What We Are (In the Dark)







Deeper darkness lurking in the twilight,

Murky depths, rejected by the sunlight.


Monsters creeping in the dark, 

Gleaming eyes filled with savagery, 

Mouths filled with glistening teeth.


I have walked amongst apparitions. 

I have faced demons and gods. 

No foe or ally is greater than myself.


The split, the divide, is as

Different as day and night, 

Greater than the space


Between the darkest point of the ocean

And the stars. We exist

Between the realms.


Aware of both, grasping one, 

Fearing the other,

When nothing truly exists. 


For what is the self other than

A collection of thoughts, 

Of ideas, a ghost?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I should be writing an essay for my english class right now. 

This happened instead.

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small, medium or large?





 it isn't that 


anyone's mind 


is being read


that  just isn't possible


same as blue 


isn't red




but it's because


when you're close


to the universe's needs


what you ask will 


be answered


wrapped up gently


in love's seeds






patience must be learned


the guidance can be thin


you can't rush it you have to wait


for it to surface from within






9:46 AM 7/6/2013










Author's Notes/Comments: 

what some mediums say



Some people are not aware of this, but there is a difference between your brain and the mind. Your brain; is an organ, flesh, a piece of meat: but, without our brains, it would be impossible for us to survive; or even perform our everyday task like; digesting our food or blinking to protect our eye’s, the windows to the soul. There are protons and neutrons (electricity) are fired throughout our bodies from our brain which makes our bodies operate and function on a day to day basis. The brain is divided into the left and right hemisphere. On the left side of the brain, are concepts such as logic; the right side, is our creativity dwells. However both work together so accurate and precise, that it would appear that the brain is one single unit.

The right side of the brain is the interesting side; this is were our creative skills are formed and put to use; Painting, singing writing all come from the right side of our minds, and will consume all or most of our time if we let them. This is a good thing, this is grace from Christ and these are our desires and passions coming to manifestation. Psalms 37:4 tells us to delight ourselves also in the lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thy heart. So somewhere, deep within the brain is the essence of a man, some were the brain ends and the mind begins. It is somewhere in our brain, deep in the center of the left and right hemisphere, that the real meaning of man exist, and it is there that the link to the almighty dwells and if we are able to purify that link between the brain and the mind by; Loving our neighbor as much as we love our selves, letting go and letting God take complete control, and giving everything to the father, asking him to create in us a clean heart, 51st psalm 10th verse, so that we may be candidates for the gift of grace and mercy that can be found only in the heart of Christ.

It is very peculiar to me, that Christ told the disciples to cast there nets over the right side of there boat, and if they did, they would catch more fish than could be hauled in (John 21:6), there is something peculiar about the right side of things. Jesus sits on the right hand side of the father (Matthew 22:44), and the sheep shall sit on his right hand, but the goats will be on the left. (Matthew 25:33).

What if we used that same concept for ourselves instead of casting a net for fishing over the side of a ship; we ought to cast our thoughts, dreams, and desires onto the right side of the brain; the side of the brain that is not controlled by logic, instead is limitless and eternally creative. The bible tells us it is from the mind, that we are able to keep and hold our visions so that our visions become reality.

It is with our minds that our destiny is controlled. Either in poverty or living in the fruits of our labor, it’s all a state of mind. The left side of our brain uses logic to trick Gods people; logic will have you believing that your financial situation will never get better or that you will never find the love of your life.

At some point in our lives we need to learn not to depend on Logic or the left side of the brain to help us with our decisions, because they will be wrong. Instead we should lean more to the right: the side of the brain that has infinite possibilities.

Some people are not aware of this, but there is a difference between your brain and the mind. Your brain; is an organ, flesh, a piece of meat: but, without our brains, it would be impossible for us to survive.



The Temple. 

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l u P e z


I stare into your eyes and see the infinity, it calls me endlessly

And I gather every morsel I can, like a wild animal in your mind at times,

A sensuous delight in your bed, consumed by our hunger for us,

Brightening the darkest moments in our heads.


When we are apart I try to figure out where I should start,
It seems like I've missed days, even weeks sometimes,
I think about you and the questions cascade like a waterfall in my mind,
And always, somehow, I feel so left behind.


You're like a cryptogram, unsolved,
And I can never figure out why all of the letters match up
Except for that one that screws up the whole thing again,
My tongue is tied in knots as I struggle for the words, it's absurd.


When I was a kid, my father used to say I was ungrateful,
I never felt that way, I just had a lot of questions,
Life seemed so puzzling, and it's still a puzzle, often,
But I don't think I'd be happy any other way.


I love you with all my heart, and probably always will,
Because I can't ever know all of your pieces is not a big deal,
What I get from you means so much more,
And anyway, whatever piece I'm missing seems to fit perfect.




12:02 AM 6/16/2013 ©






Author's Notes/Comments: 

The missing piece to someone else's puzzle usually is you.


This poem was inspired by the amazing and lovely Dovely.

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Words from the Mind

Words from the Mind


Every time I sit down to write

Not a single word comes to mind

But in the middle of the night

Lying in bed, I come to find

Hundreds of words seeping into my head

Different words, but all have a connection

One after another, a continuous thread

But to these moments I feel affection

For where would I be and how would I feel

If words couldn’t express feelings and thoughts

For the end of a poem is sort of a seal

For my mind, to keep me from feeling lost

Writing a poem every night

Whether it had a meaning or not

Keeps my inner self feeling light

An inner peace I have always sought

Never Close The Doors


In our mundane lives, we are often told
In so many unspoken words that the mind is dead in spirit,
Could it be that it is the very heart of our earthly human existence?
The main entrance to the spirit that adorns our very soul?
Inklings of thought slithering every waking hour
From the obscurity of our subconscious,
Pushing the envelope at every chance to inspire creative ways
For us to open our eyes to the tasks our soul is longing for.


Why do so many damn the mind?
Does cursing what we choose not to see, hear, taste,
In this world of wonderment and intricate fascination please us?

Or is it that the status quo is more important to us
Than our reason for coming here? 
Thoughts are the doors to our self actualization,
And we need to leave the doors open
With a stable and harmonious blend of life
To balance the scales within us, using the uncomfortable truths of life
To evolve as a compassionate species.


Emotions can take control of humans easily in this age,
And can distort our vision in a way that deceives us, grieves us,
Because they pass through us like nothing but waves on the beach
If we allow them to flow along their merry way,
But we listen to words of intrepidation and horror,

And we attach emotions to those thoughts,

They become very powerful and then
We somehow find that we feel safe in the hands of a ghostly reality
That tells us to beware instead of telling us to simply be aware,
To hold our heads high, accept what is, and trust the quiet voice within,
To leave the door open as much as we can
So that there is room for love to flow through it.


Love is not emotion, and emotion is not love,
Control the emotion through a continuous cycle
Of feeling, letting go, feeling letting go,
Because love...well,
You may think you can control it,
But you will only be fooling yourself.

Once you love, it never ends, and is never wasted,
It will return to you in some way, even if it is not the way you would like,
And chances are, if you choose to think you can control it,
You might never realize when you are being a channel for it,
Which is the part of loving that is most enjoyable.


Everyone will hurt you in life, even if it is only a small insignificant hurt,

Just choose people who you know you will be willing to accept the hurt from.




11:21 PM 5/6/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Words on the beauty of open-mindedness.

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The Frown Syndrome People

Frown Syndrome people are nothing new,
I think they've been here before me or you,
Around and around on the merry-go-round,
They frown if they're white, and they frown if they're brown.


They frown in the city, and frown in the town,

When asked to stop frowning,
They will frown at you and say,
"I'll have to stand on my head,
Because this frown won't go away."


They will frown in the morning, and they'll frown in the night,
They will frown in the darkness, and frown in the light,
Those Frown Syndrome people, can become quite a sight!
I'm beginning to think that it just is not right!


We might smile, and greet them, with gracious 'hellos',
We might bring them some presents in boxes and bows,
We might paint them a smile with pretty pink crayons,
But no matter how pretty, smiles just never stay on!


The doctor is eager to give them a pill,
But the frowning comes back when he sends them the bill,
Some say that a hug could help brighten their day,
But the Frown Syndrome people don't like hugs, they say.


I think variations in people will be,
Underneath every syndrome we'll find,
If we look with our hearts beauty's easy to see,
What we miss when just using our mind.



© 2013



Author's Notes/Comments: 

About what people just are... love them anyway.

Mind Takes Root in Solace

To go against it would be jumping through clouds,

With no way to see what awaits to break the fall.

To embrace it would be to ride stallions across wildfire,

Leaving behind a trail of ashes,
All that was known sinks to the depth of time.


Tears could clear a path to solace,

No way to stop this horse from running,

Taking me to where the earth meets the stars,

Finding my place in foreign lands,

Speaking a tongue from your native language,

So alien to me, though it breaks the silence.


A barrier placed through icy walls,

Skin becomes tougher as it is frozen.

Skipped heartbeats take me closer,

To find myself back where I started,

A journey with no pursuit or direction,

Knowledge grows fruit on the tree of wisdom.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Moving forward, getting older... some things are valued when learned, some things always seem too late

Dough like moments

We find the trace of

what we saw,

what we did,

and what we were...



Dough like moments...

we played with them,

we molded them,

in every way


The fleeting time,

filtered through

the sieve of mind...

to be swept away.

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