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imagine then it was just a dream the people wandering in and out i stepped into this space holding your shirt your name i whispered, a woman took hold of it you came out mourning to touch my head with yours.

Imagine then, the thunder after the tempest flowing down a river's wind the ocean's waves building up clouds world set in your eyes, your body wanders Imagine after the lighting crossing the sky the mirror's brightness projecting shadows the raining windfall that floods the echoes your voices dragging my dreams to wonder

Dreaming longing wanting Waking lost in desires Waking longing wanting Missing you I can't but do

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality. Yoko Ono

Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? Leonardo da Vinci

Hi G***. You may have to make a decision based on logic and principle rather than emotion and intuition. The Queen of Swords is all about cutting through the confusion and uncertainty that separates wants from needs. Perhaps something you've desperately wanted is just not good for you and you need to let it go, or it could be as simple as speaking the truth, knowing that you'd only be hurting yourself otherwise. The Queen of Swords may represent an individual in your life: if so you can count on her to tell you the truth. She's got high standards and impeccable ethics, which she didn't acquire by marching to the beat of anyone else's drum. Perhaps it's someone whose courage and strength you admire: an older woman, a widow often, someone who has weathered her share of disappointments and still holds her head high. Or perhaps these are qualities that you need to embrace yourself. The Queen of Swords — like all court cards — can appear as a frame of mind ...

"Never give up on something that you can't go a day without thinking about." - Sir Winston Churchill

The persistence of time irreversible Drafted against the sounds of the heart The more than vague longing of love And it's physical manifestations, It's personification in you multiplied By the desires of the heart and flesh The questions colored against reality

so many meaningless days, so many hours flowed away so many moments of tedium packed in the amusements of the moment the blank eyes that read nothing more than fleeting pleasure it has become meaningful to absorb the meaningless words, the rehearsed gestures, the required movements the effortless forfeiture of fulfillment for the distraction of the body if once I had been seeking a heart to anchor on, I now feign happiness in what not long ago was wasteful energy the irrelevance of the spiritual is now my mantra unable to find solace in the force of love, I give myself to the mob let them rule my meaningless life.

How then the trembling sun Burns in it's own fires Round and round it goes Clycling in its own orbit In the eternity of the momemt It flares and burns brighter and brighter The same elements absorbing How then the setting sun.

It was really a matter of trust Not a matter of feeling or desire Or of interest want or need It's just the actions again and again Where consistency was half-hearted It's unimportant now, I think The moment passed, painfully or not The experience takes us where we need to go And learn what we need to learn. The distractions of the moment exact a price.

Sleepless night without words The ebbing flow of regret Brings me to a vast void A blank shroud covers it all And there's a lonely longing That has replaced all feelng No pleasures no hungers no drives The intermittent memories interjecting.

there are days that, days that, there are days that when everything fills and there is nothing and time's expectations to forget the gaze that not even the bluest sky tastes the same and nothing can be found but the ever familiar smell there are days like the yesterday of today the rush of energy building up removes all from the roots the gut that draws it all in, the rush of longings and the sweetest of delicacies has lost its appeal there are the many days that build a crumbling wall when hunger after every meal, desire building after every climax the drum drum drumming of the humdrum beats for the wanted loved the flow of the force that drives the burning blood brings me down to my knees to wonder why the wind keeps blowing. 

celebrate life, the love that lingers the desire, eve the loging celebrate it all--it's the way to freedom to the roots the grow to strengthen your core celebrate love, the flame that burns the goodness it brings to enrich your soul let the feeling take you where you have to go the the force the drives cast your spirit forth

Hi G***. "Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free." ~ Rumi The Three of Cups is a card of celebration, of friendship, of being grateful for it all! This card whispers in your ear, It's time to dance! The three of cups beckons you to let your hair down, to get a bit wild, and to cherish everyone and everything in your life. You are on fire, it is time to shine bright, to get big and to share in the beauty with the ones you love! Today look around at the people in your life. You have called them all in to honor and love you, and they have called you in for the same reason. Cherish the love that is present in your life and be grateful. You live in abundance, you need not worry, ever! You need only hold true in your heart that this life, your life, is delicious. You are on the path and it is taking you home ...

let me start now, the rumbling sounds the memories that flow beyond the senses the body always body seeking pleasures the warming echo of the flesh that hungers the sounding drumbeats of heart's desires the energy that tastes like flesh mixing with flesh the force that breaks the wall of silence the light that seeks the light that sparks it the fleeting pleasures that makes us crave the wanted.

How so the crafty devil, he the opportunistic parasite he plays his game with mastery, the circus clown he plays without a fault even the most serious of actors he will exemplify; he can seduce the smartest non-believer his act as natural and as genuine does not require his rehearsal time; he changes colors, hue and form to play the part most opportune:: he can be the most loving of lovers the most thoughtful of friends the defender of the poor, the most spiritual man none of these convictions have true foundation in his heart and yet with his presence his audience he will often exhaust his force their evil thoughts is sure to bring forth and yet in all the pomp and glory the sly of hand, the quick sentiment will leave his audience occupied and they applaud, applaud, applaud this crafty spirit their respect will have procured. 

Can a writer write ideas That he doesn't hold true? -- fuck yeah Can a writer write a fleeting thought Not tied to emotions? -- fuck yeah Can a writer write as if he deeply feels About the words? -- fuck yeah Can a writer create a world beyond his own As real as the words on the page? -- fucking fuck yeah

so i read somewhere recently that with love one achieves redemption-- one cleans the karma slate clean as it were ... but karma seems to be a very persistent little bugger .. for many (and I will use the third person though myself included) fears and addictions that we carry with us keep us stuck -- now, if we believe in reincarnation, unless we rid ourselves of the karma that is keeping us stuck, we will find ourselves repeating many of the same patterns in our next existence or existences ... and while some of the karmic barriers manifest themselves as physical additions--drugs, alcohol, sex, etc-- they are really our emotional baggage ... the drugs, sex and alcohol addictions are just the way to numb our emotional pains ... so how do we do it ... well, probably we all have to identify our pain point and walk into the fire ... and if love be true, it will cleanse us -- the myth of the phoenix is not such a bad allegory, after all.

the wheels that turn ... the constant movements of objects centered on the same orbit as the philosopher said, "all objects want to persevere in their present form; the rock always wants to be a rock and the tiger a tiger" ... it's an elemental maxim for all basic life forms -- those void of thought or emotion ... while for higher life forms, change is necessary for growth ... one cannot stay repeating the same patterns that lead to spiritual obsolescence and stagnation -- much as externally we might distract ourselves with objects and activities, the spirit languishes in the repetition of patterns. Growth requires that we extend beyond the realm of expectation.

funny how life is ... we often stay stuck to things, people, places, situations for fear of what might happen ... a fear completely unwarranted yet as real as the air we breath ... yet, once we let go (if indeed it is fear that is keeping us attached), we experience a sense of freedom, a sort of release both physical and emotional ... and of course there is a laundry list of reasons ... I'm too old, too young, too ugly, too handsome, too short, too tall, too sick, too healthy, etc to do something different--even though I want desperately to do something different ... be someone different ... experience something different ... Life is way too short to spend even a day -- years for many -- stuck to the unwanted, the unfulfilling, the undesired, the outgrown -- pining for a change ... but we all have our demons to deal with--our fears, our obsessions, our emotions, our addictions -- and those are the ones that prevent us from moving on -- once we identify and neutralize them, moving ...

to tell my words i use-- to weave the veil of truth to let the light shine through to cast a spell to rebound illusions. to those that my words pretend to use to mix their evil intentions, i say remember that a heart of darkness recoils in its own fires of doom. the body of a man, his temple as it were reflects the light that dwells in his heart, so too the darkness that it does posses. Look at a man's face, his countenance, his eyes-- find the light or darkness that they do project, to tell if it is love or hate that dwell in his core. the gaze of a man, with time, reflects the force that beats through his veins to make his blood flow.

where I have failed in love a simple lesson to have learned this late in life I've been looking for love, foolishly it isn't love that others want--it's to be used for sex and to be dominated like simpler beings and that will get you to have a lover at your feet for life. It isn't, as I thought, that you love someone and the dynamic of alpha and sub plays itself out in sexual play, in physical play and in a deeper spiritual want ... no, no! all that these relationships require is that one use the other, show dominance and always remind them that their hole is your to have ... and all you want of them and such simple behavior will help you find a love at last I understand. 

The only way to know the spirit of a man is through his art. -- me Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.      ::Henry Ward Beecher

Hi G*** The Four of Cups refers to feelings of dissatisfaction and discontent in matters of the heart. It can indicate being at a crossroads in a relationship. Feeling a sense of boredom or disinterest. Feeling melancholy. Being "comfortably numb." You may be feeling that you've gone as far as you can go in your relationship, or if you're single you may be feeling apathetic about the prospects that are out there for you. The Four of Cups speaks of being unhappy with where things stand — whether you're the one who's unhappy or are on the receiving end of someone else's discontent. There are also elements of ambivalence or indifference associated with this card. This is what happens when the state of limerence is lifted and the lovers are left feeling disillusioned. You may be involved in a perfectly functional relationship that lacks the thrill and excitement of something new. In this respect you may be less inclined to consider your partner...

my dreams are mine to dream stored in the psychic energy of my core my dreams are a communication of spirits my dreams project a newness my dreams are mine to keep and yours too explore.

to care for to a man who loves me; i want a man to be my boy; a man to be my love to love; a man whose body i will explore.

time's now, the eternity of the moment the many streams that feed the ocean the force that creates all thought the energy that feeds wants and desires time's now, the everlasting memory void of yesterdays and todays the now that begins at its end the leap of faith that fills the void time's now, love's ardent waves the senses that create our very existence the world we cast forth to mask the illusion the spell that keeps us all alive.

sé que te quiero y que te amo aunque no sé por que lo siento en el vaivén de los días tu rostro despierta aún más mi desespero aunque frente a mis ojos ya no te veo tu sombra en sueños es mi desvelo te busca en vano mi pensamiento mas tu presencia quema tal fuego lento en tantas llamas arde mi ensueño aún cuando mienta que no te deseo

write this or that, the thought that drives a moment in time, the end that starts it all write this or that, the dreams that draft a memory the sound that paints a feeling write this or that, the wanting word the desire that moves the body write this or that, the fantasy moves me the body that comes alive

 You think you've found the perfect person to have a relationship with. Everything he/she does is so touching, especially in the initial stages of the relationship. He/She is so thoughtful, and goes out of the way to ensure that all of your needs are met. There are red flags, tiny ones... but you choose to ignore them, thinking that these are merely your imagination. (ie: the glare you receive when you smile at a waiter... is just one example). As the relationship progresses, you find yourself altering your behavior to accommodate him, or to please him. Then, as it moves forward, more warning signs start to appear. Signs Of A Bad Boyfriend--     Emotional abuse can take on many faces. It can begin with your partner becoming irritable at the smallest of action, and turning it into your fault. The key word here is "fault"—as in it is always you that makes him/her direct the anger to you. When you try to understand this behavior and talk it out, he wants nothing to do w...

When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back.      :: Paulo Coelho

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.      ::Bruce Lee I had this dreams not long ago I had a dream where someone told me something like "there is love between us but we just don't get along ... " and even in the dream I thought, "What bullshit!" ... love isn't a convenient feeling we project when we want to get our way -- it's a commitment to a deeper bond that starts with everyday respect ... it's always the little things the ones we use to build love upon ... the courage to be the one to say the word that builds ... the act of humility ... the ability to let the heart speak and not seek answers in the lonely, resentful hearts of others.

Hi G***. You may be feeling a sense of urgency this week — to chase after your goals, deliver an important message or reach some objective that you feel time is running out for. The Knight of Swords is a no-nonsense individual who's completely focused on attaining his goals. He's fearless, driven and competitive and is not about to let anyone (or anything) stand in his way. The Knight of Swords is so intent on pursuing his goals that he fails to see any obstacles in his way. In some ways this is a blessing in disguise: in the “what he doesn't know can't hurt him" vein. But the downside of the mind-set is an inability to see what (or whom) he's trampling over in his single-minded quest to get to the finish line. As with all court cards this can refer to someone in your life, a frame of mind you need to adopt, or it can refer to you personally. Either way, it's about someone going after what he wants with the willful drive and determination that...

"can't talk. Feeling something ... " karen walker in will and grace it's not hard to figure it out ... i've seen it so often ... guys who prefer the dick to emotion ... and when they're feeling something, they look for sex --whether with a stranger or a loveless partner -- and, once the feeling is satiated, they go back to their everyday emptiness ... why not choose love, i always wonder ... what is there about it that makes people (including myself at times) cringe? and the saddest thing of all is that these people are always wailing and yearning for a relationship but will inevitably sabotage any chance of having one while in the chase for the cock to avoid emotional commitment ... and anyone who comes their way who gives them the benefit of the doubt, who gives them a chance, they see as a pushover ... or too passive or just someone to take advantage of ... ultimately these are narcissistic individuals whose life revolves around their own pleasures and c...

The first time I saw the painting "The Persistence of Memory" (beyond its value as a work of art) I saw it as a clever way to capture an intangible ... how does one represent memory on a flat surface? Impossible ... but so Dali seems to have ... the dissolution on time of the melting clocks, the far away without a horizon line, everything in the distance fuzzy ... How would one, I wonder, represent the persistence of a feeling on a flat surface? The nuances of reactions, the workings of the body--anticipation, anxiety, longing, joy, lust, love, desire, etc ... all fused into one thing that keeps you awake at night or pops up randomly like a jack-in-the-box clown ... I imagine it would be a set of juxtaposed hues, a blending of images and reflections drafted against the echo of a thought ... a release of energies that take days to build up and whose climax only magnifies our yearnings ... what would be the set of colors and words? The flesh of time removed to expose it all ....

3 o'clock, the clock hits the bewitching hour Memories flood the waking mind The many forms of you that walk the day The only you that keeps the heart awake.