A simple hello whispered that shattered all doubts and pain.  All notions of truth shown as brightly as a dying sun. 

lexical congregation

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because I didn’t look at her
Like her Father, Society, Mother
Or, even how she looked at herself

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because when I laid eyes on her
I saw what no one else would
What no one else could

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because I looked beyond her hair and makeup
Past all the “flaws” and “imperfections” "Gap Tooth"
All that I saw was her beauty

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because my vision of her was Angelic
More pristine than the season’s first snowfall
What I saw was perfection personified

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because I never blinked in her presence
For fear of losing sight of her radiance
Even for a fraction of a second

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because my eyes understood who she was
My eyes never judged her
And my eyes always accepted her

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because whenever I looked at her
Time stood still
And all that existed was her and I

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because my eyes were the power
And she was my crowning glory
The reason for waking each morning

She liked the way she looked
Through my eyes
Because no one else saw her the way I did
No one else’s gaze conveyed unconditional love
No one else looked and saw only her

Fin!

Do you think that past relationships can have an affect on your self-image? Or are you the type of person that doesn’t get affected by other’s opinion of you?

Let me be the wind that bring change within your soul
Let me be the sea that you throw all your love into, it will never be lost
Let me be

Let me be the cause behind your reason to surrender
Let me show you the truth why even in darkness there is a light
Let me be the hunger that neither you nor another soul can satisfy

I'm sitting here, listening to some music and a thought crosses my mind. "cast your sins in the sea's of forgetfullness.

I've been hurt terribly by someone that I loved. I remember that word "forgiveness"was not a friend to me. I wanted to hurt her so badly. I wanted to make her soul die by my hands at a point. But I am no longer a student of life, I am the author of my destiny. I could not bring myself to hurt a woman I loved. so for the first time I unclenched my fist and allowed my heart to be taken apart......

Let me be the one that carries all your burdens
Let me be the understanding behind "I do"

Slow dancing with me tonight?

Slow dancing in a burning a room

It confounds your thoughts to hold still and venture closer to the edge of nothingness, it almost compells your soul to simply forsake it's last breath and in the moment you begining to dancing it captures the essence of what and all you were and will be.

It doesn't ask you for the meaning of your life, but rather what meaning have you inspired in life. What good are a thousand words if none can redeem your soul's desire?, what good is the meaning of heavens promise if your delight is simply to dance in the arms of a forsaken soul? would heaven understand if paradise is in the bowels of hell with the lover that lost their soul, would God forgive you if you desire not the golden gates but rather the bed of tormented souls.

It's not an eloquent prayer to God, but rather a convicted letter to one's soul that no longer desire to know the breath of peace but one that wish to bring peace to its own soul with the corrupted essence of a kiss that for reasons unknown, you can't wipe away.

do you know what the night gave up in order to capture the day? it convince God that heaven is nothing with out the warmth of a lovers touch consumed in longing and absence.

factual fairytales

Mother said baby be careful with the heart that you wish to posses for in it you will find your peace and your hell.

My mother captivates my curiousity for you see, before I understood the meaning of woman as a man she was the tailor of my heart towards a woman. I am far from perfect and at times I brought tears to her eyes with the manner that I have held some women in my life time. to be honest, mother teach men how to hold a woman, men teach their sons how to maintain that grasp. People say that the union and man is not necassary in the growth of a child but thats not true. Recently I told my mother about a relationship I made mistakes in and one that created in me a space so deep that I became silent. she turns and says "men sometimes fail to understand that love is a force more powerful than soul, sometimes it is not you who moves it but it that moves you. be still love never goes further than it has to"

Sometimes mother teach their sons fairy tales in life, I've come to understand that its in those fairy tales that mother teach their sons the measure of a womans heart. I haven't connected with my mother in such a long time simply because life got grander and the journey took unexpected turns. I hope she is right, I believe in the whispers of dreams and sometimes I can hear a song simply by thinking about a certain woman, whats funny its a song I haven't heard since I was a boy in south america. strange how the sound that defines your love is the one you forsaked as a boy when I thought men no longer listen to such childish things. Funny what men hear when the contemplation of their souls whisper back to them.

Currently listening: Promise By Sade Release date: 14 November, 2000

Faithless Woman

I may not be close but I can feel your pain, you see from the start I told you I wanted nothing more than to consume the very nature of your essence. You thought I was speaking poeticly but in truth I've sipped the soul away from your lonely heart. I remember looking into your eyes and all the fear and loneliness that consumed your heart, in time something else came to shine within your eyes. Happiness. for every part of you that I consumed a lingering word was put in its place. mention my name and a thousands stars exploded within your eyes that you couldn't help but smile, is it any wonder I say your eyes speak more to me than the very words that pour from your lips. You try to erase the very scent of my touch from your memory, hoping for a reprive from this space that has now come to define us praying that time is merciful and stop the pain.

Let me explain to you in simplicity, every time I touched your lips I stripped the essence of your soul in minute measures and stored them in my heart, every time I touched you I stole a measure of your soul and hid it in depth of my own heart, you may walk a thousand miles away from this life, but I will forever be able to feel your pain, your joy for while one may seek your heart, i've desired your soul long before your heart was given to creation. I remember where my soul walked with you, how can I make it forget?. I can feel the very thing that I came to steal, your soul.
Too bad your faith is not strong enough to believe that even a fallen soul can still measure .

" In my youth I created a prison on a bed of roses called tomorrow" I've come to the conclusion that I have a God complex, I say this simply because tomorrow has become my only obsession. I plan for tomorrow like a mother tend to her child. Tomorrow and the possibility of a tomorrow compels me to fashion my days, cultivate my nights and assimilate my dreams into my life, But today I came to a sense of understanding. "the true meaning of a prison is to simply contemplate tomorrow" Plato. I should plan my tomorrows with Jah, and not my own design. Planning tomorrow without God is like building a house without the designer. Makes no sense. So pray!

Tandy

Tandy

You remain my eternal warmth, you've made visions once gone resurface in my heart and compelled me to move forward, even when I no longer saw a path. In my heart is etched the fabric of your smile, consumed in my arms are the lingering scent of your thoughts. These are the moments that define my heart, make clear my soul and consume my curiousity. I've traveled far from home, but home was never far from my heart. I've seen many faces, kissed many lips and consumed many souls, none linger longer than your smile, in you I found purpose, in you I found peace, in you I saw strength manifest itself in the form of a child. You surpassed me in our journey. You became my inspiration when you looked up to me.

I remember laying on mom belly and listening to you move. I promised you I would never go far without you, but I never imagined you would go so far without me...If I've never told you, know this, you helped me understand what it meant to love a little lady with a smile capable of damning the sun, and make the moon pale in comparison. I've never seen a soul shine brighter than your's. I'm never far from you, with but a whisper I would condem all souls to simply make you feel safe.

Sometimes we walk through life, hiding our hearts and forsaking our souls, for you my sister I would reveal every thing. I know you stop by and read, so for you and the world to know. I could never stop loving, caring, dreaming and wishing that you find peace, love and happiness in this life, and if this life should deny you that, then peace be with man, for I would wage war against the universe for your joy.

I love you Tandy. You always make me smile with your strength and innocence.

"Touch me in the cornors of my mind and negate the mask that holds you curious,
touch me in the confines of my soul and reveal to me the nature of my heart"
I love this quote..who wrote it is currently a debate.

I've been meditating on the purpose of this blog. Is it to reveal a measure of myself to the web or simply to find a medium that I can express my ideas and in doing so, spark a REVOLUTION (I'm all for anarcy for a greater good:)

Who am I:

I love those mystical questions in the movies that somehow defines the greatness that is innate within the star...well that's how I feel. I am an uncle, a brother, a son, friend, companion to knowledge and growth. I strive to a greater degree to make my life safe, fullfilled and aware of those in my life.

I'm trying to be the man my Son emulates with pride and my daughter search faithfully in life as a husband from the love she see's for her mother.

I'm argumentative so be aware I enjoy a good spirited verbal battle, trust me I'm not limited in my arguments. Argument does not mean a "for or against" point of view, but rather a discussion on our perception on a particular subject matter.

Come lets vibe together over a glass of red wine and a peace smoke :)