Maktub

Woman, taken of man's rib
Flesh of his flesh
Once given life her own totality.

Man, born of woman
In her womb for 9 months
Does that mean that he is in part woman?

We are all in each other
Whether in the robes of kings or pauper's rags
No matter who, what or how we worship (or if we do at all)

Human Be-ings
Existence is the equalizer.

93

What's 

In

A

Muse?

Nothing funny - The ability to set art on fire.

Holy, Holy

We're all stardust.

I guess I would say we're a little bit divine.

Interconnected, interrelated - 

We are yet our own universe.

As gods and goddesses therefore don't be offended when 

I offer to

Worship at the temple that is your womb -

It's sexual I admit, but said with respect.

I want to -

Love 

In a way that transcends but includes the physical

Tearing down your walls -

Blowing you and your mind - 

Making you question life itself.

Wrap your mind around these thoughts and appreciate this moment

-It may not last forever.

Duality

Duality.
"Who would dare tame a free spirit?"
Constricting them to definitions is akin to death
And not le petit mort.
Boyfriend, Husband, Partner - How about we just be people?

Do-all-ity -
The modern day King Solomon without the wisdom
Casanova in cassava land
Don't mind me, I'm just a man.

The battles we fight inside define us.
Do we choose to be angels or demons?
Do we have to choose?
Hell vs. Halo - two sides of an eternal coin.

Of New Muses and Watersheds

The last girl I liked left me
Shirtless ... Watching her head back to her own piece of paradise with nothing left but the taste of her
Lips - Pink
Wanting more than the moments stolen - from whatever it was she was doing
I mean - more than likely music or studying, not like she really left her room.

The last girl I liked left me
Thinking ... The good ones go, the smart ones don't attached -
Maybe that's just me making sense of the fact that she never once let on how much or if she felt about me
- Her lips did
Her eyes - clear
Showing the fact that she too knew old pain

The last girl I liked left me
Dumbfounded -
Our first kiss? In the middle of a rave with the remnants of rain all about us
Everyone around us not realizing the fact that for us in that one moment the earth stood still
The shirt she took? - White

The last girl I liked left me
On my ass - Cause honestly I never pursued
Or maybe she was just that elusive.
So here's to you ... The muse that got away.

88 - Wealth, Abundance, KARMA.

(Back to basics for this one - click this link for the numerology meaning of 88 - http://sacredscribesangelnumbers.blogspot.com/2011/07/angel-number-88.html)



I have forgotten how to feel.

Not by some freak of nature - I have willed myself not to feel because nothing good has ever come of my feelings.
I'm good at - Work
See my mind in action as I surmount the challenge of making myself the best.
So good at work that it's become my narcotic - using it to numb old pain.

The type of old pain that never leaves. The type of pain that can only subside from a restless mind as I write-
Of Old Muses.
Of hearts stolen then broken through no other reason but stupidity.
My urge to be stubborn and fuck up beauty simply because I've been trained not to compromise.

I could blame the fact that I was never shown or taught to love -
Product of divorced parents, grew with a dad who never had a dad.
Money doesn't raise a child ... The values that you teach them do.

So kudos to dad - he provided when he had it. But the important things
How to care, how to be there -
Those I was left to teach myself
I've failed universe, haven't I?

So I write shallow writings - enough to show that my mind has depth, without even so much as suggesting that these words are not in fact an extension of my thoughts
But that each word of verse ends up being tinged by how I feel
Bit by bit until the anthology reads
'Here lies the feelings he'd allow himself to feel'

I've forgotten how to feel and in doing so I've hurt
Myself.
Fuck it.
I've hurt so many people that breaking hearts seems second nature
'Everyone's going to hurt sometimes ... True?'
Don't allow yourself to be drawn in by the charm unless you're fully aware of what lies there.

She knows.
The one muse I was never fully able to get rid of.
She knows.
The fact that even though I'd treat her like the queen that she is ... The brokenness can't be trusted.
She knows.
The fact that she was the one that I loved the most and the best.
What she doesn't know is that I still write about her.

... So judge me now, or judge not.
I don't really give a fuck.
This is the first piece of honesty I've ever written.
Enjoy.

Memory [Remember and Forget]

I've forgotten entire chapters of my life
(I know I'm young but humor me)

I mean ...
Who remembers their first -
Kiss?
Or the first time that they stayed up late using up that 'free nights' thing talking to the girl that you and I both know that mommy didn't think you were ready for?
I mean seriously...
Our parents try to convince us that we had a first step or first word
If you ask me - I did born walking and talking.

I've forgotten entire chapters of my life
(At my young age can you believe it?)

Do you remember your first drink? I certainly don't (Sorry mom and dad)
The first time you fu- got intimate with someone?
... We tell ourselves all the time that we have great memories - but put it to the test and I bet you can't remember if you had breakfast 3 days ago.

I've forgotten entire chapters -
Just the stubborn few that fail to leave
The pain, the heartbreak, the struggle (for the older folks, ask your kids about the struggle)
I've forgotten so much and I'll forget more.
Just a part of being human.