you
There……
Flame on, burn desire
Love With tonges of
fire
Come to Me
Prism of light
Ceilings of gold
History of us always be told
Come to me my sweetest friend
Can you feel my heart again
I’ll take you back where you belong
And this will be our favorite song
Prisms of light
Coronations plight
I put up no fight
Two lands join as one
Our life had just begun
Ceilings so high
I feel you draw nigh
From beyond long ago
I’m always stepping fast
You’re never far behind
This heavenly past
How this cosmic dance Devine
Can make time so unkind
Come to me with secrets bare
I love you more so don’t be scared
And when we’re old and near the end
Well go home and start again
With the power of love
A force from above
Crowns of gold
Our story so old
Lifetimes come each century
Can it capture yet again what was you & me
Flames of desire
Love with Tongues set a fire
Come near to me my love
Purge our soul
Make love our goal
The power of love sets
Eternally my love
Each lifetime fades it fast
Make our love of long last
Purge each lifetimes soul Make love our goal
Flames of desire
Set tongues of fire
Come to me best friend
Come sing our song again
May we never end
Lifetimes reign
one day again lay claim
Long may we Reign
Passionate desire
Set tongues of fire
Eternal flame
Loves other name
Play the chess game
Checkmate Sire
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire~
Not for Reproduction
~NJM~
~What Defines You? Poetic Thoughts for the New Year~
What Defines Us?
I seem to leave little things at important places.
My things find their way back.
Yes I gave my things personality , Feeling, being therefore I use the word “their”
Why? I see those objects as remnants of me.
Our things ? Does certain objects you have define you?
Does your car define you?
Your home?
Your special collections of themes?
Your purse?
Wallet?
Cloths?
Music?
Others…. friends?
Or does God define you?
Your spirit, your cosmic master?
I would like to say that my God and spirituality define me.
Lately I’m stagnate, without inspiration, dry.
I began to think what defines me? In Defining me I realized things, little things and my mistakes, my own guilt, my lack of forgiveness for myself and others are defining me.
In this upcoming year I want to break free, I want to reach goals. However,
We are our worst critic. In your head both the judge and jury convict you daily, hourly.
The funny thing is we are forgiven. On the basic principle of grace, benevolence of God or what you believe to be God your positive love that resides in you since your birth. The light .
I find in observation that often We let others define us? Then we have our personal critic in our head condemning us on a second by minute basis. So does…..Our possessions do they define us?
Our past?
Why is the future so hard to see?
Goals hard to reach?
Even love, self love so hard to find? To define us.
……. leaves only an expression of the unique difference and evermore the commonality of what is you and what is me.
I find my words have weight after they’re read, planting seeds, leaving questions…..
Poetic thoughts
From my bipolar mind, my
PTSD summoned by panic attacks reaching depths of me I didn’t know existed.
Mercurial is a word to describe me in many ways.
Describe. Is describing also defining?
I think so, add that to the list.
A never ending list
That evolves
Changes each second
Each breath.
Leaving us a question that begs an answer as the New Year approaches. For me the New Year is also the day of my birth, as well as the day my Dad died. I find meaning , I find signs from that experience that defines me in many ways each year. The New Year… my birthday is bitter sweet, because it reminds me that my Dad is dead, gone, and he made his exit out of this existence on the very day that I began mine. The day that everyone makes New Year resolutions that will in many ways define you. I pray the upcoming New Year brings rebirth and prosperous healthy harmonious life to you, in doing I ask what defines you?
~Him~How, Where & When?~
Waking up thoughts all scattered. Once fully awake and gathered, she immediately feels the restless energy he emits… who else can feel him? I am the only one he keeps hidden yet I live in his mind, beat in his heart, swim in his blood.Know what? he does the same to me.
Life is not merely a series of meaningless acts or consequences. No oh no,you see…Life is but a tapestry of events that culminate into an exquisite sublime plan. May it slowly unfold into what is you and I. May we turn and spiral in the cosmic dance the one that brought us together by a planned chance~
~Take Me Now~I’m Yours~
As dusk approaches
Our lips touch briefly
Jumping up I run
Waiting for you to chase me
Through this field of green
Sun glistening off distant oak trees leaves
The fall breeze
Flows around
Find me
Tackle me
To the ground
Kiss me again
Harder more forceful
Bring me closer
As your hands flow
Over my curves
Taste me
I give in
Passions explodes
Fireworks and confetti
Seem to……..
Paint the atmosphere
You took me down
And in your arms and heart may I
Always be found ~
NJM~
~The Past~
I pull away. You’ve hurt me. There is nothing that will ever heal it completely.
My soul is dim, all due to him… You.
But all in all I love you too.
Love doesn’t live in digits it surpasses age, transcends boundaries . Number are numbers. Pick one.
That simple~Always.~
Ttys.
Destroy the Destroyer
From
https://andeverythingisbeautiful.wordpress.com/
Check out his blog great work!
This Art I write that no one reads,
it’s Lucid
it can’t be any clearer
Wake up,
destroy your destroyer
right there in the mirror
Seems we fear the
worst
when in fact
the best is true
Come on wake up
it’s 9:22
in the am
in this new life you want
My Art is free
it can tease
and
taunt
Yes
or it can
scare
and haunt
Destroy your destroyer
Stand up for your rights
Lonely gets lonelier
when you add up all these nights
you spend alone
on your phone
taking pictures
sending texts
Baby I know you better than you know yourself
it’s all tied back into sex
Tied back to childhood
tied back to who you are
destroy that demon won’t you
finally become the shining star
God had intended,
God had planned for you to be
The Mirror is my ART
Lucid
Look
see
~To My Dad
To my loving Dad Nicholas John Moncada 12-15-31 to -1-1-2003 Love my Dad~ Greatest man I’ve ever known~ probably the only reason I truly understand love. That man loved me no matter what I did, he stood behind me through so much, and always always believed in me~ before he died he said “honey we wanted you to be a boy, but I thank God above your were a girl .
So glad you turned out to be a girl”
You live on, in me, and my son I named after you.. Last name and all~Nicholas Moncada !
You are greatly missed~
~You Make Me High~
You make me high
Better than drugs
You are my drug
My heart races
Pupils dilated
Head feels light
I soar above others
My feet not touching ground
10 feet tall
You make me so high
I need nothing else
Completely fixated
decorated with delight
A treasure
trade my world
Being in yours
I stay there
In this magnificent existence
I have no inhibitions
No doubt
Just pure
Crazy
Out of control
High brought by your attention your love
Nothing I could collect or own
Makes me high
Not like you do
Let’s run off together
Soar above
Never returning
You make me high
~Love & Hope Left the Building~For Real~
There is a pain so deep the words escape my lips I have not uttered these words because they don’t exist.
My world has been torn and shredded for far to long and my head is full of hellish memories that won’t leave my mind alone.
Peace might come visit me but on a random schedule. No matter what day you see me out in public you would never know, because I wear my mask well. Smiling. Underneath crying.
For the very first time in my life all of the love, care, and selflessness all the good human qualities seem to be seeping out of me.
I cry out to God to take me, but I get no answer. So God where are you? If you read this and believe in God pray for me my life.
I’m not Robin Williams, not Whitney Houston, Prince or the latest tragedy. I’m like a storm out there in the nothingness brewing and has been for years.. If TIRED has ever been the only word to describe this or the condition of “can’t take no more.” Then how sad our human language is to not tap beyond boundaries to explore the truest meaning of that word. All I do is utter sounds as I cry out.
Oh death I care not of your sting! Sting the shit out of me, oh darkness go …….go gently in the night and take me with you, or give me courage to do as I’ve spoken of and thought of countless times.
I had many dreams and outcomes I once hoped for but after the scrutiny of this thing I call my life
All those dreams are dead as is my hope.
Call me a coward, pathetic or anything you wish. I don’t care I only wanted love just someone who loves me for me and wouldn’t hurt me but hold me. That does not exist. At least not in my world, not as I need.
Bipolar Tapestry~Poetic Thoughts 