Anger: Personal loss...more mine than yours.
Black: independence. (Credits to thunderstorm)
Consent: incentive to persist.
Dance: See Dreams
Dreams: My intuitive life. Usually a unidimensional apparatus I enter and exit by my own free will. A multidimensional apparatus; builds on mutual or collective consent and faith.
Ebb: unpredicted but temporary. I remember my failures more than my successes.
Faith: I believe and what remains I achieve.
Family/Friends: Anchors. Teachers. Grudge: I nurse till dusk and blow it away in the wind.
Habit: My demise. Hug: My idea of resolving a conflict, difference, situation. I: means to an end. concentric circle. nucleus in me. bites back without a bruise. Heals without a thread to connect. Fades into anonymity and resurfaces with a bang. Jaded: Routine. See Habit. Kali: My inner goddess Love: unadulterated and forever...in all shapes, sizes and colors.
Mother: With a life-supply of credits to my biological mother, I am my own child.
Now: revisiting past, current moment, a winning instant, a losing second, nine-months in gestation, a year in preparation. Om: the music in my ears. Permanence: Zilch. Dreams change, so do I. It is consented sex today and rape of the mind tomorrow. Oceans dry, I am a mere tap.
Pretence: My social life.
Quest: purposive. as long as I last.
Sex: Strange EXpression to accentuate a list of L words. A gut feel says I maybe a dolphin at it.
Space: Vast and unrestricted expanses of trust.
Touch: Heals, calms and forgives.
U: I for you and You for I. My challenge. A friend. Alter Ego. Blood ties. The specks, dots, dash, curves and lines in my universe.
Vacuum: >> <<
An exercise: Clutter you mind with all you can think about. Tire yourself physically. Eat to the brim. Plug out. We: The union. Relatioships. Me and my soul. See U and I Written: Maktub. Say what you mean. Write as you speak. Think as you say. See as you envision. Live as you dream. Credibility. (Credits to a woman I know) Xerox: photocopy moments. My only satchel to carry everywhere and out of here. Yahweh: A song by the Irish rock group U2. I didnt know what it meant till I sang the song. Zoic: My instincts. Thought pattern on Hungry days. Sexual needs. |
