Commonly Wierdened

She who does not want to belong in the common world, Has subdued herself in her created world. She shares he world. Others who found themselves in it experience a submergance that leads to think her an anigma. While she is simple, spontenuos and honorable.
They find themselves in a state of consternation, for the degrees of seperation is immnese.
While she with her arms outstreached to encompass them, they recoil with insecurity. He r confidance, belief in purity paralise them. A horror to those who insist upon the common world.
They reject. But for her in her world there is no such action. It is simply a mater of choice not pride.
They doubt goodness, for evil exists. while in her world she finds both befriending eachother. Treacheries and lies are the safety of her loves, instead of confiding in them she contains them away from her pain and humane follies, for her understading of human weakness is vast.
Her devilishness is a means to intice minds into greatness, hearts into flames, biengs into laughter and continouse existance in vriouse degrees of space and seperation. Not a vice as it is in the common world aimed to beat man down, decieve and derail.
Jelousy invades her world only to give her a sign, an awarness for what lies within her. Not a poison to sneak into others grail, for she has a terror of anger corroding her.
Simple. Everything and anything exists. It is all a matter of choice not pride. For everything falls into place in accordance to her transcendental experience of life's cruelty, and human travesty.
And with in her world with it's continouse creaction she is able to give endlessly in the common world. Love profoundly, without discrimination, possesion or expectancy. For human pain strikes her fiercly. And for that forgivness is always a possibility, acceptance a necessity. because the rarety of absolute moments of joy makes her want to create it for others.
For that, her I love. The lose of her is an impossibility because her imortality is eternal. untouchable by the common world.

The brightness of the color of sunset floods the vast space in your sanctuary.I have seen it many times there. And my mystic lust is stirred. My eyes gravitate on you, taking you in. The whole of you.
How I wish then to kneel infront of you. clutch your hands, bring you down into that pool of light to lie in it with me. Then I would strech my arms up and spread my legs wide to recieve the fading warmth of the sun and let it compete with the rising heat of your lust.
The whiteness of my body will reflect the rays and a halow will be created, surrounding my skin and hair. And I will become an Angel.
An angel fallen from grace for we will be laughing, fucking, teasing. But isn't recieving what angels do inorder to cleans,clarify. Bring one closer to the powers of heaven.
So as one of the Grace's I will reveal to you the abundance of beauty, the innocense of my passion for your sex. And you moving inside of my body of an angle, you will have no currents of thought. Only the flow of desire, the effortless movement in the absorbtion of eachothers flesh.
Only then can we form a graft within ourselves, surrounded by the lightness of bieng. And in our sepration a healthy growth will happen.
And after I will cease to be an angel and you, in my eyes will cease to be my creator.

You Were My Obsession In Betrayal

I came to Rome to see you. I waited for you at the small square infront of a church in old Rome on the steps of the fountain. I downed two shots of Vodka to fend the cold away and my gittery nerves at finally meeting you after all these years for the first time., My rival. Though you know I am wearing a pink scarve on my head still I hear your voice saying my name asking other poeple if they are me. I jump up laughing to hug your foolish self with my laughter echoing in the night meshing with the echo of yours. Again we become one.
You and me became one once. Before, in the past. It is when you shared my lover's body. He betrayed me with you. from then on you became a damaged part of me that I was never able to part with when I chose to stay with him despite his betrayal.
we started walking with no destination in mind but the past. We talked. stopped while talking, then walk again talking. we stop and I ask you if you remeber my pleading letter to you 3 years ago, to help me understand after I have left him, what it that I am feeling, for no other woman but the one who shared his body and mind can understand. you stood there and said that you do remember, that I came to you for comfort. I tell you how much I love you, for you have embraced me with kind words and severe encouragment. We walk again and you tell me about your pain, the rejection, the abandonment, the insecurity it has all caused you. I stop you to look at you and with my eyes i am kissing you in the hope to take that pain away because you have never told me this. I didnot realize that my status as the girlfriend did not entitle me to suffer greater pain than you, the other woman.
I take your arm and huddle close to you for warmth. It is february and Rome is cold. as your warmth minggles with mine I feel again you and me are one. And I remember the past again how I hated you, resented your constant reapearance in our lives, but I look up at your beautifully chesiled dark face and unruly dark hair and cannot help loving you. we walk together as one and I am remembering my wonderment at who you are. And i cannot believe it that I am holding you so close to me. I listen to your words and see the expressions on your face and I forget my past and only think of your pain, the pain I have over looked. How selfish I have been. and I decided right then that I will give you all I have to mend your scarred soul. I try to convay my feelings to you.
I am walking with a wonderful woman Fatunia, do you realize that? do you know it from my attentivness to your every word and gesture? my eagrness for every breath you take? for every thought your mind inggage?. Can you feel me fetunia? Can you get pass the fact that Iam beautiful and that it is inducing your insecurities again? can you see that it wasn't a matter of a choice between you and me? that it was a choice of you and me. didn;t you see his fear of losing the both of us? You and me rebeliouse women, challenging, endearing, tender in our hardness. can't you see that you and me deserved the love that came our way?
Fatunia we were both loved I assure you. I do know. he loved me yes, and now I know he loved you too, simply because I could not help but fall inlove with you myself.

I Love Woman

Finally I have gotten the isnpiration I have craved and I have gotten it from the source of life itself. A woman. I have see her today in her full glory. A beauty in honesty. A fearlessness in living I came into contact with. Almost as if the reflection of what I might become lightly caressed me ressuringly, is what a presence of this and other women is.
Woman. I love her misunderstood existance, conflicting needs and confusing wants, still she is mindfull of her control and power. Those she would reliquish for the moments of passion that would destroy a man.
Wonderful creature that can conqeure air, earth and fire, for those elements themselves she only can enfold and release to balance life itself for anyone that is near her.
A fluide mind is that of woman, can evade, direct, immerse or simply put a mind to rest. It is not a game, it is the nature of metamorphosis of all things in life. In that woman stays true to nature, true to the ones she loves,and ones she hates for both ar passions she induldges in. If one thinks a woman needs to be loved to become or to exist in her full glory. it is a mistake. Woman is and always will be the definer of the truth in love.