soul-ed out.

Love- the high you can’t buy.

Can I get a collective amen?

My dear friend said something that awoke my heart the other day and tugged on the chords of my soul which played the most magical harmony.

He said, “Gods calming my heart.”

As stretching moments arise, and in the midst of the mundane it’s difficult to remember the silent, unseen power that watches over you daily.

We often get caught up and forget our roots and the soil they grew in.
Life changes, fast.
That’s where we tend to put one of the most important things on the back burner which inevitably burns us in the end.
Have it be in hell or just your heart.

I don’t care where you stand with God or your religion. You may have other beliefs or think the universe is doing all the work for you, either way… appreciate the simple fact there’s something out there guiding your life and loving you.Some of you may be shaking your head and some may have stopped reading by now but,
when I go to heaven in my leather jacket at least I’ll be in another world when you’re pissin’ on my casket. No ones world is perfect, I mess up all the time and this blog isn’t to tell you to go to church. They say if you pray you get your prayers ordered and delivered.
So, let this penetrate through your cornea and surf through your optic nerves in hopes it punctures one thought that will be imbedded into your memory forever.

There is one true love out there and it’s not something you drink, smoke or screw.

I pray none of you forget to say what’s up to the big man once in awhile.

Get over your hill and you’ll see with grace in your heart.

              

Were all guilty of contacting some higher power before a big test, interview, wanting a raise, for any occasion we feel alone we finally say what’s up.
This unconscious contact is pressed against our memory yet deluded by the fluids that we filter as love and lifestyle we grow to recognize as home. We all get caught up. Life won’t slow down for anyone but you have the controller to your own monitor of life, change the channel once in awhile. Not just talking about religion, this goes for any decision you make in life…

Be smart. Be humble. Be true.

Only now remains.

R H B the dynamic existance.

To keep close to; To hold; to cling to; to cherish. A tight or amorous embrace;


A hug.


Something humans have done for centuries to remind the recipient they’re recognized.

Most are never the same. You hug your friend, relative, teacher etc. Then you hug someone “special” where it doesn’t even seem like your physical presence is relevant, its more like your souls are gripping tight and your bodies are a simple barrier between the two links. You have a different grip when you know what you're hanging on too. This connection is so strong you have to let go to chase a little breath. Hearts that once collided with intrest now connect. A moment so fragile you’re scared to clutch any tighter to ensure nothing breaks.  

When two people experience a deep instant bond, they’re informally described as being on the same wavelength.
When you find someone who connects more than just you're everyday physical arousal and play, you’ll find your blood flow changes in the brain, conversation thickens, stories have resonated, it’s a strong interplay of neural call and response. As if language were a wire between two brains and hearts.

There’s no evidence to why people “click” its easy to find common conceptual ground with anyone. Typically a conversation is made and then you part…. but to carry on with it and be upset that the bars closing because you just haven’t had enough. That’s where you found your “click”

Enjoy it. Let your heart reveal your real huggy bitch attribute. Not many will stand there unwilling to let go of such an intimate event. Most don’t cling long enough to realize it’s even there.

If life had background music playing for these REAL moments you know, the song most try to escape…let me just say, the orchestra plays on.

Ride that wavelength, hug on.

Scribble. (unfinished)

 

Heart Vs Mind. The Burning Truth.

I refuse to make you the mistress of my thoughts and the man of my returns.

Let love have great contrast, guiltily.

I’ve got the moon on my pillow and you on my mind.

We could keep the coldest night warm with our burning hearts and light it up with our flaming wonder.

I’d like to think I’m the mess you’d like to wear with pride.
Lets call my life your agenda, start fillin my days.

Beneath the sheets of papers lines of truth.

So i write. I scribble.
In hopes my heart will somehow translate its desires on to these sheets of moist fibers. It's raining out the window and today it looks like night.
I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes.
 my eyes are either gray or blue youre never close enough to say.
I'm with another boy (he's asleep, i'm wide awake )
and he tried to win my heart, but it's taken. . . . .
time.

This city is for strangers, like the sky is for the stars.
Don't second guess your feelings you were right form the start
and i notice she's your lover, but she's nowhere near your heart.

Blue skies are calling.

I know its not the end, but theres know way of knowing.

 

 Whats worth the burn in life?
whats stronger, our hearts or our mind?

TO be CONTINUED.

                                                                                                                 

Paper Cuts.

I promised myself only to write when I’m enthused, or feeling unrestricted emotion.
I’m not convinced how I feel right now but I’m persuaded myself to type.

There are people who come into your life and instantaneously impact it. Others it may take time. Life has a funny way of working itself out, it may not be the way you intended but eventually just like the sea, it settles the current changes and finally it’s at rest.

I speak about “life” not as a specialist but only as a practiced presence that’s endeavored quite a lot for being in attendance for 23 years.

Someone may start with an undeniable, pleasant appeal and leave with a completely unintended exit.

 Some you find a rare connection with, others may hurt you like …

Paper cuts.

Small, survivable pain yet your neurons are so fixated on the wound it’s hard to disregard.

This week hasn’t been one of my favorites.

Some things are over before they even begin. We’re fighting with ourselves, we struggle with choices. Not knowing if the time is right, not certain if your hearts misleading your mind or vice versa. You can drowned yourself in emotion and get that sea or “life” choppy again constantly questioning.



Life is full of opportunities and decisions. I’ve had to remind myself happiness is based off of decisions. You are happy because you choose to be. You have people in your life because you’ve selected them to remain there. If you lack the effort or appreciation for someone and assume they know how you feel, look for them underneath the exit sign.



Everybody wants to be loved but sadly love doesn’t let us select its destination. Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in our hearts. We’re so eager to discover answers we fail to see the obvious. This week I found the obvious, or it found me. What I thought I had I truly didn’t. All that remains is the constant cycle of occurrences and memories that should have shined or beamed a light for me to see the apparent long ago. 
Shit happens.

Woulda, coulda, shoulda.
The silence is familiar, not much will change. Never take for granted someone special. Don’t neglect someone you cherish for who you care for might feel like trash and someone’s trash is another’s treasure.

Can you see the neon light from the exit sign glow on my cheek from where you're standing?

Opportunities do not come with their values stamped upon them.

Every day is an opportunity to make a new happy ending.

Until next time.

This is how it works
your young until your not
you love until you don't
you try until you can't
you laugh until you cry
you cry until you laugh
and everyone must breathe
until their dying breath

Well this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like
and try to love the things you took
and then you take that love you make
and stick it into some, someone else's heart
pumping someone elses blood
and walk in arm in arm
you hope it don't get harmed
but even if if does you'd just do it all again

Excitement.

                              
Yeah, We've all been there.

But, I'm not talking elephant excitement.
I'm talking rare, stellar shit where a burst of arctic wind couldn't make your integumentary system wave like this feeling can.

Granted, I'm just as guiltily satisfied trunking like the elephants do and confusing this word, going about our lives after that release of "excitement" and feeling completely content.
but not tonight.




One thing I’ve learned from this journey I'm on:
                                 

There are moments and people who significantly alter your appreciation and perspective on life. Stretching the mind to believe and appreciate that you truly exist only in the quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any pleasure you have ever known. At that moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; this is my definition of effortless, true, excitement. Many of us run from this precious moment


I heard a quote today which inspired me to actually write this blog tonight...

"What you run from only stays with you longer."

True that.



 Rapid heart racing, cheek hurting happiness is entangled with this excitement.  When that deep weight of luck engulfs your entire being, and you sit feeling so fortunate… Embrace that rarity this feeling or person does not come around often.