Sadness & suffering are a part of life. The point isn’t to act like they aren’t or that they depend on you, it is to help others in ways to improve from the former.
As much as I love the female body..I wonder why so many of them expose it on social networks…what is the motive, if there is one or are any..
I personally don’t need that to attract me.
An aura can attract me just as fast. The way you carry yourself or the way you love can draw me to you as if you were completely naked.
I’m not judging..I’m just wondering.
The Seven Hermetic Principles, upon which the entire Hermetic Philosophy is based, are as follows:
I THE PRINCIPLE OF MENTALISM.
II THE PRINCIPLE OF CORRESPONDENCE
III THE PRINCIPLE OF VIBRATION.
IV THE PRINCIPLE OF POLARITY.
V THE PRINCIPLE OF RHYTHM.
VI THE PRINCIPLE OF CAUSE AND EFFECT.
Slim and slender frame,
Wet at the tip; let’s me know you’re ready..
You harmonize with my actions. I pick the position, you move with me.
We go for rounds and rounds; a marathon until we both tire.
You illustrate my darkest secrets; my strengths, my vulnerabilities.
Understanding what I’m thinking to convey without a thought of your own.
Our love is one that can be understood by others like us
Creating love like us, Fighting like us when our thoughts jumble and don’t see each for a while.
But we always find each other again; And you forgive me every time.
When the world gets cold, I seek you to help warm my perceptions.
No opinions, no judgement; you just work.
You were there when I found love, hated love, and loved it all over again.
You’ll be there for my wedding, telling her exactly how I feel; sychronizing with heart.
And you’ll be there for my first born, and more.
Through all of my trials and success, you were there.
And you’ll always be.
Together forever; me and my pen.
We grow up with this commercial idea, this propagandist view on Life. Told what to be. How to look. How to dress. What to say. With such a obsequious society, many fall into a series of irrelevant attempts to become cool within the substandards of today’s social commentary.
The unfortunate result is the critical state of a once promising and luminous culture.
The Vehement have become listless.
The cliched have become media’s success and comedic relief.
Originality takes a backseat.
And I am its pugnacious company.
I drove near the ocean last night; Manhattan beach.
My mind felt synchronized to its movement.
Swaying back and forth; crushing its excess along the shore.
The waves were suttle, but in abundance.
The moonlight sky reflected itself upon the ocean’s body.
Just as my mind did.
I could not concentrate on anything else but its beauty.
And for just that one hour, all of what has trapped my mind, was set free.
I didn’t think about how sad or how happy I am or could be. I just let waves do what they’ve done with things left on the sand..
Wash it away.
The ocean relaxes me.
Maybe it’s my sign that longs for its companionship.
Or as we are all connected to it; we just find ourselves home again.
“I was born underwater, with three dollars and six dimes…yeah, you may laugh; because you did not do your math”