The idea of love that we have in our minds is merely an illusion. We fall in love with what we believe someone or something is; placing unrealistic expectations, conditions and limits on this fabricated emotion.
It’s my belief that it’s insane to do such a thing. How can you place expectations, conditions and definitions on an emotion as powerful and infinite as love?- An emotion which can take lifetimes to to fully express.
Love is the entity which encompasses our very existence. Therefore it cannot be based on illusions which will soon fade and disappear because love has neither an ending or beginning. – Jahlil Tahree
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Memoirs: The “Hit em up” theory
What if Jesus didn’t rise on the third day and forgive those who had portrayed him?
What if came back in all black with guns ready to spray em?
What if he rose from the dead in his hospital bed?
And decided that whoever set him up was dead
Plus everyone at the last supper had to died too
he aint know who to trust when he rose from that tomb
So he called his henchmen, Gabriel was in the front
horsemen treading, equipped with the pumps
No Arc this time because everybody had to go
Since when he offered to save them they told him no
What if he smiled in delight as they were slowly devoured by thier own demons?
All because they chose to take his kindness for weakness
And when his father called to invoke a change of spirit
He turned off his phone because he wasn’t tryna hear it
Sunrise’s At The Pier: Euphoric
As I stood in the doorway, eyes piercing through the dark of the night, obsessing over satins unique ability to caress every curve and angle of her frame.
I received an impulse to approach my prey. So smitten I don’t recall how I traveled the distance. Maybe I glided, maybe my wings flew me towards my dream.
Losing control of my bodily functions-it was if my heart took control and didn’t require permission from my brain anymore-while she lay still on her back like a goddess waiting to be taken by her fierce gladiator.
My fingers began to caress the triangular parts of her body and steadily moved to the creasing parts of her spine, sliding towards the cushions of her backbone.
Between her thighs I feel the steam from her ocean shooting out like a rapid fire; enough to invoke a mist.
My palms soon seek refuge in her well groomed garden. My brain begins to function slightly but only enough for me to imagine the pleasures my extension may feel might I dare expose it to her narrow river.
This would not be the first time I’d taken a dip in these warm waters -where I’d been many times smalls distances between life and death-and it wouldn’t be the last.
while on this expedition toward passion I always retrieve myself moments before my demise. Within each step I take towards an inevitable death I feel I become more alive.
I have no control of myself yet full control of her, this is my final fantasy, this euphoria.
Memoirs: Reciprocity
I often read sayings/statements which discuss how ” there is always someone in the world willing to kiss/worship the ground we walk on” and I believe this is true; but I also believe that the people we meet in this life are a reflection of where we are in our human development. If this is true then it would mean that in order to receive such treatment one must be willing/able to reciprocate.
On the other hand, I also believe that someone who genuinely loved you would never allow you stoop so low as to worship them but would instead be too concerned with raising you up to your rightful state of being, your higherself, your highness.
This of course just my humbled opinion so don’t be afraid to tell me what you think.
Memoirs: Study guides
Time is a test
The more we rush the more we fail
Take your time
Live wise
Live well
Memoirs: Evolution
Here on earth we all wear a disguise
We run from the truth and embrace common lies
We live in fear and hide in crowds
Who say individual thought is not allowed
We choose a God and praise his name
We seek attention and live in vain
The idea of love is just that, an idea
And for things to be appreciated they must first disappear
We travel through life at a rapid speed
While our childhoods are trampled on by our stampede
Some will lose and none will win
All will get to try again