When you hear the word “soulmate”, you immediately think of the person you are to spend your life with in a romantic and/or sexual way; your husband, wife, partner, and lover. But a true soulmate encompasses so much more. There are so many different types of soulmates in the world because the category cannot be so narrowed to the mainstream way of thinking. It is my belief that you can have more than one soulmate simply because humans are so complex and filled with such different thoughts and emotions.

When you do find a soulmate, your heart soars; it beats more strongly than ever before because your soul is rejoicing in finding a missing piece. Ever met someone for the first time, but it feels as though you’ve known them forever? Or felt the urge to speak to a complete stranger because something is drawing you over? How about the confusion you may feel because you experience an attraction to someone that you never anticipated you would (for example, finding yourself attracted to the same gender if you identify as heterosexual)? Your soul knows what it wants, and actively seeks those people to help you feel complete.

In Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. This did not explicitly imply a physical relationship; moreover, the people that were split were male/female, male/male, and female/female. This in and of itself should lend support to the idea that there is more than one type of soulmate.

Soulmates can be found based upon such things as similarity, love, romance, comfort, intimacy, sexuality and sexual activity, spirituality, compatibility, and trust. Have you ever felt so close to a person that you cannot understand why you are in separate bodies? You can love a person without being “in love” with them and the emotions and actions that said emotion entails. You can find comfort in similarity with another person. Intimacy is not strictly limited to carnal lusts; speaking of things no one else knows and sharing personal information requires a special bond, as well as compatibility and trust.

It is my belief that there are a lucky few people in the world who have truly succeeded in finding and reconnecting with their missing half. The rest of us may be joined at the foot to our best friend, by our torso to our lover or partner, the head by someone who stimulates and challenges you intellectually, and your heart by your spiritual equal. And while you can be content and quite happy with these different pieces coming together to make you whole, you might just have the fleeting thought that something might be missing. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but there’s an emptiness there. Simply put, you haven’t found the final piece of your soul, your final “soulmate”.

          There was a sadness in her eyes when I pulled away. Heaven knows I hated to be the cause of it…. even if it meant that I was loved. I think about it often enough, the awkwardness of that embrace, but also the purity of it, the sincerity of it. Moments like those leave us wondering if we will ever feel to that extent again, if the depths of such emotion are to be plumbed once and no more.

          It certainly feels that way; seems as though we barely escaped with our lives, our dignity. Moments like those teach us that we are capable of a love beyond reason, beyond one’s capacity for logic. I try to tear it apart, to analyze it and with all my words I cannot define it. I cannot parse out its inner workings or discover by what mechanism it so seizes the brain and turns intelligence to infantile mumblings.

         This is not a confession I often make, to admit an inability to understand a concept. Yet, it is the confession I make now. I confess that I do not understand love and its ability to arise from nothing more than the meeting of two strangers.

Pharmaceuticals created all the drugs on the list of "war of drugs" and continue to do so to this day. These are the real drug dealers of the world, and psychology/medicine is the "excuse" that keeps them out of jail.

1: Cocaine. Cocaine. Cocaine is a powerfully addictive drug of abuse. - In 1885 the U.S. manufacturer Parke-Davis sold cocaine in various forms, including cigarettes, powder, and even a cocaine mixture that could be injected directly into the user's veins with the included needle.

2: Crack Cocaine. Crack Cocaine. ... As boarder control tightened, drug dealers cut cocaine into crack in the 1970s to boost profit sales.

3: Date Rape Drugs – GHB. GHB. Rohypnol ( Roofies ) Rohypnol (Roofies) - GHB was synthesized and introduced into medicine in 1960.

4: Ecstasy. Ecstasy. - MDMA was developed in Germany in the early 1900s as a parent compound to be used to synthesize other pharmaceuticals. During the 1970s, in the United States, some psychiatrists began using MDMA as a psychotherapeutic tool, despite the fact that the drug had never undergone formal clinical trials

5: Heroin. Heroin. From the late 1800’s to the early 1900’s the reputable drug companies of the day began manufacturing over-the-counter drug kits. These kits contained a glass barreled hypodermic needle and vials of opiates (morphine or heroin) and/or cocaine packaged neatly in attractive engraved tin cases.

6: Ketamine Hydrochloride. Ketamine Hydrochloride. - 1962 when it was first synthesized by American scientist Calvin Stevens at the Parke Davis Laboratories. As the history of Ketamine began, it was initially named CI-581 and developed as a derivative of PCP, synthesized in 1926, as an anesthetic drug which acts, primarily, as an NMDA receptor antagonist.

7: LSD. LSD.- Albert Hofmann, a chemist working for Sandoz Pharmaceutical, synthesized1 LSD for the first time in 1938, in Basel, Switzerland, while looking for a blood stimulant. However, its hallucinogenic effects were unknown until 1943 when Hofmann accidentally consumed some LSD.

Know your facts.

The worst of man's designs. So

Many to choose from. But today I choose history. And will argue as such the teachers of. Unknowingly or not. Responsible for spreading a terrible disease resulting in the death of millions of people. Everyone's heard of course. Of documenting histories importance. " Those not taught the bleak history of humankind are doomed to repeat it." Or something like that. And information of course. Educating people is the quickest way to end the crimes of are past humanity.

I disagree. History is and has always been used as recruiting tool for evil. Disguised as teaching of its dangers. By religion,tribe,nation and family heads all if I which I consider racist propaganda money printing machines if every any of mankind were forced upon subjectively. The teaching of one god. Most commonly the one teacher follows and speaks of as the true god. As righteous. And followers of all other gods as unrighteous is no different then Whites are superior and Blacks are Inferior

Yet nobody blinks and eye when they teach their kids this this evil history. That is the cause of all this violence.

I contest that until all of mankind consider them just that. As one of mankind and not as black or white or anything nationalistic or tribalistic nothing will change. Reparations are morally wrong I also contented no different then being convicted to death for the crimes of your father. No one died by hand. No one pained by my hand. No crime my hand did commit. Yet criminally responsibility I am asked to accept. Because of weak racist minds. Still subject to the stupidity of tribalism and history. You were not other people you do not have a people you are a person singular nothing that happened to someone else happened to you. The fair world that all claim to desire. Cannot be if any unfairness be fall even one of mankind. Life Fair/Unfair means either a life. 50% good times 50% bad times or life of 100% good times or a life of 100% bad. Only one of those lives has been wronged more then another. And it's dead. No one still alive has been wronged 100% of there time on earth till then. There death. Of coarse any ongoing human rights are terrible and yes we are responsible for these but something done by someone nothing more than the same color of you before you were born you were not responsible for. Racism itself wouldn't be wrong if it didn't cause the detriment of another person. If seclusion resulted in a tribalism that never went outside itself and therefore could not hurt anybody else it's no different than a bear shit in the woods didn't even happen and if nothing evil happened. Who then was wronged. By that racism.

The children of the tribe maybe could contented such. For missing out on the ability to learn all that the world has to offer. But no one outside of the tribe could contain anything of offense.

I wrote this bit of...Know In me.

Regrettably penned from its start.

As all other works I revere.

To ashamed to share with loved ones.

No indignation hear. Have feared not.

My thoughts unburdened. I'm sure blind. To my worst crimes. Are my peers. Or their morality a fallacy adjusted to ones needs. My reactions to all actions. Is acting to appease. Attracting what I wish from the bleachers. If any or all my friends near. I'm a fake. I'm a phony. And you thank me. As I do the same in return. My happiness is my intent. I can't lie and say it was yours. As I held open the door. Cause it's the smiles on your face that I implore. A greedy friend. All I am and nothing more. Cause the truth is. You've never met. More than Two Fourths of me. Scared I sparred certain parts. You wouldn't need..... To love me. To love me. I love thee.

Lay your hands gently upon my naked heart

     blend, meld, coalesce into one

     whisper in refrain heard by lovers

     aglow in the darkness of our need

Lay your hands gently upon my naked heart

     stroke rhythm of unfolding love

     expose the passion in our hands

     polish the evening of sapphires

Lay your hands gently upon my naked heart

     share the breaths of life

     slow fingers of August heat

     scented emotions clinging

Lay your hands gently upon my naked heart

     two hearts and two souls

     deep amethyst shadows

     strolling together at dusk

Lay your hands gently upon my naked heart

     harnessing our storms

     unleashing our ardor

     sharing moon’s first glow

The sheer sophistication of her presence

Causes the room to fall silent as

She glides across the mahogany floor

As if walking on air, though

There are no airs about her.

Men clamor for her attention

And women wish they could be her

As their amber eyes morph to emerald

Her beauty and grace tempered

The room as each melodic tone

From the saxophone caressed

Her ears like lovers from her past.

Men whose tears now bottled

Upon a shelf in her heart, as

She vowed to each one

How special they were

Never negating their

Strength as a man,

But knowing within her soul

They were not her one and true mate.

Her head sways to the music

As her hips follow in a trance

Commanded by each beat of the drum.

Engulfed by the pulsing sounds

She swirls around and around

Forgetting she is not the only one there.

From across the room, he stares at her

In amusement, wondering who is

This woman who has grasped the

Attention of both men and women.

The pursuit of his happiness

Consumes him as he approaches

Her with caution, not wanting to

Disrupt her groove.

Their bodies move from time

Into eternity as they dance

The night away. Their embrace

Grows stronger with each

New song played.

Their hearts now intertwined

By chance and circumstance

As souls mate on a first date

However, this is not a one night stand.

Love’s call is answered

By the beating of their

Hearts, pounding together

In sync with the rhythm of life.

He inhales as she exhales

Forming a symbiotic relationship

the two are now one.

Kisses consummate

The dance shared

In this secret ceremony

Conducted by a jazz band.

As wind instruments

pronounce them man and wife,

Tickled ivories laugh

With glee at this union

Of souls bound together

As they transcend through

Space and time.

If you agree with them, they are an Activist. If you disagree, they are a SJW.

If you agree with them, they are Freedom Fighters. If you disagree, they are Terrorists.

If you agree with them, they are Journalists. If you disagree, they are Fake News.

If you agree with them, they are humans. If you disagree, they are abominations.