Raw

At first there was darkness.
Then there was them.
I remember them as my own, my people I knew when i was lost.
Whether tall, big haired, and lanky or short baggy and ready to ride, they were and still are the people I rememeber.
Pimpish and artistic or short and humnorous they were the ones who playe denought to make me happy.
Some trusted and got screwed  others taught an din there way helped whethere it was words on women on just humor tand a laugh to saved the day.  They taught me direct or some i had to intuit into but the understanding help me escaped when my shoes were soggy and my understand shorts my fram.
So many memeories and yet as the older say i still have time.
And words.
Words are my options whena ll else faides and I offer them up liek a meatball to Offerman hoping to hit it out the [ark.  To those in need I offer love and there choice influebnces the direction but n the end three is just me.
And the darkenss.
Yet there is escape.  I have found it as of late.  Between the memeories and bullshit, thats where the truth spews forth and  as I listen I am inspired to assit offeruing love to those in bneed and listening tothe rest.
Love is a sacered religion.  It inspires words to return and ddespite the hate, despite the dischord, despite the blocks it is a sacred offering as well given whe need ed hoped for ioon the spare time and forgotten except by those who have been nclose and understand it.  I have seen much and frogotten little yet in the interem words spilll out apon the page like emotive pait to the canvas splotching many colors of love -[assion andn experience that whill energize as the reelaes renewed the spirit.

 and when they overlap tlike the paint, the emogions combine shaidn into a compendium of confusion that is the human psyyche.  Each complination is more complication yet the compleication is the human mnind and an expeirnce tp appreciate and enc9ourage for all.  Words.  Why and wh and what do they mean.  Mear ideas of a deeper level i have explored before.
And up springt houghsts of the wrol
of particles and wavelengths aenergy and balance in a system still being explored yet as intiguning as modnight shadow and daylight rain.  As the shadows fall they cover the world in a darkenss of safety in ebngth adn hoep and intention for good.  It is the night and thoguht  is freeing though at times i have been scared.  Fear only serves to drive, and iwind to the ocean or energy to the sun.  The why, unknoswn but they long to duiscover so the rceations abound tgo esase the curiousity.
True help comes with out mal content and hell is a place I have visit only returning to heavwen.  Love the addition.  Hope the acquisiitiion a mere moment while three is noithing after we are still searching for the eternal.
And I find it in elements.  In water, in fire, in love.  These things ioofer an essence of eternity like starlight glow or my first love and I long to return banked and unfafaraid vthoguh in ways I am frigid and in others kinf
Calm.
That is the feeling we all need and I long to project as daylight traverses the  sky in slow n cirlcle i long to trust you and need you as your neck turns to me.  I want to be ther yet i wnat to explore more.
Through leadership, we learn how to follow and with bthat os the hope for a country.  There isso much that goes said that shouldn't or unfelt that should yet we cycle through our issues some tijmes pl;aesant sometimes painful looking for the things that please us.  For ome it is just a nut.  An orgy of orgasm that works for the momoent.  Somd e like creeps the way they cosuem the flesh is horrid yet i am infectec by love and want to return.
Sacreed words to her love and from hthe dark ness comes light and vision and hope and the insecurity i long to make cal as the river makes me as the water rememeber s me i have had and lng to forget for the one.   that one.  the singular emtoion that insipre when we used to love befor e thate hate.
Togetherness.
That is fresh.  I felt  it oce twice.  Nevrknew so could not long.  Never felt s0o was never hurt.
She is playful as a fawn yet in her i see much i long to discover ad assist.  The greatness in me i see in you.  Your words prick up my nick and prickles my skin and the waters and work are the love i long to encourage.  Water.  Love.  Discoery
As I search for ne thing after another thoughs they are angry i feel peace.  I am me  and calm that is my greatness.  Beauty belies bliss, the calm of passioante excitement that rnewd the feeling that the anger is compelling like andcient water roght s there is good there.  They all have their issues and i is not me they want its there psyvche that offers hoep to them and I understand and make them happy i am and hoping ahe is brings me joy.
Love.  Love is.  Love is the answer.  They will get pats there worrys and hope will pervade though our society degenerates hoping anfd reasding.
Why love.  In words are ideas fo the times both newer and ancient and as society have risen and fallen so to has their faith.  There have been time when people loved.  I long for those days as mother lvoe bone or a seductive groove aor a funk doctor refresher of angular renewall as sunchine and darklight complete i long  all, day for lovv ethinking of night.  What are the wrods I can say that make her understand.
I attend.  I love.  But she is not alive.  Breathless breaths i infuse her with as we lay colothed and listening to the starlight or water rush the ground.  There is peace as i involved , u nerstand ing her and rnewing hoping to do well andgetting it most;y though her is beauty and greatness and and love.  Education privdes the frsmework and the basices we long to explore.
So you may ask what she is.  Love witrh potential.  Hopeful leaership.  A passionate experiene she longs to escape and at the same time embrace deciding moment tmeoment second by decond.  Feeling wroong she longs tor ight when iteell her to let me know and we speak of asll tthings the world has to offer.
Adn I prefer connectiomn.
Love sure.  iot was writen.  of her and of her and of her and of all yet connexion the spirelies inbetween waiting forthat onesty honestly.  It makes me happy to cconnect.  And as we were taken away, i remember qand toguth she loved though she wants it to be easy aand ants to repect her self i ng fora woman awho can work with sanity who has found herself and herpeace as I too ahve found mine.  Then we are open as I learn her wasys.
Work.  Water rain sundshine deli9verance hope for connection.  I've tried the nut highway and i nreally breeds dicovery of hate.
love is ascension.  It is because of the womb that I love.  It's memeory is furitid because of her calm amidst he wory.  It means that I will my will foreve rto it like rocky walls.  Teir eternity, their calm is my religion.  There they standing and as some putrify I long for escape.  next level.  It i a place of calm where words connect ideas.  It is good.  WEitrhiout support I must make it on mynown like and up hill struggle I have climb the hill and the hill becomes a mountain and the mountain minimized to an anthill and the struggle is over.  I long to return to that level of strength and ans christ says thre  was klgith so to i will.
Togetherness.  I feel it and never knew it.  What it waas?   That beutiful ascension of the spirit.  There is union of souls; a place of entropy and that entropy becomes the focus of love.  It is a nd we are and while i long for you you wish for my work so I wait and study and work my brain.
She is beauty; this uch is true.  Intellect is looking for something solid some thing real and i hope to show it to her.  I love her and while she needs d she wants to think for f more like me.  She beleives.  I love that...SSSHHHH i love that.  And whilke she is lost I have been found.  The way is clear.  It is love.  Together.  Mynew expression longs for connection and togehterness becomes the hope.  Why?   BEcause of all things she is the onet hat brought it to me.  I have hope in her and it is beautiful as Naples eveing rain over ignited clouds at sunset, like delicious calm and passione voked.  I'll go learn for a bit, gather some word sand continue.  this is raw.  do you like it?