Julia and the libertine

A moment Spoken to Julia By a libertine so impassioned.

The lntense moments of a rough pounding akin  to complete Domination that she had so submitted herself to.Turning over, in the shadows, was the libertine on fire with feeling , and a beckoning for her to listen.



The moment of bliss did itself ensue, a measure far to focused,

for those that measure distances of the moon.

inside i can delve into the deepest of mysteries, and disasemble in a glance or wave of my hand. there are no enemies or fear in my lands

to live under the sky, that holds the infinite hand

of grace in its downpour, of rain on the sand.

now the deserts you thought dry , were moist and in plenty

take note, how something so trivial could represent such a similar journey

what worry, when you have no  fears

and if there be enemies,  its them i do not hear.

for being to narcissistic, and free to ever  take their calls

the letter never reached me ever,

to hate was there downfall

now echoing in this freeedom, was my passions burning fire

keeping my safe, from others quandary.

Having my exact, knowing on the realizations perspective.

so  if you hear me laughing at the thought of enemies,

then know my smirk is in the best or prospects

and at the gates of my passion do  all enemies, change their own minds, about any reckoning that may have been swayed.

this brilliance in me  ,is the  passion, and shall keep  a lover safe.

while some seek to dillusions as there  method of escape

I smirk again and such trifle confusions, when the open fields are obviously the road to takee





Through the mist that covers the fatalists..

I give you leave to dream of thoughts of bliss

instead of question your life with thoughts of  deviancy that contradict

inside your mind, the stairwells are endless..

now which ones you feel best to divide, is no need to choose and pick...

The moment is indeed the levels we exist. Burning  again that fire, evil as it may.

with only  the want to destroy,  yet soothe like the wondrous rain. 

So I do laugh and those others do fear the days, or see that life through tragedies mindset, like the  comrades of a hidden play. Now taking their characters,  yet maybe life let them astray.

for today I know of the passion that keeps me free , and understanding from the fray.

When my energy was solid, i asked you to  enliven again, finding prosperity in the simple things like to play

If only you had gone inside, deeper than the deepest storm. would you know what wonder could do. the transformation to turn your oceans the deepest blue. for in romance this is it, how  innocent and true. The gaze that was beyond and into the infinite

gone and cast the he wind.  I laugh at the plays of comedy and for those of tragedy, i do implore.



I dont need to fight the journey, if i be evil, and the way set in hell. then i enjoy such a beauty, because it does the passion well.

To break through trivialness, and feel what life brings at distance. i still enjoy the laugh at others,that have the minor inconvenence of lacking the insight to dream in fields of passion and enjoy the moments of the seasons.  with the deepness in my gaze and a beyond in my frames..the mind out of the box, can gain, in true brilliance what can not be tamed..

in all that beauty that was life's burning flame, i question the humans that seek only to train, themselves in the efforts of life entertained by delicate factions that only awareness can bring. so out of the box thinking was the  cure for that too. Now having gone anti Christa and anti religion, who do you think can run the plays?

Recreating their thoughts to better understandings so they can enjoy their immortal days. now in this passion and beauty does such wonder entertain...against  the fear, unique and beauty, yet  still sincere..i watch your reactions that  spark outrages at some. how  this life brings me flowers in the mornings. not because of the words I say, that are like the play displays the core focus.. in any attempt in life there is a constant motive.  yet children do play when the sky is gray. so paint it in the colors you would have it, whichever way. I have no moment for  or  congressmen or saints..i have no time for fears on  their face, conversations a bore, with life stories of the dead. I must be honest in my reasoning for with my energy  implored. such  an encounter later, shall be noticed and ignored..so onto the next, no past here, no regrets..having talked  to the person who hasn't broken through yet. but when the fields are seen, i assure you , there were no tests. for all was in passion of the  moments, and each moment the best. No matter what the fears. I know of what the spring can bring..

so new that there needn't be the questions for what it brings. lets seek in love, what romance always had..i enjoy my evil after all. even though beyond it, straight to the core its found. what is likened to wonder, is bliss, and passion found.



At the livelong moment of now, the universe is created, through bursts of intense sound, to the waters of something infinite. creating the waves that shake the earth, past eruptions of desire unearthed..i can still smirk, for i know of something further than those mountains. Lets inspire another today. for whenever they have there thoughts lacking. i know of the disaster that is far from life or thereafter.  so chaos is spoken in such form as this, with the beginnings of intense bliss and wonder. i need not  choose or pick, what i can delve into their after. so about the ones that fear, and contrive, i know of its beauty to keep me inspired. There are those that do laugh, in moments of understanding.



Clear the smoke, set a scene in your mind, climb the ladder to heaven, have it tossed back for seek and you did fin, a true place filled with all signs divine,  dont let the life livers threaten that immortal  beauty. for in its grace is the beauty of a childs glow.

So fatalists of thought and mind, do get inspired to something divine...whether it be a devil or saint. inspire to leave life like this moment is the last, and forget my dear about fate...for with conversations the bore is to much and i must walk away. in the livelong passion that you seek to deviate..i make a motion with my hand and I am away. for like the wind and the day, i am not confound by rules  surrounding them. instead  i am beyond in the infinite sun rays..youll find me in the beyond again, smiling from the beggining like children do,  and in the same essence immortal and true.that s why i smile eternally, in the moment, why dont you..\