Vivid dreams

My thoughts light a fuse in my head that forever burns. Do my dreams portray my true self? Sometimes I think my life is a dream. But what would dreams be called then? Inception. Am I living? Or am I dead waiting to live. Maybe that’s what happens when we die. Maybe we are dying our whole lives, just to live in the end. So many misconceptions of what it really means to live, to be free, to love. They say this is what makes us human. The capacity to love. But what about all the hate. All the history constantly repeating itself, all a cycles of destruction and tears and death. For what? For short-lived power, money, territory? The  absurdity of this fact makes me think long and hard. Makes me think about the world we all live on as one species. We are supposed to all be human! But denial springs from the depths of my understanding.  How could any human kill another soul, another life form, a piece of yourself dying as you pull that trigger, as you push hard into her stomach with the knife and watch the light disappear from her eyes. And It kills me.  Tears roll down my cheeks this very moment. Now I’m waiting to live. Waiting for the day when we drop our guns, when we push our books off the tables, when we awaken and remain stagnant no more. Not realizing that you could have it all. Not realizing that you have the capacity to break all the chains they put on you. And my soul retracts and reshapes and erupts not with that same hate, but with an urge to break free! An urge to send my message to the world.  How long this message will take I don’t know. But one thing I do know is that we must awaken from this dream. We must learn how to truly live, to love unconditionally as we all have when we were brought to this place. This place where reality is what we make it, where the physical is made by an emotion, a thought.  That’s where it all starts. You have the power to fix all your problems.  You have the power to heal the world. It starts with one thought, that thought forms a word. But remember, words are nothing without meaning. Without emotion. And when the words hate, death, and fear have been taken away from our dictionaries as well as our minds, will we truly be free.

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.

The path to my soul, doesn't pertain to my mold

Layers aspects, peeled away

As I realize, we are specs

Of vibrant noise that

Feel the need to break free

Enlightenment comes from

Within, as above so

Below, my mind will

Never go again

Make your enemy

Your friend

(We can all find the path of enlightenment which is within ourselves, past the skin, muscles, bones, nerves, we are vibration; Ripples of possibilities on a wave of opportunity. We can really do anything, and as you realize this you begin to accomplish the impossible. Physical reality is an illusion to the grand picture, the higher frequencies we once came from and we will go to again. This is an important time. Love will conquer the space between us until it exists no more. Only until we truly know ourselves will we find our place among the stars. We are one. )