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Monday, October 6, 2014

Love Observed

He thought I loved 
myself and thought
and so it came to be
he loved he thought 
more than himself
and now he loves for me

He thought his thought 
could choose to love 
as easy as can be
Though  love and thought 
may intertwine
they'll separate for we

I thought my love 
could grow and shrink 
but so I came to find 
my thoughts on love 
were nothing more 
than products of my mind 

But hearts have not 
the choice of thought
they simply have to feel 
and love I've found 
in just this way
is oh so very real 



                                      

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Monday, September 29, 2014

The Anti-Sprawl


"I'm happy just because I found out I am really no one" - C.O.
 
What I find more meaningful to my exsitence than any predisposed plan recited to me by someone I was conditioned to believe had the knowledge, 
Is the absolute absense of purpose in life. 

I don't live for a reason, or a plan, my life sheds no meaning on the big picture aside from the fact that I am a minuscule part of it. 
And in this fact I find comfort. 

To live for no one grants the freedom to live for oneself, in the highest quality because it is decided on such a personal level no organization could provide. 

Who are they to tell me where I am from?

Who are they to tell me why I am here?

Who are they to tell me where I'm going? 

And who granted them this power other than the power before them? 

(They use fear to gain control and guilt to keep it)

I will decide my fate. I will create myself. My life story is of independence and FREEDOM from purpose. my values are derived from my heart. How could another person know what is right and wrong at the core of my personal existence? 

Censorship is the catalyst of corruption. 

I will never be confined by the chains of acceptance, because I will always accept what I am, and why. 
I will never live in fear of judgment because I have already decided who I am, and decided to love.


Nothing is everything. 




Aesthetics of Thursday

I like the art in cartoons that is left out of focus 
and fictional movies with realistic approaches
I like fog when it rests on hillsides in the distance
and iron bar balconies on small streets in big cities
I like observing couples on obvious first dates
and when people with bad posture remind me to stand straight
I like weird slang terms for drugs
and elongated hugs
I like when pets match their owners 
and vegan alternatives
I like the kids at school who are actual loners
I like peonies and baby's breath, but not as much as their names. 
I like people with wrinkles and stories to match.
I like penny lane
I like the way smoke looks in photographs
I like gypsy practices although I don't partake
I don't like swimming in pools but love swimming in lakes
I like the way spines look when protruding from skin.
And how shadows form shapes on those who are thin
I like the feeling that comes with incense and oil 
In truth I love baking with aluminum foil
I like the smell of herb when its citrusy and sweet
And the thoughts that come after that wondrous treat
I like friendships with meaning and genuine people
I like mosques with large round intricate steeples 
I like Buddhist philosophy and compassion for life
I like Irish music and the sound of a fife 
I like pillows with detail by open woodburning fires
and classic literature with quotes that inspire 
I like gentle people with peaceful intentions
And of course this whole world and all its inventions



Skewed Expectations

Don't be discouraged.
You see it's existed long before you did, our own state had traditions that formed laws which deserted common subconscious hope for equality.
With the beginning we didn't know it, but media today and the advertising surrounding it has provided a flame of unfairness.
We can see it now but we feel helpless.
How does one defend themselves in a world that's so reckless?
How can they expect us to respect us when the dictators of norms materialize and manifest us?

It will start when you're young.
Gender roles have always been prevalently spoken on societies tongue.
You have to wear pink, you are timid and gentle, you'll lose all the games but you'll be graceful. You can try to talk big but your words may as well not be spoken, because this isn't your world, you're just the world's token.

The start is the hardest because you still think highly of yourself; and why not, you are beautiful, smart, and full of potential. This is what you have to remember.
Though it's not easy to value the object they make you, keep going, disembody. And if you don't learn now the worth of who you are as a whole, even you will view the mirror as nothing but a figure.

It's unavoidable.

School tells you to cover your knees and your shoulders because the normality of your body's immorality has possessed them.
TV tells you to create yourself in the image of one woman the media has obsessed with, and that any variations don't deserve the success and the flawless that comes with being the princess and you're worthless.
Everywhere you look they tell you that you exist for one sexual purpose and your mind is meaningless so thank god for the body parts that provide them with the satisfaction your purpose provides. And it's different from attraction, which we're meant to see, if we didn't not recognize beauty when it walked passed us where would we be? But we don't.

They act like depersonalizing and objectifying isn't carnal behavior, and primal thinking.

They tell us beauty is a size, and virginity is worth, and love is submissive, and sexy is skin, and silence is value, and opinions are shit, and potential is absent because when you exist for desire who cares what you wish.

Now all these are lies and so don't be discouraged, the truth will reveal itself with self love and patience.

You don't have to smile and laugh when you're being harassed, or play along with the jokes about your breasts and your ass, you don't believe when you're told that your body is bold, it's not obscene to breast feed or dress for the hot or the cold, it's okay to be comfortable.
Don't accept physical comments, encourage talk on your mind. Open up so the world can see the genius you hide, and please take pride in being a girl because you're one of two kinds.

Remember as well that men aren't what is said. They have control of their minds and their bodies, they can see you as a complex personality with goals and desires such as any other. They can be sexually hurt too, don't discredit their pain. Society calls them dominant, that doesn't mean they don't change. The status quo is no definition. This is their bane.

Sexual objectification is a societal subconscious, but bring it to light and it will fade. Making sex subjects of everyone will save what is natural and again enhance the true meaning of beauty. Our bodies are praise worthy but not for their uses, for it's own natural state without use and abuses. Aphrodite and David showed us the treasure, lets not deplete the value using a scale and a measure.

At the end of the day we all want respect, so give and with time it will be received. See the heart and the essence of a person draped in the wonder of their natural state, this is beauty, not sex, this is fair, not complex.


Monday, September 22, 2014

Animals Are What Make Us Human









 

October Affecting

Everything is connected.

Love is achieved throughout all of our lives. Oh what love.

It does not come to us in one time stopping finite moment, it is everywhere, in everything. Love is always. You can find it in nature, in books, in them, in you.

When you find the parts of you that were misplaced upon your placement here, that is love.
Who shows this to you is love.

 Love is about ourselves, for love is the discovery of the connections that exist all around us. Everything is connected, oh what love.

We find love in places, in things, we find love in people. We can have love for anything upon learning how or why it is a part of us.

Relationships exist with or without love.
And love can happen before you are ready, it almost always will.

We can fall into love. We can try to fall out of it.

But love is a connection.

It existed before I noticed.
It happened  before we met.

It was and always has been because everything is connected and time is irrelevant when it comes to the quantity of everything. oh what love.

And we do not have to be intimate to experience love, for intimacy can exist whether or not a connection is acknowledged, or ever brought to the surface.

There is hate, the denial of being apart of it all, not knowing the oneness of our sprawl.
There is hurt because hate wants to take it away. Oh that pain.


But love is the most powerful.

Because everything is connected.

Love is enlightenment.

Oh what love.