We all have a desire. Open minds, flow with fluent potency when the perfectly aligned vibes arrive. No fear. The world is yours, whether a scholar, athlete or both… even the public library educated get to ride the tide when the point breaks. That’s dedication. Soul escalation, mind elevation… finding placement wherever your heart beats adjacent to the love for every breath taken. You can’t ground anything who sole purpose is to fly.
By Bruce Davis
Creating & destroying at the same exact time. Art.
This delicate life, dominated by materialism and vanity addicts, the climb down is a long way up. So the light of hope created through my perception of what’s real, what’s right…. her… me. Two souls so powerful and heavily stitched to an ethereal world. Love so deep, I am able to breathe for her. Yet, so destructive and peaceful that I bathe in it’s calm before the inevitable storm arrives. Suspended in the air through light vibes, green rays and her eyes. The power is in her soul and then she lets me go….. soon my vision clears and I awake to all white. Machines to detect my pulse, bandages to wrap my wounds, recognizable faces stand and surround my bed. I remember. As my world faded in and out, I make out the words “hit-by-drunk-driver”. I now remember. She’s gone.
By B.Davis
Just thought I should write a piece I was feeling. Be safe out there.
Her love.. unconditional. But she’s been conditioned to always follow her vision.. even if I don’t fit in it. Expectations, are my new enemy. Soulful young queen on her pursuit to find her ultimate pleasure, even if it kills her. She balances me; exotic being, but her heart is never satisfied with the decadent lifestyle I provide for her, she craves more; pain she never feels, veins cold as ice; those full lips, warm my heart as they glide down my mind. Inside im alive; I open my eyes, she’s gone. Young sociopath on her way to study the highest degree of hendonism. Maybe I should get out of her way. Life with my twin flame. I wake up & breathe. Look over, see her. Love will be the death of me
- B.Davis
Show me your vulnerability. Help me, help you. Are you willing? Willing to learn, unlearn then relearn, constantly? Of course you are. Shallow world for our deep heart beats; but we dive in anyway, head then feet, soul and all. What repercussions? We’d do it over again. Our destination is our journey together. Feels like my past life and we’re just traveling again. So, when our vibes sync, just know, we’re feeling us again. Since finding refuge in those eyes of yours, I’ve built my world around our vision. All I ask is that you stay and show me your vulnerability.
- B.Davis
At the end of the day, we can endure more than we think we can.
Love, life, pain.
Placed my head on the chest of my twin flame. With every beat in her, I feel parts of my soul waving the white flag. She tries to smile with her heart, took a quick glimpse, and noticed the hurt. Tears fall, so my chest now becomes her comfort. Our downfall was the bet we both placed on this lie. Our lives ended at our expectations on the word, forever. For forever? It was supposed to last, well at least longer than my last. What was my future, becomes my past, what was my walk, now is my run, towards something that’ll last; The love I have for myself. That’s safe, I can trust that. But how long will that last? Forever?
-B.Davis
Life bends, and then you see the truth, when the smoke and the beat blend. Eyes lost in her whole being, the link betweet my soul and body mend. Brown skin, royal African hair, brown eyes, and potent heart beat. So ironic, the beauty of her might be the end of us. The night falls, sun comes up. The eyes open and games end. Young mind of a drifter. I can’t complain, I know now how it feels to make love to an angel. Never did I think my time would end so soon….. Life goes on, so does my love for an angel
-B.Davis
Mind on point; Heart lockstep with every motion of my soul, jiving. The clarity in which I see the world is, to say the least, Immaculate. The lucidity that flirts with every sense of my being; I imagine, equanimity. Living not existing.
-B.Davis
Love is not the enemy. I blame the “expectations” people are comfortable with placing on Love’s abilities. The ultimate set up. You give Love expectations that Love, as powerful the world itself, could never live up to. Dead on arrival. You need to be able to “Stand-in” Love by yourself, before you “Fall-in” Love with another. Two incomplete people will never make a whole. Zero plus Zero doesn’t make one. Create Love within yourself and bring that love into your relationship. Harness that energy. Expand on it. Balancing act, not easy.
But why would you want it to be?
-B.Davis
