Guidance

"God, give me grace to accept with serenity

the things that cannot be changed,

Courage to change the things

which should be changed,

and the Wisdom to distinguish

the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,

Enjoying one moment at a time,

Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,

Taking, as Jesus did,

This sinful world as it is,

Not as I would have it,

Trusting that You will make all things right,

If I surrender to Your will,

So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,

And supremely happy with You forever in the next.

Amen."

-Serenity Prayer

Bloodsuckers, Dark Ones

They are bloodsuckers. The dark ones constantly keeping you guessing.
I am in a house of mirrors. The lights flash, the smoke fills the air,
the sounds creep.
Up, down, left, right.
The bloodsuckers surround me like moths to light.
Once I think I see them a mirror arises. Illusions.
I am kept guessing.

They cackle in the night air. They've won, I think.
I just want to scream, cry, kick something. Fuck it all.
Realizing that all I have is myself. My mind, my body, my spirit, my intuition.
But am I worthy? Can I really rely on just me?
Hollow bone, they call me.

I open myself up to the light. Ignore the dark ones.
The living dead. No soul but a physical body.
I continue to be the hollow bone.
I let him fill me with the truth. Nothing more.

I come out at night. Face the dark ones. They try to suck my blood.
But they can't get to me. I am no longer afraid.
My light is too bright for them.
I become the mirror of themselves.
They can't see. Blinded by their own evil.

Ode to the Moon

A glint in the eye of your observers

They look at your soft curves, melt in your

delicate light.

We are your children as you capture us 

Your seductive light, sweeping us off our feet

Come out in the night and you make us come alive.

                             ....

In the day, we may be tired. Worried, manic.

We may be rushing around like worker bees not caring

about the details.

But once the night falls, we become vampires

Hungry for the moonlight

Passion fills our bodies, a shiver rushes over us.

Calming.

We are apart of the night.

You are within us as much as we are within ourselves.

We come alive. Our pupils dilated, our breath fast, heart rapid.

Dumdumdum dumdumdum.

While the children sleep safely in their beds, we come out.

We emerge devouring the night.

Awaken us with your moonlight.

Memories

November. The chilly autumn day bit at my skin.
It reminded me that despite the picturesque view
fall bestowed itself upon us.
We drove up the winding roads

Ferrand. The name was new to me then.
Little did I know I would cross that road many times.
But I was naive to the events to come.

The house was crowded with people.
All of them foreigners.
I saw them as invaders into my personal space.
Their fake smiles and high pitched voices.
I was afraid.

I was a warrior defending myself from my own comrades.
I drew battle lines to allies.
I did not know. I was naive.

I withdrew from the room. From the crowd.
From my friends.

But you saw me. As you strummed your guitar slowly, you looked at me.
You looked at me like I was important.
Nothing condescending.
It was pure.
You observed me like a piece of artwork.
I was delicate almost untouchable. But my presence was thought-provoking.
You didn't devour me with your eyes. Push me down in your mind and use me for what you wanted.
No.
Your eyes touched me with softest feather. Tracing my body, enjoying the little things.
The curvature of my arm. The lines of my shoulders. The delicate bones of my wrists and ankles.

I was drunk off of that look.
Now that we have become good friends, I glance over from time to time
catching the same look on your face.

Every time we drive up Ferrand road, I think of November.

Cosmic Love

The words vibrate on the lips, always there
Right on the tip of the tongue.
In the pauses of my mind
the intervals in which there is no initial thought
I can't help but think of you.
As each day passes, the words take a life of their own.
They attempt to leap out of me each time I talk to you.
I close my eyes. Falling into the dream.
                           ....
I am in the wilderness. Walking through the thickets
The branches of the trees scrape my skin as I walk passed
I hear the crunch of the leaves on the bottom of the forest floor
It is the pieces of fallen lovers
They are a warning. Reminding me that there's a risk.
I disregard the messages.
I am all in.

I continue to walk towards your light
I disregard the doubts of the night
The forest gets thicker and thicker
My arms and legs are covered in the scrapes and scratches
I am disinterested in the surface wounds that cover my skin
Determined to find your light.

I come to the clearing
                             ....
You stand there your back towards me. The light pulses as it radiates off of you.
Suddenly I am stuck
The whispers of the night fill me with doubt.
I look down at my feet. Remembering the fallen lovers.
"Maybe I'm not..."

But before I can finish the thought I see a new pair of feet meet mine.
You lift my face to meet yours.
I see you for the first time.
You are a mirror. Bright and silvery.
I see myself in your reflection.
I see what you see.
The beauty that I contain. The power I capture. The potential for greatness.

For the first time, I realize that you are me and I am you.
No worries. No doubts. No fear.
                                   .....
You realize the same thing.
For when you see me, you see the same thing.
A mirror of yourself.
The beauty. The power. The potential for greatness.

This is the Cosmic Love. The once-in-a-lifetime love.
The love that is way higher than anything on this earth.
Star-crossed lovers.
Molded by a pact made on the stars at conception.

Three-thousand miles. Two families. Thirteen years.
Countless lovers.
Only for us to find one person.

The amnesia is lifted as we just bask in the cosmic love.
                              .....
Awake.

Escape to Keep the Magic

Today, I choose to escape from the world. Escape from the people, the problems, the sadness that we continuously focus on. For now, it's better to live in the imagination of it all than in the reality. Keep the magic alive. Escape.

Leftovers

Sativa Sweet

A hint of bubble gum

Ocean and Axe Sportblast

It is your smell.

I bask in the memory of it.

It's on my clothes, my hair.

It follows me everywhere I go.

I hope it never leaves.

I breath it in deep. Capturing it like a memory.

I want to grasp every detail. Worried that I will forget it.

I will forget you.

Impossible.

"I can't believe we will know each other for the rest of our lives. It'll be like growing up together."

Those words ring in my ears. Repeating over and over again.

Sending shivers down my spine.

I focus on the leftovers. Because until you come back that it all I have.

Come back to me!