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Sunday ends with the headlines flashing through with every swipe the endless stream of words the shattered images that cut through my heart at every beat every manipulation of the letters that make up the heptagon of my existence guess divine surmise the meaning behind the dream of serendipity the feared coincidences, the retreat-- the passive convergence of love and inaction holding hands tightly to wake up empty handed dreaming is over.

Hi G--. The Queen of Pentacles is perhaps one of the most nurturing cards of the Tarot deck. The Empress and the Queen of Pentacles are often known as reinforcing cards as they are so similar to one another! This Queen brings with her a warm, generous and unselfish spirit and a nurturing hand. She carries with her messages of abundance, security and level headedness. The Queen of Pentacles is someone who is trustworthy, practical and down to earth. She doesn't mind getting her hands dirty when it comes to getting things done, and she isn't afraid to act. Being a practical woman, she has no time for drama or lower level energies. Does this sound like someone you know? This Queen's appearance in your life represents your need to take on her approach for a while! Live your life by her example. You are in need of some nurturing energy. This could be a need to nurture others, or allow yourself to be nurtured. Surround yourself with positive and uplifting...

the day on the spiritual calendar “This Pisces Full Moon is the first of three consecutive Super Moons—when the Moon is not only at its closest to Earth but also is coming into alignment with both the Sun and Earth. “We’re entering into our eclipse season again. So these energies will exert a stronger force on all of us. If you work with the energies, expect big shifts in consciousness. “This Full Moon can certainly open the doors of our perception , bringing an influx of spiritual energies…If we’re not ready for these energies, it can bring disruptive to our collective lives. “If we’re open, paying attention to our dreams, visions and insights for a few days around this Full Moon will help us make another shift on consciousness. “Full Moons bring us awareness of what has been hidden from our ego consciousness. We can expand our ego’s flexibility by staying open to more subtle realms of being and awareness…” “…the Pisces Moon is aligned with Neptune, a...

"Bottoms need attention not affection." Beware of bottoms who only understand/seek sexual intimacy with a partner -- they will disrupt your energy by their ongoing hunger for sexual need and satisfaction void of emotion.

Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights. But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge. You would know in words that which you have always known in thought. You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams. And it is well you should. The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea; And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes. ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Te escribo mi amor de amores Te escribo con palabras mías Con el pincel de los recuerdos Esculpo tu imagen incorporea Con brocha de hierro Dibujo to imagen encantadora Te pienso mi amor de amores en sueños de inconsistencias Donde aun perduran tus promesas Te guardo tal vez más en mi fantasía En el oro puro de la tarde fría Donde guardo como escudo tu cobardía Te pecibo, amor, en la noche olvidada En el canjeo de palabras por deseos En el movimiento de mano traidora Te escribo, te pienso, te deseo En la humana tarea del deseo

I'm leaving, leaving now Better yet, I want to leave There is nothing else to do or see here Having reached the last act, what else is there now? The Great Parade ends, no more clowns to see. I want to leave, and find, in another place, a newer spectacle So far this road has been marked by near-misses. With only ashes left to hold And all parties sent away, what else is there to see? Well, not even remembrances Since even forgetfulness has proven to betray I want to leave, but this body won't let me It keeps playing its part to an empty audience, It keeps following the circular road of stage houses The desiccated spirits, the repetitions I want to leave, today more than any other day I can't be witness to the endless repetitions I can't gaze at the fearful faces anymore I don't want to listen to one more rehearsal I want to leave, because if I were to stay I would have to add a new act to this play But the actors have left the stage And th...

I have to leave because thiefs are near Dying spirits seek the water of life Failing, incomplete, they feed on the life force of others Dying, they drain the life elixir of their victims And I no longer want to watch such a spectacle I part, alone perhaps, with heart on hand Alone, to ask for alms from those deeply in love Alone, to ask for alms from the keepers of spirits I'm parting to give rest to my own spirit.

everything aches, everything--heart and soul. there's ache in the sound of my heartbeat, in the blood that boils through my veins there's an ache in the sound of words, in the dew that purifies the dawn, in the wind that caresses the the leaves, in the song of birds there's an ache in the music of memory, in the day that passes, in the fleeting dusk, in the rain drops that feed the gentle grass there's an ache in the footsteps left behind, in the scent of the morning's breath, in the murmur of my thoughts there's an ache in the sex of my desires, in the body in flames and the left over ashes, in the burning water that defies it all there's an ache when I savor my solitude, in the longing of love's lost songs, in the indelible force that enamors me still.

if love were to have been -- has been passion's retribution substitution of tactile fractions was to be the gaze's end to be was the multiplication of could haves that hides in the yesterdays the addition of subdivided feelings, the was of the to will be incapacitated by the were that had been the intrusion of the was to have been in the merry-go-round of the was lost in the will have been of to be

"Sometimes, people don't apologize because they're ashamed. Forgive them anyway! Forgiveness unblocks the path of all blessings."

hoy me duele todo, me duele el alma y el corazón me duele el sonido de cada latido la sangre que hierve en mis venas me duele el sonido de las palabras el rocío que purifica el alba, el eco de la brisa que acaricia las hojas, el canto de los turpiales me duele la música de los recuerdos el paso del día, el atardecer la lluvia que embriaga la suave grama me duelen las huellas en el camino el olor del aliento del amanecer, el rumor de los pensamientos me duele el sexo de los deseos el cuerpo en llamas y las cenizas el agua ardiente que desafía me duele el sabor de la soledad la ansiedad del amor anhelado la indeleble fuerza que me enamora

when things are our "normal" we're not aware of their consequences --- usually negative -- on other people ... for a thief, to steal is his normal or becomes his normal, and he sees everyone near him as a thief and so his constantly vigilant of his possessions ... it is so with those who are narcissistic ... their self-centeredness is their normal--they do not understand how their needy, egotistical and dysfunctional behavior affects those around them--but more so those that love them ... it is so hard for people to unlearn behaviors--it requires deep self knowledge and understanding, the realization and acceptance that something needs to be changed and, perhaps most importantly, the desire and commitment to change.

remember yesterday--the tomorrow of always? remember the line that leads to a circle the ever expanding cycle of time radius beyond understanding diameter beyond comprehension

Hi G*** This week you want to be thinking about your dreams, desires and intentions, along with the actions you can take to turn them into a powerful reality. The Ace of Wands is all about inspiration and potential. It's about untapped energy and passion. It invites you to ask yourself what is it that you really want that you're now willing to put your whole heart and soul into? And what are the chances of making it a reality unless you do? The Ace of Wands is all about following your bliss. It's about figuring out what motivates and inspires you and then going after it with all the passion and drive you can muster. It encourages you to be ready for a powerful breakthrough. Like all Aces, the Ace of Wands is a raw unformed energy that can light a fire under you and ignite a new passion. It's an essence that can be formed or shaped or planted like a seed. The main keywords for this card are "action," "initiative" and "drive....

ya me voy, me voy más bien me quiero ir ya no hay más nada que hacer habiendo alcanzado la meta, ¿qué más queda? termina la Gran Marcha, no más payasos me quiero ir, y en otra vida otros caminos en esta que ha sido un inventario de desilusiones no me queda sino cenizas ya perdonados todos, ¿que más queda? ni siquiera el recuerdo, porque el olvido es traicionero me quiero ir, pero este cuerpo no me deja sigue su vida de cuerpo como si hubiese un algo sigue un camino de casas abandonadas, de espíritus disecados, de repeticiones me quiero ir, aún más hoy que cualquier otro día no puedo ser testigo de repeticiones no quiero seguir mirando caras que se pierden de miedo no quiero oír más ni una palabra me quiero ir porque al quedarme me tocaría inventar otra vida pero ya no hay actores en el escenario ya las máscaras están estropeadas contra el piso y el dialogo llegó a su fin me quiero ir porque no hay más disfraces porque los corazones brillan con sus verdades...

"Yo muero extrañamente... No me mata la Vida, No me mata la Muerte, no me mata el Amor; Muero de un pensamiento mudo como una herida... ¿No habéis sentido nunca el extraño dolor?" --LO INEFABLE, Delmira Agustini nothing, nothing to disturb my being nothing, then, should disturb my days and nights yet there's a wave of melancholy dressing hours it isn't a longing, but my body hungers it isn't, even, carnal desires-- lust is so easy to dismiss it's as if force had taken repose on my body my spirit is free of sadness yet there is a lingering mist the radiating loneliness of an unknown I could go on in minute detail I could describe what this isn't because, for the life of me, I cannot describe what it is.

below is a list of wills and wont's that bottoms will and won't do ... this is based on observation and experience with bottoms, both in intimacy as well as friendship ... bottoms are passive ... yes, sounds obvious, but the truth is that bottoms are passive aggressive, passive in action, passive in emotional expression. they will not act on or express their feelings and expect the top to figure them out, as if by magic -- they will even forgo relationships if the top doesn't behave as they think a top should--or as they see it in their fantasy. Their passive aggressiveness, or shutting down, is their meek defense against predators -- may have worked well when they were children, but now is it their greatness weakness and flaw--the ting that keeps them from achieving happiness and fulfillment bottoms like to be used ... most bottoms were raped as kids. They were bullied and sexually used. And now, as adults, they seek relationships with men who are "rapists...

"Love is a force, an energy that brings two people together. It rarely happens and cannot be conjured or created."

for sale to the lowest bidder-- the special of the day a fully functional heart a heart now condemned by owner who knows too well its dangers a heart too sensitive for this world it's really a give away pennies will be accepted right now it's shut away useless to its owner, surely who has closed the doors to love come and take it, make it yours release it from its tomb it's slowly turning to dust beating just to make blood flow a heart as such needs better use a younger host, perhaps who doesn't know the uselessness of love a dreamer might make something out of it-- illusions of love always ripe for fantasies you know what, dear readers, come to think of it the heart is yours for free-- it's uselessness too apparent.

"Despite how open, peaceful and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they've met themselves."

The habit of the night remains To wake with wistful thoughts An echo the resonates against the memory Goodbye, we say goodbye to dreams

Letting go is often challenging because your practical side usually gives you an anchor to tether you to solid ground. Additionally, you well-prepared Virgos usually have a backup plan in case your original one should fail. However, you might benefit from temporarily cutting yourself free now and feeling the exhilaration of zero gravity. Your common sense will reappear just in time to save you from drifting off into deep space.

Last night I dreamt about the moon The moon of long rays The moon of short rays The moon that falls in love with a river Last night I dreamt about the moon The moon with the many faces And from one of those many faces My loved one gazed back at me Last night I dreamt about a river The long journeys of the river And on the shores of the river Hovered the moon casting spells Last night I dreamt about a river That took me far away and long ago And from the remotest of lands Its many loves it bequeathed me Last night I dreamt that my loved one At the shores of that one river With his running tears was soaking My burning heart with desires Last night I dreamed it was me Who cried along with the moon, That my tears were crystal clear And turned to drops of morning dew Last night I dreamt that the river Dragged me far, far away And that the moon in deep sorrow Cuddled me against its breast Last night I dreamt that river and moon Desired each other’s love A...

anoche soñé con la luna la luna de rayos largos, la luna de rayos cortos la luna que del río de enamora anoche soñé con la luna la luna de varias caras y en un rostro de la luna vi la cara de mi amado anoche soñé con un río un río de corrientes largas y a orillas de ese río viajaba la luna embrujada anoche soñé con un río que me llevaba y traía de lejanas geografías sus amores me ofrecía anoche soñé que mi amado a orillas de ese río con su sangre me enjuagaba mi corazón que él deseaba anoche soñé que era yo quien lloraba con la luna y eran mis lágrimas claras del rocío gotas cristalinas anoche soñé que ese río lejos lejos me llevaba y que la luna dolida en sus brazos me arrullaba anoche soñé que río y luna como amantes se anhelaban y que yo de su infortunio mis palabras hilvanaba anoche soñé que era yo río, luna y mil palabras y que perdido en el alba de tus ojos me llevaba

the tricksters, mixers hauntingly truthful lies poom, pitypoom pitipoom hauntingly truthful lies swipes of hand on the fleshy flesh invoking the notions of incandescent doubts boom, boom boom, boom waking the spirit, tax it, cut it Whizzing energies in a still-born breath echoing utterances, prickitty-prack-prick "let me tell you what you want to hear ... " Jank wank blank

Desire sometimes, always mostly Is it like a wave or a gust of wind? Trickery of mind, heart a d loins The visual that translates to a memory A name that awakens erections The pleasures where an faces interposes itself To reach a climax Strange circuits the mind connects The sense of belonging, the force the sweeps away All beyond my understandimg.

another day, another night the cycle moves, the hours cling and slither the poetic discontent, the enamored wisp the joy of words the incendiary journey to the core the abandoned trepidations, the cherished incomprehensibles mixing thought and word create the music of the heart the boom boom boom of notes that thump thump thump night and day marching to an echo another celebration of desires the loving smiles that wander aimlessly the gaze upon a face that lights the world the hearts that know each other's joys-- what treasures men will give to have that for a moment

I love the will to love to want to be in love to love again the feel the force of love to turn my energy to desire I love the force of love the force to enhance white energy the force to heal to use the force of love to send and receive messages to use the force of love to connect and magnify an energy

Hi G The Four of Swords comes into a reading when rest and relaxation are needed most. Swords often represent challenges and trials in life, but this card in particular represents the challenge to stay still and relax. With the many stresses and demands of daily life, this can actually prove to be quite the challenge for some! This card signifies that you need to take on this challenge. Find some time in your day to take a break and allow your mind and body to rejuvenate. This card represents hanging up your proverbial sword and taking a much needed break from fighting. The Four of Swords is a sure sign that you need to retreat, and give your body and mind a chance to heal. The Four of Swords also ensures that you are on safe and solid ground to do so. You can finally catch your breath, and take a break. Make the most out of this peaceful time, as nothing lasts. This card represents a break, or a short period of rest, rather than anything long term. Use this time to allow your ...

that i miss you everyday, well, it's no surprise you made your way through my walls, even the ones that I thought untouched and in all the days that passed you made a house in my heart you occupied spaces that had been empty and you made new spaces, unique to your nature in my memories, remembrances, I feel a longing desires even that overwhelm me and, no, it isn't my loneliness conjuring you-- I embraced my loneliness long, long before you so much so it was almost romantic-- no one was to come between us. But so you did, more so than a fantasy the one that my dreams had cast forth for me and yes, there were voids, silences, disappointments the patterns that happen in a life void of a love-- a hard path to learn, to admit to the dance a well learned pas de deux but we grow and we learn, we uncover the broken notes and hard as it is, must learn a new dance remove all the masks and more so the well rehearsed steps take a step or two back, even more than a ...

it was quiet at the center-- gay center that is, over on 13th-- clean coffee shop, empty at the hour I was ready to write when she stormed in a chatty, catty transexual she hijacked all us in with her gestures and stories she knew everyone and everything gay after all, she was almost sixty six and had made all our histories come alive in her prime and made trannies possible she protested in Albany for the rights to get boobs; she knew Madonna, Michael Jackson and Cher when AIDS was in, it all the rage in the town she could tell us about St Vincent's when no-one else cared. And she could regale us with stories but, why? no one listens and it was getting late anyway and she hated the center-- everyone there's so fake well, except the barista and the tranny just to my right and all these young artist oh what a waste, look at Beyonce she prefers the JLo- not just because she was half Latina & Italian (I had pegged her for Jewish--I don't know ...

where is the {insert noun here} it never makes sense, does it? fires burning! where does it begin when the day ended--it was dark again and no light in sight brightly lit flames there are no galloping horses or mothers fading away anger anger anger turned to the fear of indifference untouched untouched untouched there is no turning back why go back -- ashes to ashes but back was still inside, burning bright salt the wound and poke it put the fires out, the flames that drown the lovelessness grows, don't move, remove, refuse, shut down it's not as big as darkness do, do do do do it's bigger than life but not as big as, say, the fantasy that has to break, shatter the pieces grind it to dust, feed the fire burn, burn, burn, burn burn

What we achieve inwardly will change outer reality. - Plutarch

do you remember--it was yesterday minus a day the loving thought, the gaze of wonder the open desires beyond a prayer moving hearts beating to matching rhythms dreams juxtaposed against a perceived reality moving thoughts like cumulus clouds mountainside the beauty of the illusion in the silences of the mind "I love you, but not today" "I loved you, but not today" "I could have loved you, but not today" today I gaze at the ceiling and go seaside daydreaming my loves away.

if i were to have been cast forth the magical spell the trembling of the green blue sea in a whirlwind the origins of spirit the words to charm the body in a sprint of desire the cadence of love magnified in the attempt a growing light beyond inside the gritting heart the erections of armies galloping in the desserts the spilled affections the wanton void like a black hole beyond the nothingness the fight to win the honor of the grieved were such a creature ...

great builder and destroyer elusive companion in our daily journey inescapable yet nonexistent, illusive in your manner an enemy to all that perishes indestructible yet tenuous infinite your nature, omnipresent yet infinitesimally smaller than a neutron every breath and thought is stamped by your destruction and every act of creation a testament to your very nature when man gazes into your essence a joy indeed, or his despair an understanding fills the core yet escapes it.

don't ask, no, for hearts to open when your heart is safely out of reach-- a lovely friend does not a lover make don't ask, no, to see the souls of men when your soul is safely hidden don't ask, no, for words that go beyond a lustful phrase when your words do not embrace don't ask, no, for sacrifices when your offer is uncertainty heart, mind and reason even caresses in the night are strengthen by the soothing word bare your heart to those whose love you do procure. expectations are met in the expression of needs. do not abandon love for lonely comfort do not seek for love in the offices of habit do not expect love down a well traveled failure do not walk down the same path and expect a different end ask your heart and listen to the answers--no one else can the busy bee has not a heart that seeks fulfillment if it isn't love that moves you then it is the malady of the spirit that will paint your life.

If a man cannot follow the dictates of his heart, then his loneliness is well deserved.

Today I pray for those whose lives are ruled by the whims of others.

{my} theory of gravitational bodies dictates that every object's desire is to remain inert, as what its core existence demands, yet is disturbed by the force foreign object exert upon it. In some cases, an attractions that repels keeps bodies in symbiotic orbit, apart in space but locked in an intricate orbit around each other-- both bodies afraid to explore the void-- as they come together they achieve the momentum to repel and they propel away from each other, only to return to their interdependent orbit and repeat the process again-- a dangerous trajectory to interject.

propongo el olvido en negro propongo el recuerdo en blanco propongo el deseo en rojo propongo el amor en azul púrpuro propongo la compañía en amarillo propongo tu cercanía en azul celeste propongo mi amor en colores ardientes propongo tu amor en el carmesí de las llamas

it's an evolution, an evolution. evolution. the revolution of momentary idleness. extrication of absolution, an execution. instantaneous materialization of an abstraction. running through the projections, machinations. the inescapable bond with an artifice. moving objectively through subjective matter.

Awake awake again My mind in looking fir answers My mind looking for you The knowledge that no one has touched my heart As have you; my soul, my thoughts My hopes, my intellect, my desires And this is a daily thought There's a void where you once were.

When you forgive, you in no way change the past - but you sure do change the future. ::Bernard Meltzer Forgiveness says you are given another chance to make a new beginning. ::Desmond Tutu I learned a long time ago that some people would rather die than forgive. It's a strange truth, but forgiveness is a painful and difficult process. It's not something that happens overnight. It's an evolution of the heart. ::Sue Monk Kidd

Aún con el paso del tiempo te sigo pensando Con amor más allá de momento o circunstancias Cariño de amigo, atracción de hombre-- No es nostalgia ni vacio sentimiento Es certidumbre escrita en mi corazón latente. Fragment #1 The hours, days that flow marked by thoughts of you Love beyond a moment, situation or circumstance-- The caring gesture of a friend With the strength of a man's attraction-- It isn't mere nostalgia nor empty sentiment It's a certainty written across my beating heart.

I have committed many a thought to these pages and chosen also to omit so many others ... there is a spell behind words, and mostly my fear that my words be used against me ... not every person is well meaning ... there are those who will rejoice with you while there are those who will rejoice at your misery and, even more insidious, those who knowing you well will keep your misery alive -- much like a pusher and an addict ... I know of those who will manipulate you to keep you attached to them even if they know that the attachment contributes to your unhappiness -- it is only their desires that matter -- I know of many who will sabotage the happiness of others almost as sport ... they have the influence to do it--and so they do. But really, in all this hammering, it just takes understanding ... few of our well meaning friends take the time to understand what we need--too caught in their own needs and wants they just push upon us what they believe may make them happy and by extension-...

Hi G. The Two of Wands speaks of that creative life force that is within each of us and propels us forward whether we're aware of it or not. It may be dormant or unconscious or buried under fear but it's there nevertheless. It's all about getting in touch with your own personal power. It's about boldness, bravery and certainty, all of which must be accessed in order to see what your next step will be The key here is balance as you won't be able to make something happen without careful consideration and planning. Remember too that all the planning in the world won't cause your ideas to materialize without putting in the effort. There's a certain give and take with the Two of Wands that is mirrored right back to you. There's also a need for discrimination and the need to throw out unrealistic ideas and focus on whatever has a genuine shot at being successful. The Two of Wands requires you to be objective and this is why it's always wise to boun...

Weaving waving a new dream Waking longing hoping wanting Waiting for the colors textures patterns Luring inspirations far and wide Custom measurements to fit A cut of angles lines and curves beyond the common architecture The dream I sell not to be dreamed

there was a once upon a time of stars the faraway of some dream of a river of gold streams deep below the bridge-- it's a river that actually exists there was a once upon a time in the horizon the wonders of a fantasy that awaited the long journey more than reality dots on a map of an exotic land there was a once upon a time the corrupted breasts of steel life giver with twisted heart broken spirit of deceptions once upon there was a time turning back to the wicked hours the mourning waters flooded the walls the deep incantation of a good bye once upon a time it was never the funeral parade circling round and round phantoms galloping through my brain the burial of a ghostly echo there was a time upon a day the blooming scent of wandering winds the fearless whispers of the heart at rest- the distant drumming of the heart at work.

camino, caminas, caminaré, caminare determinemos el tiempo, un subjuntivo erróneo vivo, viviera, viviste, vivieras las divisiones del tiempo en una palabra quiero, querrás, quisiéramos, quisierais la unión de vocablos incongruos late, latió, latirá, latiera el ritmo intrínseco de cada sonido revolver, revolveremos, revolverás, revolviste la unión que define un tiempo indefinido he amado, vamos a amar, habré amado, hube amado repetición de presentes y futuros perfectos, pasados e imperfectos he deseado, desearé, deseé, deseaba tiempos que se entrelazan fuera del reloj pensaba, si hubiera pensado, quería pensar, cuando pensaba los tiempos que se quedan en el vacío buscaría si ... soñaría si ... iría si ... amaría si... el tiempo que marca un solo interior me ilusioné, me enamoré, me devolví, me reencontré el fin de un pensamiento que marca el tiempo sentí, hablé, canté, escribí

Te quiero sin pensarlo, sin desearlo, sin razón Te quiero y no lo intento Te quiero sin la sombra de la duda Te quiero sin aprender a quererte Te quiero más allá de palabras y argumentos Te quiero con la mente, el corazón y el cuerpo Te quiero y es mi espíritu cuya fuerza lo domina Te quiero sin un aunque ni un aún ni un sin embargo Te quiero porque no sé no quererte

... check flight instruments but don't let the need for safety rob you of your need for adventure.

Te puede hacer falta una mirada? Te puede hacer falta una voz? Te puede hacer falta un gesto? Te puede hacer falta el movimiento de un cuerpo? Te puede hacer falta un olor? Te puede hacer falta una presencia? Te puede hacer falta como reaccionas tu a la presencia de un ser amado? Te puede hacer falta... mucha falta

so i was talking with a group of gay guys about dating ... not an easy thing in the disposable gay culture ... but other more insidious little things came out that go beyond gay culture ... of course, with dating comes the questions of sex--inevitable--in fact, sex is often the reason many people date -- and there the topic ... for some of the guys, mostly the younger ones, sex and sexual compatibility were almost paramount to anything else -- secondary to emotional compatibility ... having great sex and being able to hang out meant relationship ... thus the "open relationships," the "friends with benefits," the "fuck buddies" and the many other like combinations that keep people from emotional commitment ... and it's funny, this conversation reminded me of one I had with a cow I used to know -- for her the sexual compatibility was most important and was expected to lead to emotional attachment and not the other way around ... of course, explains why ...

Love is silent It is beyond an echo You can't wait to feel whole To experience love Love is now time erases all, some say-- Three cheers for love.

a thought, a silence, an echo the memories of a future to have been the memories of a past to be understood the road diverges and converges the forks on the path may be dark, untrodden the mystery that awaits beyond fulfillment the time is now, a now beyond time a question of love, intent, desire the fear that fills the wanton heart there is a destiny to uncover there is a loneliness to be shed there is the courage to persist.

it's the only song, the beating drum a melody that fills the void the syncopated tune that moves me it's more than desire, more than just a longing--much more than a memory it's the string of notes that will complete the symphony

"If the fool persists in his fallacy, he will eventually become wise." yes, repetition is hell but also an awesome teacher if one gains understanding -- the key is figuring out the fallacy; and it isn't always clear -- pinpoint it to escape the hell of repeating same act that keeps us stuck -- so I have learned how to filter fear out so i can make the right move

I want to touch feel more than taste smell and thrust my body against your body every sense in fire now

a word a deed a sense a want a desire hear make talk a current, a need energy lust channel love act

For man, change and renewal are necessary for growrh and personal satisfaction--and it always begins from the inside out. Change for the sake of change [usually of external/superficial factors] is caused by and leads to spiritual and emotional hunger.

what are the words, the sentiment? the time is never, and it's always there is no end, there's no eternity there's no beginning, only a now.

life is a song--melodies that weave themselves into a sculpture of sounds much like a Bach concerto a series of notes end as others begin all in perfect harmony and all creating an edifice-just like our experiences a synchronous dialogue of sounds take Brandenburg Concerto No. 3, 1st movement each instrument adds to the perfection, immaculate tempo as a stream ends, the other begins, and others in parallels that never touch, but build on each other a rebirth of sounds

tall grande venti pike, the brew of the day another day, another Monday like any other Friday the tedium of the calendar, the monotony of the hour the repetition of faces and salutes that adorns the day the plan to go here or there, the beach the lake the hike the pursuit of this or that distraction the twinkling boy in red or green or blue the desirous embrace filled with the promise of a momentary passion better yet, the latest love interest the smell, the touch, the hairy glutes the smooth countenance, the tight desire it's all a game, isn't it--we play at living and sometimes even at loving at caring, wanting because we have to -- it's the art of living we play at it because the real thing is too scary it's easy to deny our heart, to hold the silence, it's easier to pursue the friend as bedfellow than risk feeling real love, the commitment of hearts. to understand emotional fulfillment sometimes just takes the sudden rebirth of words ...

"Some people are ONLY 'ATTRACTED' to each other because their DEMONS know each other." Yes ... and this is easily exemplified when the attraction keeps both people attached because of sexual desire and attraction; and, it keeps both from meaningful relationships based on love and commitment. Such a marriage would indeed be a sad union.

Once the precarious trust of love is lost Once the chain of emotions is severe Once connections of energies weakens Once the force that binds disturbed Only destiny can intervene It took me a while to understand your trust As I destroyed your trust in me I hope your heart has not been shut!

Yo te recuerdo, más que en palabras En un momento de intenso deseo Se transforma mi cuerpo en caldera Y una energía fluye que me devuelve el placer Mi cuerpo contra el tuyo se enciende Mi boca alcanza la intima geografía de tu ser Yo te recuerdo en gestos que superan toda fantasía Se transforma mi esencia en receptor de imágenes Y una fuerza abrumadora toma posesión de mis sentidos Yo te recuerdo en cada palabra En cada camino que me espera

The road not taken can lead to paradise, definitely growth. The well known, smoothly paved road, convenient and comfortable, is the way to spiritual and emotional stagnation. We can't pretend love nor can we pretend happiness. Busyness does not equate fulfillment.

Hi G. You arrive at the path of the magic of possibilities... The path of the Magician represents the magic of possibilities, discipline and focus. The Magician is the charming negotiator with magical communication skills. His verbal eloquence makes him a persuasive speaker, salesperson or negotiator, but also a deceptive trickster or bluffer when he uses his elocutionary gifts to accomplish darker goals. My Interpretation Of The Magician The Magician is enumerated one which suits him perfectly since this card represents someone who can attain goals through personal tools, which for the Magician are his agile mind and adept communication skills. The Magician uses these eloquent verbal skills for both positive and nefarious outcomes. The Magician symbolizes new beginnings, where all things are possible, and his confidence enables him to focus all his attention on the task at hand. His mastery and capacity for focus cannot be shaken. Fueled by a strong desire to achieve and d...

"We're not meant to be perfect. We're meant to be whole." It's an understanding of who we're meant to be that requires a certain wisdon to fully grasp ... and a certain humility about how we view ourselves.

I love you in a memory in a thought and in a dream. I love you in the morning's grace and at the dusk's twilight. I love you without fear without dread, without measure. I love you beyond a day's regret, and with the certainty of time.

what did the moon bring? - a memory what did the moon bring? - a word what did the moon bring? - a song what did the moon bring? - a voice what did the moon bring? - an echo what did the moon bring? - a love

Lost in my own darkness Lost in fear, lost in regrets Lost is indecipherable anger Lost in the illlusion of normalcy Castigating myself for perceived inadequacy turning to ashes the feelings of those around Unable to show vulnerabily Fearful others would condemn & deride, Chide at my efforts Their mocking faces shaming ... So, yes, that is a version of hell I will never see again.