A Love, Love Letter

While the rest of the world was asleep, you awoken in me and became the source of my heart’s nourishment. My dreams, once saturated in reality, became dreams again and it is at that point in time, I knew I was in love with you. And it’s by no fault. . .or default that we met. I was destined to meet “someone” and each day I kept hoping for “the one” and while my nightmares visited me every eve, I saw in them, the glimmer of a brighter tomorrow; if only I could survive the moon’s lonely shimmer again.

And for timeless moments in time, I rewind to understand the DNA of its compulsory. I rewind to understand how to do it all over again. . .yet this time differently. This time fresh. This time new. This time Love. Not all things start off loved, but with self-effort, all things can be Love. It is the stitch that must always remain unraveled; unmoved. For one tiny snag, and life as we know it, will cease to exist as we know it.

And then there’s always you. There’s the “you” in you that makes the Love in me; the Love in us. I am smitten by your design. You are whole amongst a sea of fragments. . .myself included. I swim to you daily, looking for exactly how my piece can forge with your puzzle. I want to be with you in a way that shows I want to be a part of you. That’s manifest shit. I’ll work at it because I want it. Let me.

This is not your ordinary Love letter. It’s more like a come clean letter. On this paper, I expose my soul in a way unviewable by the naked eye. I can never show you how I feel. You must close your eyes and open your heart and receive me. Desires be me. And they will not stop existing until our Love locks. You are. . .forever etched into my soul. I Love you to no end, which is the end. Love.

Besides gray hair, do you know. . .

What’s getting old? Getting old is when you watch a baseball game and the players, whose rookie cards you collected as a child, are now coaches.

A forward and a thought. . .

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An interesting little story.

Hello There Nice Person Did Anyone Ever Tell You, Just How Special You Are The Light that You Emit Might even Light a Star Did Anyone Ever Tell You How Important You Make Others Feel Somebody out here is Smiling About Love that is so Real Did Anyone Ever Tell You that Many Times When They were Sad Your E-mail made Them Smile a bit In Fact It made Them Glad For the Time You Spend Sending Things And Sharing whatever You Find There are No Words to Thank You But Somebody, Thinks You're Fine Did Anyone Ever Tell You Just How Much They Like You Well, My Dearest Friend Today I am Telling You I believe that without a friend you are missing out on a lot!!! Have a nice day, and I'm glad we are friends!!!

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The funny thing is, I could easily see a situation like this happening to my sister. Except the difference would be, a chance to say a kind word wouldn’t have passed her by. By the time the stranger would have eaten the second cookie, she would have looked at him with her now infamously, dramatic lips parted which to us should suggest that her jaw has dropped to the ground. Then she would say to the guy, “How dare you, Sir!,” with a straight face. When he tells her that she has been eating his cookies, she would check her bag to see that he was right. Then she would flash that smile and say, “I’m so embarrassed!” The guy would smile back and say, “don’t be.” A conversation would follow and my sister would make a new friend. That’s what I absolutely love about her: She has always had the ability to turn her raw honesty into a good situation. And I’ve striven my whole life to be the same exact way. Just a quick forward and a thought about my sister. I love you, Anika.

JayGee Quotable N

Confidence is the ability to know when something's wrong and speak out against it.

State of Being

I put on my be cool and match it with my stay sane.
Mask all of my bruises and put ointment on the pain
Squeeze my heart real tight knowing blood pumps a-gain
Rush through my volatile life like floods carrying rain

My emotions flow through me like toxic energy to a field
My perceptions eek away and let me see what's real
Can't be inside the matrix because I returned both pills
Walk miles across these awkward valleys trying to reach hills

Leave my conscious mind behind, ‘cuz it’s marked by fears
Hide my solemn face from mirrors, ‘cuz it’s marked by tears
Rest my weary body slowly, ‘cuz it’s marked by years
Shrug my shoulders and walk away, ‘cuz it seems no one cares

Cross this great landscape of ours, my embodiment of self
Leaves my pockets feeling empty, however I’m surrounded by wealth
I’m a loner, vastly represented, and do you wanna know what else?
Sometimes I feel as sick as this world, yet I’m surrounded by health

‘Tis true that in this state of being, I ain’t being a human being
‘Cuz this knowledge that we quoting, wasn’t started by Europeans
So if the lies must continue apropos, then my falsehoods you’ll be seein’
Till the day we acquiesce, I’ll work hard towards whence I’m leavin’

What I saw

The world was beautiful today. I saw riches in what us Americans would consider poor. I saw more colors than I thought imaginable to see in any one given day.

I saw bunches of palm and mommy roots birthing baby trees. I saw growth spurts one second at a time. I saw an enemy smile. He couldn't help it. The rains came and washed away all signs of anger and distrust; the same rains that normally frustrates us Americans.

I saw humor in the form of irony; degradation in the form of lusciousness. I saw rules broken, yet laws of the land still adhered too; in this place, they call it driving. I saw buildings being built, sand being mined, coconuts being grown and a huge town with only one central road.

I saw beauty in unfinished constructs, concocted in a brain designed to see beauty as something complete. I saw beauty in non-preservation. I saw some of the most amazingly, prettiest women in the world living their day-to-day while I lived my holiday.

I saw Cathedrals for prayer made precious by age and utility. I saw clothes being hung out to dry during Monsoon season.

Then I closed my eyes. And I saw peace. I saw the smell of greenery unable to be tainted by the debris of humanity. I saw the taste of ginger in a fresh picked leaf. I saw backwater stills. I saw umbrellas up to block the sun and down to allow for the touch of rain.

Today I saw "God's own country." Tell me. . .what did you see today?

Backwater Rains

Vegetable Stand

House on the Backwaters

Riverboat Carrying Ladies with Sun-brellas

Kathikali Theatre Performance

View from hotel room window

Sand Miners

Problems

My problems;
No bigger than the next man's
But they still my problems
Problems are problems
So if you expect to hear about my day
Expect to hear about my problems
Because all day I go around telling people, "no problem."
When they ask me to solve their problem
Now that's what I call a problem
So if you have a problem with
My problems
And the solution is far
So the issues still remain problems
Then don't consider it a problem
When I tell you those problems
Or else we'll have a new problem
And that problem is us
Problem?

The Prayer

Dear Heavenly body, I pray for your serenity
To guide my mind and rule my heart and do these things correctly
To be the eye that sees not life, but probes a little deeper
Make clearly seen what drives our souls so that I may be the seeker

Of truth and just, might from right, the things that drive and hinder capitalism
To move my mind away from foolish things and keep my desires free of sin
In a bastion of light, majesty and self-worth is where I wish to lay my head
To the skies is where I metaphysically wish to be way past when this body’s dead

I know no other way to be, so I consistently challenge my motives for Love
In your graces is where I strive to fly peacefully as if represented by a dove
My sanguinity leads me to places visited by many but inhabited by few
I draw comparison to completeness when I strive to be closer to you

With rue my heart is burdened with injuctive thoughts and pleas for humanity
Restrictions on fairness and freedom, to overcome will bring out the man in me
And though my simplicity is riddled with bolted locks, complexities and layers
Each day I must promise to look for you, our union embodied in prayers