~ : Masculine & feminine : ~

Lets talk about your inner feminist.

It's a hot topic.. but we can all do with a bit of spice for winter days.

Human right is to be stated in sheer confidence. Not to be fought.

Women were never in disadvantage. Women have been to busy keeping the world running.. to bother with Men's dominations.

The oppression, the falsehood of acclaimed male dominated superiority, in any ethnic, culture, religious background is hideous disadvantage.

The passive yet core active female force is the backbone to the active yet core passive male supreme.

If we don't restore our inner masculinity and femininity to balance. We become a lope sided spinning disc. Limping on Earth.

When we are disharmonious within. Our core force are never fathomed without.

For a woman to think her strength can be taken or controlled. She has lost her most vital essence.. abiding the males in her life.

This day and age.. we cannot confuse feminism with extravagant sexuality or astonishing beauty. But the self reliant strength in her truth.

We have cohabitated extremes in all different societies. The display of the symbolic balance how a culture captivates power and strength.

Women in her futile and protective instinct of her loved ones .. Often choose not to speak. Yet the truth is written all over Earth.

Women and men has to work together on all aspect of life. For natural wisdom of our universe to flow through us impetuously.

Our researches of the ancestral animalistic justification to our imbalance.. are excuses for the delaying evolution. We are human now .

This responsibility of balance. Belongs to both, men and women. In equal measure, we must learn to enhance each other.

Not through sexuality, a mistaken bridge that ties human biological co-creations. But through the respectful stance of our own rights.

We have nothing to offer, if we cannot wake to the potential beauty within each other. Which will transform our limited physical existences.

Too many of us are hurting, degrading ourselves and each other in expressions, with peer pressures. Which only switches on self destruction.

It is in waking of the mind body and soul to both of our inner God and Goddess, we are prepared, in welcoming the universe with our temples.

The woman, the man.. May seem a body outside of ourselves. But our creation, or degradation.. is happening within ourselves.

The inner feminine and masculine forces are to be attuned in delicate balance for one to be intimate at one with the universe.

Our universe does not respond to falsehood of our words or actions. But to the energetic truth we carry un/sub/consciously with us.

Knowingly or unknowingly. Balance or imbalance. We attract what we accepted as true within.

Weather to attain by oneself, or to harmonise with the loved one. We seek such in depth completeness. As one. Awakened and purified within.

While the world fills our mind with beliefs. Our step, is always to hollow ourself, for truth.

Listening.. is a skill of heart.

                                                                                           ~ Lyric dreamer ~ 13.12.2011

~ : Solidity of Time : ~

A passenger to my thoughts.
It is apparent,
my inability to think strait
has flourished life long silent affair I have
with words and space.

To talk..
never give enough time
to construct a match
to the appropriate complexity
of every elements orbited
within one second of union.

Like speaking in dreams,
the sentences and limited vocabularies
feels devastatingly slow and badly reverbed..
worse still.. dubbed, drowned.

I guess most people
who has deep passion to write
never speak that much..
too busy flying alphabetical crafts
in the invisible waves of sky.

Thinking, writing as footprints behind
as I walk along the life that seems to be mine..
Looking behind has little magic, but many surprises.

What I realised, 
life is but borrowed time from grand eternity,
to feel depths of being one here and now.
There's nothing left.
Except love.

To what else can matter,
to make our hearts shiver, dance and sing..
To expressively give our all to every existing motion between thoughts.

Stories after stories of reasons after reasons for feelings,
colours splashed onto canvas after canvas.
The funny pages of time called life.

A forwards and backwards track..
the mysteries are the memories to be rediscovered with future eyes.
The instance of infinite end happening.

Don't know, but do.
Hunt and hide the answer believed to be missing from outside..
while buried deeper with nostalgia for an lose of search.

When the head spins,
glimpse of other world peering over shoulder,
yet you're unafraid.. 
Something is breaking through the solidity of time.

Of course it's only anemia
or a rush of breath hitting lungs in past tense..
For how else can we translate something to be part of the sane?

How else can we enjoy joy sorrow passion and pain..
if we don't smile with tightly pressed lips 
while truth concealed beneath all illusions?

Everything we walled against
webs whole new conspiracy to be unknotted..
Targeted ambitions, opposing forces.. Thrills of the colour plate.

It's appropriate to express a slightest sorrow comes with found peace.
That. No one, but all undesired images we hold were our only battle.

It's also fair to say I do indulge on every bit of treasured imaginings
and wished them to be more than just.. an unhealthy habitat of mind.

As if kindest cruelty agreed, by ourselves.
Contrasts of lives tied to contracts of hearts..
Until one can no longer forget, we're not lost.


                                                                                ~ Lyric dreamer ~ 30.Nov.2011

Warmth

The feelings of your soul reflect back to mine
pouring your life through the cuts in me
now a river that runs all my quiet wisdom
revived I awash all mine back to yours
I am warmth and I am there in your loneliness
silently I weep while stand by your side
your faithless vision see not my light
I now command you to touch and  feel
not by the skin and felt of another form
but reach to me with your soul
I want to be known and hold close
I want you to become a part of mine
to be the warmth you miss the most
all which were yours to behold
give and be that fire you wish
I, warmth.. become yours for real

Chasam of Thunder

The sea visited today
in, over and over
drawn yet contained
salt in cool blood streams
turned a rush of fever
when sun came
catch in tides
of sky blue high
so right, so light
like always
like beginning

Pure white velvet bliss
hush blue weaver dreamer's crib
ever lasting tides of silver lining
memories crash by shore
flying pearls and crystal spills
in blossom of sleeping lotus
fused heart enclosed
mercy reside insolence
unrecongnised saboteurs
array within darkening twilight
interwoven illusions of ego parade
trading truth with made beliefs
hooked hell to hosts an empire
bear it's plan to contaminate
victories, of man made glory

Prayers carve a blessing stone
from a man's innermost core
throw it afar across forth
in the beam of lightning
furthest edge of the ocean
to a deep chasm of absolute
ripples, soul dances ignite
fuel fire within the soul
armed in diamond laser
entering the eye of storm

the Goddess light
the Godly ray
shine on to all behold
house sacred hearts in temples
power sparks in heaven

Eternity, glides over
by light  by moon
liquid silk of metallic river
linger by and whispered
" Be mine, be forever
soar, in nightly fragrance
belong, to deepest desire
sleep in pure lasting bloom "
in my unbreakable vowels
woken a world of wonder
launch, close in, onto turbulence
every fiber in burning swift of time
strike, I was born to ride thunder
from the start... the war is already over

Oracle Moon's voyage

I lay out a line
and placed it in between
the last and the next thought
metaphors of my existence
is now... again, shape shifting
between spirit and dreams
I see no one is really here
except the eterne echo
of oracle moon's last breath
on earth where she lived by
inner core of her fire origin
where her stance is one and all
for thousands and millions women
all their subbing tears at sleepless nights
and the tireless prayers of love
formed a moon lit path
a crystal trail with diamond cut edge
steep fall, to beneath with all captured souls
chained by delusions of self possessed grievance
lava of pain, betrayal, lust, hurdles to underworld
each step is a trial with transparent horror
Love, is a warrior's accredit
not an fainthearted voyage
whilst the world represented you
erotic fantasies with another body
entice your senses with luscious desires
bar your move with icicles of frozen tears
where one must now keep inner eye open
to walk the twist of her dire crystal passage
I anchor my soul to my timeless divine lover
spear the passion with undiminished fire
walk through flam for a cleansed destiny
beholding her sacred Babylonian locket
enraptured with her deepest grace
walk on in given bless
an entry to the next gate