Where is Control.. When You Feel You’ve Lost It? Did You Give It Away.. In Attempts to Gain It? We Play These Games, Of Self-Deception. So As Not to Look, At Our Wounded Projections. We Place Our Wounds, Upon The Other. Then Blame Their Actions, For Why We Suffer. But It Isn’t Them, Whom Really… Continue reading Wound Became Wisdom
Floating in Space, Aware of My Being. Enveloped in Time. The Epitome of Freeing. Dark Matter Cradles, My Very Existence. The Mother Of Time, At Its Purest Essence. I Feel a Pull, So I Look Around. But Nothing’s There. Just an Echoing Sound. Stronger and Stronger, The Pull Seems to Be. A Massive Eye Emerges,… Continue reading Birth Of A Galaxy
A Brief Time, Warmly Sown, With a Gentle Spirit, I’d Hardly Known. A Single Page, In the Book of Life. But Every Word, Was Full and Bright. My Heart’s Strings, Gently Plucked, By a Wiseman’s, Spoken Touch. Your Deep Presence, I Did Not Intend. I Await the Day, We Meet Again. ~Aubrey (Written November 16,… Continue reading Eugene’s Poem
There Once Was a Girl, With Fiery Skin.. Smoldering Eyes.. Through an Innocent Grin. Curious and Daring, With the Poise of a Ram, She Charged Her Environment, But Was Met with a Slam. Her Fire Shut Doors.. She was Seen as Too Much, As Her Blind Intensity, Burned Those Within Touch. Then Cruel Acts From… Continue reading Fiery Skin
Have You Ever Looked at The Foundation, On Which You Stand? Ask What Was It’s Intention? How Was It Planned? Have You Ever Challenged.. It’s Old Conceptions? Found the Answers Outdated.. And So Many Questions? What Went Into Making It? Who Built the Pillars? Who Orchestrated the Thought? Who Purchased the Builders? Everything You’ve Been… Continue reading History Depicted
Your Reality And My Reality, Have Two Different Eyes. Your Experiences Become Your Thoughts, As So Does Mine. So How Do We Know, What Reality Is.. If We’re Both Having Our Own, Unique Experiences? What’s Real to You, May Not Be Real for Me.. So Where Do We Stand? How Do We Agree? Is Reality… Continue reading What Is Reality?
She Arrives With the Wind- Her Hair Electric. She Resembles a Storm, She’s Powerful–Magnetic. She Stands in Her Power, She Knows Her Strength. She Resonates Intensely, With Her Own Wavelength. When She Sees Illusion, She’s No Time For It’s Games. She Unsheathes Her Tongue, She Sets Her Aim. She Wields Her Words, Like a Sharpened… Continue reading Our True Nature