Fantasy

Tell me,
You're deepest,
Darkest,
Fantasies.

My lips stained red,
I mark your pale skin.
You want it rough,
I make you beg.

Some girl on girl,
You like my ways.
So let me spread,
Your shaking legs.

I'm dressed in lace,
And you're in leather.
I bite your lip...
I make you quiver.

My Eyes

My eyes.
Emeralds in the dark night sky,
A light to your soul.

I listen with my eyes
Your words spill out.
Overflowing, as if we've known each other for lifetimes.
Loose lips, begging hips.

I touch you with my eyes.
You lips move faster,
Your face is flushed.
I make you blush,
By talking with my eyes.

Not a single word said,
My lips stay sealed.
My eyes smile,
You fall in love.
Confused at the spell I've cast.
Frustrated you become.

You push me against a wall,
Binding my hands over my head.
Biting my neck,
And demanding I beg.
So, I beg with my eyes,
To let you believe, you're in control...

But darling,
Look into my eyes,
I've captured you're soul.

Tango

To have an open mind,
Is to have an open soul.
An open heart.

I'm a gypsy,
Traveling barefoot, on long, rocky roads.
But you pull me in.
My feet grow sore, and my muscles ache,
But you are my sin.

I long to float on the wings of the wind.
You pull me close,
I pull you in.

A tug of war, with this muscle in my chest,
And this fucked up thing in my head.
I search for my zen.

Conquered it becomes,
For a day, a week, a month...
But then I fall weak.
You pull me in,
Chew me up.
Spit me out.
But babe, I love the sick way we tango.

Dreaming

My dreams are speaking more and more to me as I awaken my soul.
I often wonder if they are simply just dreams,
Or if there is a deeper meaning in each.
I've skimmed through pages, read articles, listened to the stars,
And I simply cannot deny the meanings I'm encountering.
Change seems to be a reoccurring theme.
Desire for the unknown,
Adventure,
Self discovery.
All reality.
There's no denying.

When you dream you jump into another reality.
A different realm.
Something you otherwise, in this life,
Would pass up as a façade...
But dreams are simply another dimension.
Another space in time.
When we are consciously awake,
We might really be dreaming from another reality our souls live in.

Food for thought.

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 Aleph
-Paulo Coelho

The Fifth Woman

The more I read
The more I immerse myself into this "Fiction"
The more I realize this is a story of my life.
A story of my soul.
A story of my meeting you,
And the true story of our past lives, our future lives and our present lives.

You are my fifth woman,
You are my Halil,
I am the wanderer on the railway across Russia.

We've met and experienced the Aleph,
My vision is so clear.

More clear than the crystal waters of a Russian lake,
More clear than the splintered glass you played with as a mere girl...
In the woods,
Calling to the spirits of the past and the future.
I have done you wrong.
I will make it right.

In this lifetime.

Stripped and Naked

Stripped.
Naked and exposed.
Tonight I feel as if my world has crashed down around me.
Like a rug was pulled swiftly from under my feet.

I have been soul searching,
On a journey...
The most beautiful, exciting and tantalizing journey,
And tonight I fell.
I fell so hard that my vision turned black,
That my head began to spin,
And words flew out of my mouth like daggers.
Pure evil, radiated from my being.

Disappointed in myself,
In my journey,
In the universe- even though she has only loved me and guided me.
I feel defeated.
I need to go on a retreat.
I need to regain my balance,
And find steady ground once again.

I stand in a white room,
Bright lights surround my delicate body. Bones pierce through my skin.
I am naked.
I am alone.
I only hear a voice in my head and I can't tell if I'm crazy, if I'm insane, if its my soul, or a soul from afar.

I want to wake from this nightmare.
I want to regain my peace.
I want to find the Aleph
Again.
I want to be,
The purest version of my soul.
Time to regain control.

Smoke

I watch smoke rise into the fire burning sky.
Trains warn with their horns,
Factories are winding down from overnight shifts,
And polution fills this place we call Earth.

The smoke turns from off white to pinks to accent the morning sky.
It dissipates into the atmosphere and I am intrigued.
The past week I've been so fascinated with smoke.
How it is created, changes shape, and disappears into the cool, fall, sky.

I can't help but relate it to my newfound fascination with reincarnation.
I am now sure of it.
I am discovering my past lives, my present life, and my future lives.
I'm decoding souls I've met and connect with.
There is no denying the ultimate connection I've felt while trapped in the Aleph.

A door that has opened for me,
Widely.
I return to thinking of the smoke...
I wish to float and change with her.

I shall.
My soul will evolve.

Coffee Mug

As I rose with the sun,
She seemed early,
But in reality she as perfectly
Fashionably late.

She reminded me to rise with gratitude,
Start my day with joy,
Surround myself with warmth, light and peace.
Serenity would soon be in my coffee mug.

Painted Faces

Painted Faces,
Dark night- screaming children.
Cold,
Frigid.

Awakening my senses,
Allowing the moon to wash her dim light over me.
Awarding my being with peace and joy.

Traveling makes me feel whole,
Complete.
The hustle and bustle
Such a rush,
My adrenaline passes through my veins,
Making me high on life
And the journey that surrounds me.

A lake is painted in front of me,
Clouds cover the sun,
Making the reflection like an oil painting.
Beautifully brushed as I walk to the edge of the pier.
I am tempted to submerge myself in the ice cold abyss

Snapping back to the night,
The painted faces,
The facade.