I have heard men say that life is a wave. You have your crests and tresses.
As you are at your apex, know that there is always a possibility of downfall.
But accept that pitfall with open arms, for it is a lesson in itself.
Hold onto nothing for everything shall be done away with.
Only love is eternal.

I urge you not to question the falliability of eternity. I urge you greatly not to confound yourself to believe purity is non-existant amongst thine bretheren. Ye are the gods, as well as the devils. Only you as the individual have the choice. Wether you save a life, or take one, someone will always hate you regardless.
So why do what is against your soul? Why do what harms your body? Why defile your hearts?

I am not a brash individual. I am not a man pertaining to the expectations of a rampaging bull as those who would desire me to be.

The tenderness of mine soul causes me to looked down upon as a fool.
I care for naught but the sweetness of a lover's embrace tilled unto the eternal fields that we once slept in.

We arose as strangers.
Fell asleep as enemies.
Awoke as friends
Just to lie asleep in each other's arms.

"Til death do us part"
Or so it is said.
My love for you is eternal,
And I shall lay my gaze upon thine eye soon enough.

There are these moemnts when I feel her kiss as she's cradled up against me in my arms. Kiss after kiss after kiss. Falling deeper into our paradise that we share. If only I knew where she is in this life. As her hands flow over me like liquid gold, she clasps onto me with both arms. Her desire for me grows daily. I still wonder if she hears my call. For I hear hers greatly.

Theres an anger brewing within, and theres an anger surrounding me. The anger within wishes for a cease and desist against all that simply isn't. The anger surrounding me is the self-denial from those around me.

Polarities and Dualities everywhere. That ain't life.

Damn. Now niggas tryna devoid themselves of emotions and shit. Like...Thats not healthy sir.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears. 

-Khalil Gibran

Nigga, don't throw away pain.

I remember when people said I wasn't christian because I wasn't happy.

I remember when people said God wasn't with me because I wasn't satsified with life.

I remember when people said I was covered with demons because I had anger written on my face

But because I suffered, and because I suffer, I saw eye to eye what my father felt for each one of his children. I was brought lowly in my pains to come closer to the love my father had for all of us. Even to those who oppress us, for they go around aimlessly in a world devoid of love.

How the hell am I supposed to be satisfied in the comforts of my life when there are people around me that suffer? You say count your blessings and be thankful I do not suffer like them, but I am with them. My heart is near the children who have lost their mothers and fathers. My heart suffers along with those who are far lofted from the truth of life. My heart suffers along with those who do not have the ears to hear the loving voice that flows so freely through the winds. If I am to be anything, I only wish to be the catalyst so that Love itself may flow so freely through this hateful world. I wish for naught else. My heart longs for the fulfilling of everyone. 

I am surrounded by death. A chosen deadness layed upon due to those who do not follow their hearts playing. Who the hell thinks it is right to do what is contrary to what the heart calls for? For so long we were taught the heart is the source of all evil. God dammit, I'm tired of that thinking. Have you people ever asked your heart what it really felt? Have you asked your bodies what it really desires? You think it wants to fuck bitches all day? Or do you think it wants to be free? What is freedom but bathing in that lake of fire and passion, having this life dulled away as ye nestle yourselves to the bosom of life?