articulate it don't physicate it.

Adultery

When you touch those other women
When you touch breast but aren't mine
When you touch hips but aren't mine
Touch lips but aren't mine
When you caress but its not me
Don't you know you are at dangers playground
Don't you know when you dally with somebody not me you risk all that we have erected and built together.

It doesn't just break what we have it puts a block on emotional connectiveness we have because you are so guilt ridden you are incapable to love properly.
You cannot fully feel functionally.
Your emotions towards me and everything pertaining to me not just us malfunctions

The little moments we could so freely share are swallowed up in guilt and dissolved in pretense cause you are trying to hide what you cannot.
And not just that it leaves you weak, the weakness you fell into and did is the same weakness that keeps you weak because you CHOOSE not to resist.
The more you do it the more its hard to say NO


You are risking everything when you touch things that aren't mine.

The Fault

The confusion, the lackness,the total voidness of it all
Its not you my lover it's...it's not you my focused love
its not you
its us. Its you and me. Its us
We are incapable, in what yet...i do not know

We find fault in our space fault in our sorrounding
There is constant fault,fault in our vicinity,I do not know what the feud is about all that i know is that its there, and the fault is in ourselves

Its not possession,what we have or do not have
Its who we are,the make -up of our being and selves. The problem is at the root...THE HEART.
There is a clash a clash occuring against everything we are trying to erect together
Things i want to love yet the thing with love is...you can't give it away unless you have it and how can i have it unless i have recieved it and how can i recieve it unless someone gives it to me...and yes you say you love me...yet this love that you give does not fill this thing and effects emotions and doesn't go any further.

Its your weakness and my weakness when they come together they form the disasterous and desperate filled existence in which we now live.
Constantly wanting yet not knowing what.
Constantly yearning but not being filled.

This life is lacking in our inability to fill it with what we are not.
What we need is not found in us filling each other.
Its not in another human...i know this i've been around humans all my life.
What we need is not what we can manufacture.
This dissatisfaction on this space within and without is something nothing or no one can fill or else there is something or someone i do not know?
We need more than what we've been told to build a life!






http://www.billygraham.org/DailyDevotional.asp?id=326

Being alone is not bad its loneliness thats tragic

Philanthropy

Don't repeat whats been said

A boy was chatting up a girl and he asked her a question and she as in protest cried out and exclaimed.....You ask me what always asked....she protested and this piece was written out of that.....


You are asking whats been asked
I want you to feature in your conversation
Something unknown,unheard
Don't repeat whats been said
You want me then you need to...
Speak a tongue that will make me laugh pity or cry
Amaze me tingle me with your tongue
Don't be so known, predictable and already told...
Be a man of mystery
Be the opposite of what i had already planned for the day
Be the person who will arrest my mind all day
The person i think about all day
Tell me something uncharted
Ask me something untreaded
Be different Be unknown Be utterly other-worldly
Contemplate what you will say yet don't prepare do it in the moment, a second a moment of strategy. show me that you want what you ask....make me believe you.
Give the finest from your mental and (i'm pushing for it)heart
Give fine conversation and tongue
Thrill me with new ways of saying things
Listen to me and be
Be totally equipped in hangling my ear

Girl watching the rain

so the time has come and has now arrived,i am sitting here trying to "oh yeah did i tell you"

i saw a girl, she was standing on the top floor of my school building.She was watching the rain.
i thought to myself that she looks beautiful, her face partially obscured by the rain. She looked beautiful while she watched the drops falling to the earth from the skies.
i wanted to write about her.

She stood there, calm yet preoccupied. Her expression could not be interrupted even by the tiniest drop. As she enjoyed her view, i was captivated i couldn't pull away.

It wasn't her it was her watching the rain...it wasn't what she had it was what had her as she viewed the rain drops
it was un-phased beauty and i fell for it in admiration looked at her as the rain drops fell before her sight. It made me look and appreciate her as she watched the rain. It was a thing of beauty. She was there looking at the rain far from me yet she is so close because of the way she touches my heart. its delectable and it captures so much within me.

A girl standing on the top floor watching the rain.

Falls just for her to watch,just for her to enjoy...surpassing the rain her watching it makes it endurable