symbols of life

stay far from the timid
only make moves when your hearts in it
and live the phrase "sky's the limit"

notorious b.i.g

kidnapped

fatigue is a killer.
kill joy.

wanted.

desire: passionate dreams resonating within the cerebral cortex and manifesting into a mirage of defined fantasy.

success

failing was the best thing that ever happened to me.

pearls

hey, keen on a bite?

CAPS

i can't stand the noise,
take me away.

mama's wisdom

we are all products of our own destiny.

damn.

why can't i just say no?

golb

i want to write a blog




i wrote a blog

*

i like it simple

keepsake

stay safe in my pocket.
as long as i dont have a hole,
or my pocket isnt deep enough.
ill hold onto you for a very long time.

survival

life is a beautiful struggle

violent love

fight of your life is not the cost
time will reveal
all along you're the one who's losing



we gonna fight the war, we gonna fight our fears
the only thing i wanna throw is a fistful of tears

- maxwell <3

6ixth cents

my lids shall flutter as i yearn for your presence.
my mind alters my perception,
my senses are aroused by your defined scent
your aura is as enticing as ever before.
i sleep soundly in the knowledge that you are protecting my vulnerable dreams.
you shelter me from a harsh isolation,
hibernating my lifeless body for the rise of the almighty star.
i love how you feel next to me
i love how you're not really there
i love how my imagination is messing with me again
i love how i wish it was you all along
i love how i pretend your reality
i love how you are my dreams
i love how i love the idea of you
i love fantasy

bloated

on the junk of life.
need laxative to get rid of all this shit,
metaphorically.
life detox part 1: bye f**kers, i aint got no more time to waste on you.

@natasha

let the bird free, the flock is calling.
upon its travels and in its return,
you shall see its longing to be within your nest.

i got frames

the world is so much more clear
my conscious sees the truth

2me

dear candizzle

please dont fear me, im only here to make you see.
to see the beauty of my soul,
and the passion of my heart.
please dont hate me
or say you want to terminate my course.
i only want to give you gifts:
to show you pain, in order for you to love
to send you heart shaped chocolates
to make the worst mistakes possible
to never make the worst mistakes possible again
to make you wish i was never here
to make you cry tears of sorrow
to make you feel like the world is at your feet
to rain on the happiest day of your life
to shine on the saddest day
to eat the last tim tam
to give you enough satisfaction
to make you never desire more then you have
to love your bed hair and morning breath
to envy your natural beauty
to see your soul through your eyes
and touch your heart through my voice.
to make you believe you're the undefeated champion
to take you down the stream of consciousness
to let you touch the moon and the stars
to caress you in my tender arms
to show you the real you
the raw and exclusive you
to help you find yourself

ill always be here for you, lighting the way.

love your soul mate...Life
xo

consumption

of my creativity for seemingly mindless acts of human improvement.
i dislike formal education, i just want to take photos, write poems, paint, read amazing thoughts, discuss what life really is and most of all blog all of this.

somebody set me free....

not much to ask

for someone like me.

*sigh

real dreams

i have dreams bigger than jumbo jets flying at altitudes which penetrate the epoch of fantasy survived on cloud 9 and transcend the gates of cloud 10. i shalt not desire a future destined by an egotistically drowned society. my quintessence leaks, the world turns, a woman weeps and her daughter creeps. a man walks on and a bird soars above. i cant dictate this present reality's lies, but the power i possess can manage their jurisdiction. don't lie, don't lie anymore. your teeth are bleeding from the forced deceit you expel as you exhale the toxic waste of your soul. rather you cause an innocent to self absorb the fumes of your lacking, the dead and unwanted. they no longer see a beautiful world but a normalised subject. you cant stop me, you cant cause my tracks to become icy, preventing my physical from liberation. your words may scar but never will i be defeated.

love affairs of the soul

i just fell in love with a man called freedom. he takes me where ever i wish to seek the naturally invisible. on cold mornings, he keeps me stil until the sun warms my outer layers, while all the while softening the magma at the centre of my core. freedom sees no harm in revealing the truth, he scorches the sturdy limits. freedom allows me to stroll at a pace of observation, absorbing the exotic mantra of the globe. freedom is a fond hater of my ex lover, regret. regret was a nasty old soul. he saw the gaps in history as imperfect, constantly reminding me of the missing pieces. regret shattered my innocent and tender heart, he cared only to contribute to my spiraling demise. once regret and i were comfortable he became abusive. he kept me locked inside, penetrating an inexorable darkness, memorizing a painful solitude. regret suppressed my every emotion, conditioning me to restrain. it was the day the sun rose 3 minutes and 15 seconds before his awakening into my consciousness that i was saved. i saw the light, the luscious rays tangling and transforming my inanimate into a metaphor of consciousness. the beautiful gracious star explored the depths of my two dimensional soul, resurrecting me from a painfully piercing darkness. as regret rose, he was without my presence, my rebellion was fierce, documented and detailed. i was enticed by the mystic beauties of the rays. closing my eyes i awoke a top a soft hill. as i lay, a soft breeze swept over my docile body and there floating gracefully towards me was freedom.

postcards of passion

dearest natasha maree,

in our tender nutshell we are defined. untouched and unprotected by the plunging flames of a devilious society. we control our own reigns, conquer our own demeanour. running our soul along the fine grains of art, we succeed internally. the ink flows like blood from a gaping wound. a stream of liquified passion, we are physically expressed. let us sail the glorious seas of our dreams, floating on the 9 clouds of our wanderlust spirit. speaking the coded language of our souls, we engage. we understand frequencies of limitless schemes. suspects of an attempt at librating a suppressed truth, we are the masterminds of rebellion. for this i treasure your existence.

you are forever in my heart
(L) candizzle

glory

beauty is infinite in the collaboration of the heart and the soul. the moment these two paramount entities amalgamate a colossal of prevailing invincibility coats the fragile human physical. the mind is thus capable of its true potential; of great and dynamic strength. foolish acts of human inadequacy are bound to the lives of the faint hearted. the hands caress the almighty spirit of fulfillment.

glorious victory.

i stand dignified

something i wrote in the middle of june 2009, reading back on it i realised it's sort of a physical recognition of my spiritual truths.

it's ludicrous to believe that the possible is the near impossible. impossibility is just an escape from an achievable reality. we often search for the shortcut to the destination, sacrificing hard work for cowardice. i don't respect those who don't believe, nothing is crazy if deep down inside you are confident and believe in it. people used to think we'd never penetrate the layers of this sphere, trapped in a continuous ball of life. now we're just chilling on the moon; try saying the sky's the limit now! limits are falsified, an attempt at self sabotage. when we lock the door our entrapment is personified. we may never be able to prepare ourselves for what is behind the door but isn't that what living is? learning to conquer our fears and climb the endless mountain of life. until we shatter the notion of the impossible, we are among the docile and unconscious bodies in which we despise.

@_@

my eyes

are falling asleep

in their sockets

hollllllllllllllla!

damn havent been on here for a minute and a second. been writing heaps of words in this little furry patterned book. they are kinda like the symbols of my soul, universal of course. so im gonna start documenting them here, just cause i can.

with one look i drift away

a ship sailing the treacherous oceans of passion

enthralled in a blinding fog

guided by an almighty force

with one glance i sail forth

deep into the stream of your beauty

the pain of a love so pure tears at the ropes of my heart

causing the friction to wear away the tenacious grip

with one breath i am engulfed

victim to your crimes of infatuation

the aphrodisiac of my dreams

your mastery of my soul is manifested

with 3 words i am defined

spoken in tongues of beautiful lovers

you're my everything