illusionary thunderstorm

nature, be my vessel
dissolve the fuss
purify my intentions, might they be good or bad

there's a thick layer around my soul
self remains hidden
the 'i' became bulletproof
cause it's all about muscles and strength
fight, or die

love's too intense for this
it's not for cowards,
coming with vulnerability
where's love?
where's my heart?

'i' hid my heart away
it's nowhere to be seen, felt, or found
slip on the inconcrete until 'i' do

this is survival mode
the illusionary thunderstorm
there's a disgrace
that doesn't resonate with my core
there's a disgrace that declares war with it...

i lost my child
i lost my heart

Human spectrum

explore the human spectrum

start within yourself

Schooling is a manufacturing process whereby the raw material called curious boys is turned into products called obedient men.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Intuition

The scapegoat was a canal for the rage
but so ill-directed:
No, it's not feminism, no, it's not Beamtentum, no, it's not.
It's the whole mentality.
It's the composition of multidimensional rivers of causa

I have to create by letting my intuition radiate.
MY intuition.
I don't want to be a taker, I want to add value

I'm a bird
can only be caged for a while before I break out
I open myself to the doors that make my heart sing
I fly with my own wings
I will fly no matter if you're there
I give unconditional love
I respect and expect respect
I feel so much compassion for my dreams
Disgraceful unloving ego demonstration is impossible to respect
I long for a depth in love that scares the shit out of the ego

I run with the wolves as one
I look for my pack and when I meet one,
our eyes lock and we're a force of nature

I'm gonna learn learn learn every day of my life
soak up every life lesson
leave behind institutions and
soar exploring the universe within myself and others
and love fiercely
until the curtain falls

Infatuation and bonds

Secrets. How much is to be shared? Shall I share mine with you, like you with me? The world is beautiful, and my soul shoots across the sky, and somehow, I feel free, and I love, love you, I send this message to you with my spirit

Wild soul, my love, I feel free with you

What ain't freedom

"You don’t want to try, you don’t want to care; you’d just rather sit there and wait for things to fall into place. And the scariest part is: it feels good."

 that ain't freedom
what is freedom
and how much freedom do we need, actually
do we say freedom but mean something else?

Reset

Reset

.

Reset to before the adult hormones kicked in

Look in the eyes

Whenever you have something important to say to someone you love

stand in front of them in person

look them in the eyes

let you both look into each other's universes

maybe you share one

think then what you really want to say

and then be as pure as you can be

when you form your words

let yourself fall 

let go

be as vulnerable as you possibly can be

look her in the eyes

look him in the eyes

carry these words with love