Puzzle piece

In my mind I prevail at each dawn , epiphanies of greatness swimming past my skull. An overwhelming love filling my every cell and atom and like an explosion as two galaxies collide on an ever so far universe. It all sums up in one moment. After the moment passes I’m left with answers. To what questions? Only possibilities. I feel as though this language only I can understand. I long for those with like minds. People who search to forever find. Where are those people now? Parts of me, and me parts of them. Like a puzzle piece waiting to be reconstructed. 

Nirvana

Will the trumpets sound, and the birds still sing?

When freedom rings.

A place for the beautiful things

The hate all gone none have heard the name.

will we love all the same?

Will we remember?

Like nightmares of a time ago

No, fear we shall never know

Pure, inexplicable

Will be our miracles

Thoughts translucent

For all to see

No judgment, no poverty

All will be free.

Don’t cry

But if you do

Our tears will shine the path to truth

They will gather

In another place

Never to see

Your soul nor face.

destiny

At times I ask myself why I am an outsider. But other times I just accept the things that brought me to be that person. The characteristics  that have been labeled throughout my life. I have seen great things. Bad things, sad things, all types of things, I have yet to see but I feel as though Iv’e seen it all. From the window looking in. where I question everyone’s normality. Everyone’s dilemmas, their struggle, to see, the true light. Not those stale fluorescent lights, but the Sun. The eternal light that shines behind our eyes. And as I look within they look out and notice the difference. I’m not accepted because I’m different. But the beauty of this, the irony.  I used to be on the inside. I have seen it all. We are meant to experience, to see all, to choose. Our destiny. 

Mind scattered. Questions cant form endings . too much thought .take a step back and observe. What brought me to where I am? I’m so happy now. But theres something missing. Loose peace of myself. Looking within for answers .the outside inspires me. Gods work sorrounds me, others inspire me. But this thrilling unsettled calm settles over me, wanting to do something. Something important. I know it I am certain, should I wait. Im tired of waiting , I want the truth. Can I handle it? All I want is peace, love, unity,  but it’s a dangerous world we live in. Is it so hard to believe that Im not from here?

The relevance of events really puzzle me. Why does anything even really matter. Life is just change. Constant change. Setting, personality, physical appearance. Everything changes. We struggle to hold on to the past, trying to drag it on to our future. But we must learn to live in the present. We must learn how to live in general. I want to live

There are so many types of love in the world. From the unconditional infinite love for your parents to the perpetual search for true love, the other half of you, and all in between. Each person we meet takes a piece of us, we leave behind but a memory, a whisper of the past, but each person makes us who we are. An unseen force thrusting us into not the darkness that is the future, but the light that is now.  On this undying quest we searched frantically, for him, for her, for love from the people, and towards people, lost because I have so much love to give. It piles up on the far reaches of the universe of my mind waiting to be called upon by my hearts receptors. Does love come from the heart? Some say it comes from a simple touch, when eyes meet, or maybe it’s in the air. I think it comes from our inner bodies, our souls. Why is it that we want so much as human beings.  So much to love and care for, so much to hope for. And we shrink at the voices of others, others who are capable of the same love and because they don’t realize nor understand it they convince themselves by shutting down those around them.. We all search. Quietly, loudly, desperately, infinitely…. All wanting to shine, all wanting to break free, all wanting to escape this irrational reality that emanates hate without purpose. What I’d give to peel my skin away, my bones, like a rose, to be myself, to be pure energy, to find the other half, to be infinite, to be love.