we are beings of secrets and hidden things.

of deeper things than make up and trees.

of memories, thoughts and elements in our hearts.

which are kept in the depths and cellars of our minds.

waiting to scream and come out

the tree of faces

and i think everything in this world, dead or alive.
will have a face for you to read.
an expression for you to capture
and understand.
if only you open your eyes.

we're all just here. everyday. living. an attempting to get by. day by day.

nothing special. until you make it.

you take. you claim. you rape. you borrow.

what about those in between ?

i'm trying to trace that face into a name;
something i was familiar with.
something i used to touch and taste.

whisper your name into my ears again.

your beliefs aren't mine to hold, dictate and touch.
i can't believe.
it's ok. i will dream.

i know that the greatest part of me
is you.

i want you to want me
like sex on fire.

sometimes, i wonder if you're out there.
or if you even exist .

dear uncle, for you.

we were once soldiers.
of our youth, of our prime and our greatness.
we harnessed our abilities at our best and aimed for glory at its purest.

and then, the earth called our bodies back - turning it once again to dust.
and our soul heeded the Father's call - as we rode on the wing's of angels.

what we leave behind could possibly be more than a memory, but a legacy.
perhaps, more importantly, a story told and re-told over generations.

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the problem with emotion is that it is often beyond your own control.

for it is a matter of heart and not mind.

you can always tame the mind, but never the heart.

for it burns like a wildfire across the plains of grass.

you deal with emotion i guess with the rationality of your mind.

that, within itself is another obstacle on its own - which only the strongest are able to hurdle.

;ove

i think along the way, we forget that it was all about sacrifice. from and within ourselves.

here's how it simply goes.
you do not simply fuck with people in this case, me.
because i know how to fuck you back.

there are wonders.

the moment you desire to fall freely, you actually freely fall.
and you find yourself actually flying.

* i admire the natural architecture of the world. it is beyond the design of any man.

depot

the best manufactured lies are the ones you consume for yourself.

your eyes.

1 Cor. 27:
Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And he chose things that are powerless to shame those who are powerful.

the proud struggle to uphold the right before themselves and those around them.
they struggle to portray that truth within themselves; that is the reason you find them mocking those around and before them for acknowledging separate ideals.

they assume that they know better. they assume that their world is expanded with higher knowledge - but only, their eyes and beliefs have shrunken their world - disabling them from grasping a wider perspective of things. '

where do you stand ? above ? beyond ? or among ?

11 months.

but i believe in the person ; that is you.

these words.

i don't believe in this idea of love. this fabrication.
this subtle lie. this half truth.


if only you knew it too.

the night ride escape

the best part about 'the escape' is no one can catch you.
or possibly even find you.
not even you.

it's not about being there; but the journey of actually getting there.

please feel better. in mind body,soul, spirit.

there will always be healing. you just have to find it.

i want to rip this soul from the inside out.
and i want to see the sun for myself; not through the eyes of angels.

take my hand. i will show you.

maybe if i kissed you. we could turn back time. i want to go back in time. and i want to kiss you.

there is more credible strength of truth in deed than word.

the tapping sounds are like rain.

in this room.
they are all the same. slaves.
creating rain sounds.
tapping into access.
and i am no different.
but i want to be.

the modern plague is the one which infects the heart, soul and mind into a dillusion of perfection.
the plague weakens your soul, your confidence, your esteem, your courage, your thoughts, your mind, your cognitive capabilities to act.

in other words, it makes you less of you and it makes you more of someone else - those who you aspire on television, those who attribute success in wealth and great feats.

i think they always tell you that you're not good enough. so, you must be like him or her.

i think, maybe. stop thinking.
start looking at the right places.
start wondering about you.

so, who are you today ? were you the same yesterday ?
and will you be any different tomorrow ?

and these are the signs.

and if you give yourself over to death, you will die in your chains. like the rest of them; who refused to turn them in for souls.

nobody ever thought you'd be so beautiful. even when you fall.
even as you find yourself crashing down.

it's like shadows; without the make up.

one day, you will see that your eyes were always closed. but your ears were always opened

when we were dying.
it was like understanding what living meant.

the sin of two lovers.
the comparing of yours over his over him over hers over them.
you kill them all.

and then it was a blurry dream. uncertain and unreal.

talking .

hi. if you remember me.
i am the one where conversations began from nowhere. and happened between sunset and sunrise.
we had the blue night.
and all of it to ourselves.
where shadows and imprints of lights on trees on our walls.
the wind, the moon, the stars.

and the connection of telephone lines to cover us far.

everyday, someone you love decides to keep a secret from you.

there must be this secret place for our gathering.

what do you believe in ?

the construction of reality is abstract.

indeterminate

were you alive before you came into this earth or were you dead ?

and will you still be alive after you die or will you just die ?

i could love you. and i am a jealous lover.
i envy the sun - who embraces your skin.
the rain who finds himself burrowing under your clothes.
and the wind who forces himself upon you - running his fingers through your hair.
and your shadow - for he is always with you.
and the air you breathe - for she finds herself always close to your lips.

i want to be these elements. i want to be your element.
i could love you - for all that you are.