Soul Mate
are days I find myself standing in lush green grass, as the ocean
breeze blows across my face, whipping my hair around so wildly.
The power of the wind, and the ocean giving me a sense of
freedom as I gaze from above and see the ocean waves crashing against
the cliffs. The energy and power of nature surging through me
as I take in with all my soul what it has to offer. The
smells of the lush grass, and ocean breeze invading my senses as I
dreamily close my eyes and take in every smell, every sound, every
sensation that emanates such great power.
With my eyes closed I feel the warmth of his hand take my hand in his,
and without words he leads me down a trail that leads down to the
shores of the ocean. Hand in hand without spoken words, with
his touch we simply become one. As we reach the shore, the
winds are stronger and the crashing waves louder against the cliffs,
feeling all the more powerful, as it’s pure form of energy flows
through us.
He takes his hand from mine and moves behind me, wrapping his arms
around me tightly, as I lean back into him. Still no words
are spoken, our minds, our souls are as one. The bonding, the
loyalty, the overpowering love so complete within each others arms.
There is no other love so complete as when the minds and
souls have merged as one.
I can feel the cold steel of his armor against my back, and know the
time is near. He leads me down towards the cliffs, and within
the cliffs is a hidden cave. Taking me deeper and deeper
inside the cave, we come to a place where there are other women and
children. Some sitting quietly, some crying in pain, others
fearful. He leads me in and finds a spot for me, both of us
knowing he is leaving for war. As he pulls his hand away from
mine, it feels like part of my heart has been torn from me, as he
leaves for battle.
Days and weeks went by, women and children were sick, and dying.
I waited, waited, and waited, which seemed like a lifetime,
and as my body became weak, I fell into a deep sleep. Upon
awakening, I found myself upon a large boat. A grand boat
with intricate carvings, and amazing woodwork. I could not
understand the language of the crew, though they were kind to me, and I
did not know where they were taking me. Although kind, they
kept their distance from me, while still providing food and water, and
whatever was necessary for the journey.
Weeks past as we sailed over the ocean, and finally we came to port in
a place I had never seen before. There were so many people,
so much commotion, so much confusion. Two of the crew members
led me off the boat, and guided me towards this gentleman, who was
dressed quite wealthy, with a calm demeanor, dark hair, with the
darkest of dark eyes, yet his face was gentle.
He took me by the arm and led me to his horse, and had me ride upon his
horse behind him. We rode for hours and hours without
stopping to break, when finally the road turned more into a
trail lined with trees on either side, and the stride of the horse
slowed down as we came to a large opening. Then came into
view a wondrous mansion, the beauty took my breath away.
As we approached the front, a stable boy was immediately
there to take care of the horse, and I was led into the mansion.
Servants were running around everywhere, and I was thinking
is this to be my life now, as a servant?
He pointed to two of the servants who led me up to a grand room filled
with the most beautiful furniture I have ever seen, and a large four
poster bed. Upon the bed lay an emerald green gown, I could
not keep my eyes off of it’s beauty. The two women begin
drawing a bath for me, and bathed me, then fixed my hair and dressed
me. I still did not understand the language of these people.
Then a large necklace made of emeralds and diamonds was
placed upon my neck, and I was led down to a large dining area where
there were many, many people, and was seated next to the gentleman that
had brought me to his mansion.
I watched, listened, enjoyed the food, though was still completely
confused as to what I was doing here. When dinner was over,
the gentleman of the mansion led me up to my chamber, which I assume he
chose for me. As we approached the door, he opened it, and
waved his hand for me to enter. Then I heard the door close,
and being locked as he walked away down the hall..
After several months, he stopped locking the door at night. I
suppose he was confident I would not try to run. He gave me
freedom to roam the mansion and the grounds but always made sure
someone was with me.
He was very quiet in nature, and very kind to me always. He
did travel a lot, which I assume was for business purposes. I
still did not know why I was here in this place, yet I felt safe, but
in the back of my mind I knew this was not to be forever. My
heart ached for my warrior soul mate, and I knew this was not the end,
but the beginning of a new journey.
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Seek Within
as the
energy flows
strong
and true
a
mind to guide
from
the depths of you
search
the source
while
you the sleeper
explore
within
the
realms much deeper
than
what was there
to
bring forth this
the
balance inside
to
euphoric bliss
of
mind and soul
from
past to now
pledge
allegiance
make
the vow
as
you find yourself
seeking
deeper
the
knowledge there
inside
the keeper
of
secrets undone
times
to reveal
a
mortal soul
a
person might steal
without
the knowledge
oblivion
be
learn
the awareness
your
eyes to see
the
other dimensions
of
time and space
the
energies that be
of
a different race
a
swirling mind
a
vortex wild
twirling
so fast
as
the mind of a child
gives
clues to secrets
that
never were
flashing
images
in
such a blur
of
purest energy
becomes
the storm
differential
dreams
to
be reformed
while
deep inside
the
craving expands
to
roam for the soul
of
other lands
to
merge the mind
as
one can believe
all
is possible
when
you conceive
the
flow of energy
the
drift so sweet
twisting,
melding
forever
complete
the
oneness to be
the
powers so strong
disrupting
vibrations
of
the sirens song
for
one to be
in
the essence of this
the
only way back
to
this euphoric bliss
find
the answers
heighten
the mind
this
is the way
and
soon to find
the
path that leads
in
fates direction
knowledge
gained
from
past reflections
allow
your mind
the
energy to flow
the
mystical realms
a
magical show
can
be a delight
or
a sword of steel
whichever
may be
the
visions will heal
while
filling in
the
empty spaces
find
them clearly
the
roaming of places
where
you have been
what
you have seen
the
darkness of caves
the
lands of green
the
dimensional world
between
the times
open
your ears
hear
the ancient chimes
of
where you once
could
fill the pieces
go
back deeper
and
allow the releases
while
the knowledge true
and
endorphins will flow
forever
and a day
your
powers you’ll know
to
have them here
as
strong as before
always
the warrior
protector
and more
to
find your peace
and
soothe your soul
restore
your mind
this
strength your goal
Charles Bukowski
Charles Bukowski
Charles
Bukowski was born in Andernach, Germany on August 16, 1920, the only
child of an American soldier and a German mother. At the age of three,
he came with his family to the United States and grew up in Los
Angeles. He attended Los Angeles City College from 1939 to 1941, then
left school and moved to New York City to become a writer. His lack of
publishing success at this time caused him to give up writing in 1946
and spurred a ten-year stint of heavy drinking. After he developed a
bleeding ulcer, he decided to take up writing again. He worked a wide
range of jobs to support his writing, including dishwasher, truck
driver and loader, mail carrier, guard, gas station attendant, stock
boy, warehouse worker, shipping clerk, post office clerk, parking lot
attendant, Red Cross orderly, and elevator operator. He also worked in
a dog biscuit factory, a slaughterhouse, a cake and cookie factory, and
he hung posters in New York City subways.
Bukowski
published his first story when he was twenty-four and began writing
poetry at the age of thirty-five. His writing often featured a depraved
metropolitan environment, downtrodden members of American society,
direct language, violence, and sexual imagery, and many of his works
center around a roughly autobiographical figure named Henry Chinaski.
His first book of poetry was published in 1959; he went on to publish
more than forty-five books of poetry and prose, including Pulp
(Black Sparrow, 1994), Screams from the Balcony: Selected
Letters 1960-1970 (1993), and The Last Night of
the Earth Poems (1992). He died of leukemia in San Pedro on
March 9, 1994.
the dice
if you’re
going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise,
don’t even start.
if you’re
going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing
girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs
and
maybe your mind.
go all the way.
it could mean not eating
for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing
on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a
test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want
to
do it.
and you’ll do
it
despite rejection and
the worst odds
and it will be better
than
anything else
you can imagine.
if you’re
going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other
feeling like
that.
you will be alone with
the gods
and the nights will
flame with
fire.
do it, do it, do it.
do it.
all the way
all the way.
you will ride life
straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is
Fireflies
the fireflies are out, and increasing each night. Soon they
will be lit up like this tree. I like to sit on the porch and
watch them, it’s like watching Christmas lights. It has
always amazed me since I was a kid how a bug could glow like that.
When my kids were young
I would take them camping and they would catch the fireflies and then
let them loose in their tent, and you could see sparkling glows through
the tent. I like watching them, but bugs are bugs, I don’t
want them where I am sleeping lol.
There are so many here
and they just light up the trees and shrubs, I could really watch them
for a long time. I guess it’s relaxing for me to just watch
them sparkle and glow. Their season doesn’t last long though,
so I will be spending more evenings outside for awhile, until they are
done.
Anyway, I have been
working on a new mp3 which seems to keep getting set aside due to other
things in life sidetracking me. I did get quite a bit of it
done today, so I just need to keep my focus on it for the next day or
two, and it should be done.
I have met some very
interesting people in the last week, and I do have to say they have
peaked my interest, or have me intrigued. It’s nice to have
conversations where a person really understands where you are coming
from.
Well, I need to get
back to being productive, so going to end this entry. I wish
everyone a wonderful week filled with many smiles, and hopefully you
too, will meet some people that stimulate your mind or intrigue you.
