THE

SOUL

A man stands and as the man again, the man who was a quest, who was within the things he needed to know. This man had his meaning and his dream for the purpose of becoming the energy of his body, his mind, and the Heart he found within the way of the swinging things delivered between the living, and his dream. In the creation his way of balancing his purpose,focus,feelings and truth. Doing the right thing it seams has not been his reward. The hidden moments of escape and the links that ended in missing mistakes, unraveling the core threads of his being. This man was lost again in nothing but the work he trusted was the priority, the future, and the endless river of the way to becoming the one single being. It's all included in peaceful place hidden in what was the gift he became. When the future is present and the reason is real, The reason is true and the reason isn’t something we have or ever walk up too. The reason is the one thing we trust, the thing that has to be concrete between the years.. Why do we find the happiness in single moments that tether us to the climbing rope we set as our safety line in case we forget to hold onto what it means to love someone, something, someplace, some time, or some how. When the rope was tied it was not tied to the river of our intent and the future slipped off corse while we kept working and working to feel secure and free from needing to have things that are all distractions from the ever loving once in a life time being, it is in living with the winds and setting suns. The man became frozen again. The man was not the man he hoped to become because the man he was, was lost, on the way up the wall he forgot about fear and the wall of fear is not to tall nor the danger of the slipping fall. Athens and a wall of fear is the hidden things we do to improve nothing but the way we feel when the things we perceive are important enough to ignore, it's the world we are creating from what we want and what we want it to be. If it is not already a beautiful thing, the man can’t change it, he can only loose his footing and as he forgets to hold the things he holds dear close to his soul, he finds himself in the emptiness of weightless places. The places where we will meet our selves and see all the purpose we protected become the emptiness of not loving. Who we need to be to define the moment of our being. It is a failure of monumental awareness and the gift, the beautiful thing we found through truth will not be the beautiful meaning of what we have and what we keep. It is lost to the darkest dreams and in those dreams we meet the terror and the pain that late at night comes from a place we created in false freedom and false beliefs. In this the man can’t see the trees, the life, the love, or the little things that spark up light. It’s the slowest fade from bright and pure passion to the dull ways we stand the pain. Instead of having a warrior of ourselves fly up from our very souls. The man lost his right to decide his time his life his whole mission of why this is his life and it happened in less than the blink of an eye. He cant see the swing he had, no pond to guide him back to change the thoughts that became the pain this is the punishment that must have hidden within him and slept. Beneith his simple success . His last attempt to be a man that was as it is to have the right to be the man he believed, was man enough to find the way that was paved for him to have and the way was a trap that didn’t catch him. It was the the trap that took everything he had and ripped out his heart through the disgrace of failing to see the signs that had to be taken apart for his mind to finish first placed upon the physical beating of having one single pure thing and never appreciating its once, not in a life time blessing. This is the shattered soul blasted into pieces of what will never become one again. This is the nightmare that drives the silent darkness upon a a track that leads into the oblivion of someone who only wanted to be the friend he needed to have to achieve everything he wanted to be. He can’t have a home without a heart, he cant be alive without his soul and he is in life a dead thing. What is this place? The screaming of trees, the water lost into the polluted stream. Healing is not here for this man and as a whole, he was frozen cold and far from real. The truth is not always the good thing we can rely on and the fantasy is the death we can’t have because we want it so bad. What I am is shrinking into the emptiness of giving it all away and walking off purposeless and unafraid because there isn’t something that I will wish for. I will not wish to be anything more than the space I take and I demand that it is this in darkness and disgrace. Please dont make me see who I am because its too awful to feel my eyes looking at what I cost the world. I looked away when I needed to stay. I can not get enough of it back, its been take by demons and darkness. So in this darkness the man is chained. He wont give in because the man deserves the pain. It's his,

End Game.......

As The Whole world sleeps

I can not,

I focus on a calming breath.

Slowly in, and one, two, release.

Less than a minute later,

I forget, it switches back,

Once again, evening scenes,

Reload, rewind, repeat, and pause.

The Routine didn’t change,

Usual places with familiar faces.

Myself and a friend, laughing and chatting,

Then what seemed usual, rearranged.

Senses suddenly aware of a change in the air,

It was almost magnetic in evolution,

a force that overcame will with power,

I closed of my eyes and tried to feel its name,

This vision came, a projected fantasy,

frame by frame.

The man was me, in the dream,

Familiar it seemed although,

Vaguely, I knew this was a new station, Finely tuned to a new musical theme.

As inside me, a desire realizing,

Flint on steel, sparking up, fireflies like lightning.

Instinct rising and upstanding,

The hairs upon my neck, electric.

While Dangerous alarms went suddenly wild.

Clarity is the world of passion,

As passion celebrates an awakening attraction,

Happening truth is the undeniable energy,

Just one step closer toward this friend,

And lightly I brushed a touch.

From that;

Rushing blood heart beats awakening,

Temporal confidence is surging with potential,

Forgotten breath and in this beating chest a skip it did,

Involuntarily Quickening.

Almost nervous, almost afraid,

A Devine taste of something sacred,

A hand slowly shifts,

a string pulls a dream,

Like a light switch click,

harmonic vibrations set free the tone.

Never a word or a thought, this meaning was the silent feeling,

Eye to Eye, faithful hands, so delicately devoted,

Courage was bravely holding fate,

Her clothes mocking, a gesture of layered secrecy

Almost real, the question, shall I seek out this mystery,

Lying Beneath her silky armor,

is her most sacred honor.

As a masculine need takes control,

Her defiance instantly deflates, and a reflex embraces,

A shared sense of glowing growth

She knows her beautiful soul is connected,

So Down this road they both will go.

Upon the wall her shadow stands,

Upon the shadow lays a mans hand,

Softly across her it slides, up her shoulders blade,

Floating without a thought toward

The bare skin upon her neck.

Sudden sensations, true connection.

Lightly fingers trace the shape of each other’s impression,

As one presses the other does follows,

until closer, closure In it soon ensues.

beginning this tingling awakens,

skin on skin,

And at last the frozen breath,

lost and found,

Releases expectation.

From her lips a soft moan pleads pleasure,

The harmonic tone vibrates itself into a symphony,

A sound felt fire of flame.

The taste of desire, resonating within,

The journey begins as her head falls to her left,

The vampires un-resistible temptation,

pulsating in arterial revelation.

He seizes her will in his,

in each other a chill does rise.

Intimacy unfolding.

As his face passes her necklace of golden lace,

He stops ever so close,

her earrings sparkle in his eyes,

And as soft as a humming birds wing,

He whispers.

In this, is my honor

This moment is alone

It’s for me to show you

The exact nature of your power,

The desire you inspire

The attraction of undeniable Passion.

This is a place and it’s well within reach,

As the world ends and time stands still,

All I wish is to know is your soul intertwined around mine.

From Within the depths of the ocean seas,

A breath of creation,

Release yourself to know the way,

The way you feel,

When I be me, and you be you,

Discover this true experience,

Fearless and ferocious

Hold nothing back.

Show me the true beauty of

Your naked soul.

I alone demand to know.

As the whole world sleeps

I can not.

I get it all, now! True clarity in all the days. I lost my heart one night. I lost the beat of my life, I had to stand between my future and a child in disguise. The smile will haunt me endlessly. inside of this dream.

I sleep alive in the darkness that awakens the single most defining moment of my existence. Time is frozen within me. Inside of this dream I was living a life without will. A distracted death and the pull was an angel trying to tell me I was missing it all.

In the twisted way that evil embeds itself into every thing, a good deed becomes a weed’s seed. An angel screams, the silent cry, disguised in innocent goodness this thing came exactly the same way it came before. Love of life no more, no more, no moments may change.

Thats the day I got it, clarified truth in disinfected clarity of my mistaken priority’s. Heaven’s a wash now, and I fooled myself into a long lie. Life is the time you are in, not the time you might have later. Later is the pointed edge of razor sharp regret.

I reached out for the way and found the usual illusion.

Keep up! Keep up, stay ahead of the parade. The happiness can’t come if you don’t take the wage you make for a spin in a sporty acquisition, take it into the future security of what you can’t have until they say So! Nothing can be waisted, not a single split second of time is extra. Enjoy it later after you have earned the deserving dish of having slaved all your power to convince the youth that life is a true lie.

This class action contract is not in synergetic dividends of equality and reputable returns of compounding interest rates.

The size of your soul shrinks every day that you convince yourself to step off the cliff of forsaking moments to run the race, run, work, sleep eight, and repeat five times, at least, a week. Ok, in two weeks take one for yourself and give the creators remainder one sunny afternoon too.

The gift of God reinvented into a biblical manifestation of mind controlling conditioning pros.

The only thing it redeems, feeds another mans dream. Take head of the needful things, you don’t need, balance is not all about having the future set into a sculpture you mold and cast in order to hold it over your head while cheering for your own self-importance and decree that the distinguished extremes, of your prideful prison cell is real self-esteem. Your energetic growth is not a corner office suite, on the top floor. The office is the face you see instead of, the love of your life. Laughing at little things happening endlessly.

You see, you don’t see.

All of the understood foundational structure of our humanity is designed to manipulate, the many, into tools of the few. and the true value of this life is waisted for nothing other than the true power controlling us with social standing.

The popular celebrity isn’t going to actually make his own coffee.

Inside of this dream I found the one person who never fell for the long lie. She was murdered by technology’s twisted Jesus. The message of an organized institution that is repackaging the meaning of Christ's life into dollars that don’t make sense and sense that can’t change itself into what love really means.

When you see through what is inside of this dream, we all dream, on repeated genealogy, you will cry. They stole the evolution of the your life is, with punch time card manipulations.

Who you came from is your rolling station of racial conception. Forget not your place, your social security number, you’re certifications and degrees, or your time line to true success. Which is having so much you can quit living.

If one day you meet the soul of your own check and mate, make them laughing out loud and inside, the highest of all priority’s, spend every moment you’re together focused into the infusion of the experience. From inside of a weaving dream, linked souls intertwined in between, the other souls of love which you are so blessed to be alive with, are in the true dream, it is awaking a dreams awakening. Look around, our actual ability to define the purpose we become, our creation is chosen inspiration. So live inside of the dream you bring and share your love, as is, for always, and tell them how it feels. Every single day.