It came back

Passions flame came back to me. I want to hear the roaring fires, and flames in the deep.
When my spirit needs nourishing and through such a grace do I forever want to keep.
Out of such a notion did my heart steep.
Sliding to shores where the hills rolled on forever and out to the distance cliffs where all of wonder in life could be marveled. Did I chance a moment to revel in life’s beauty, have the guts to take on life’s passions as a gesture of it assuredly.
So I saw beyond the trivial and when I dived, full confounded that life was beautiful still, even through thoughts of wrong and right. When I talk of passion I mean passion burning inside me for life.

To be a libertine, and poet
Takes the gaze into a different perspective.
While seeing the lands beyond and going there with passions pleasure
In the moments of bliss under sheets or above covers
Pounding and pounding with wide open eyes.
Such a sexual energy in my writing, does not subside
Instead the libertine aspects show the meaning of my reason and rhyme.
Yet part of a complex rhythm of life that’s Is more powerful than any image and no less sublime.


. A libertines freedom is likened to play. While seeing beyond fields of gray, to the ocean and tides then out the trees that sway.
Out in the fields nature does not count time nor age. So meaning why should I ,instead go out to passions embrace. Its embrace that gives me freedom to be the best. Worshipped as a god , while the others are second to this. No one to bow down to nor, an organization to send my regards. For in all such shadows, while some to a mystery embark. Instead making the rules myself, I take life by the horns. Enjoying sex with anyone that sparks my interest, and in the constant moment reborn. For it doesn’t matter here or there, the thoughts that I just explored. Just my musing to speak of them, to clear the air, of the absurd.
In the moment, it makes life supreme, not a second past, or a religious, spiritual pact. The moment being a libertine, I can have pleasures in lovers beds. Whoever thought otherwise should get the notion out of there head.
Having no regrets nor limits to the things I can do. Whatever I feel like saying will be said.whether it be sexually perverse, or blasphemy through and through.
while I am going deep in another. Passions fire burning in the deep.In there ear a whisper shall go, and there longing for me shall be. A a libertines passions is the life meant to be. While others live by the rules, we make them. Not counting the age, or time. Seeing beyond nations and the divine.

To have your thoughts in a sacrifice, leaving the other, and to a cause suffice.One purpose in mind, a goal to discover beyond the divine. Seeking such doors to open, while the wolves seek empty minds, hallways going forever, seated high above a concubine...A mind there was as open as the sky. Contradictions as perspectives circling up high. Realizations of infinity, and to leave the world of a sigh. Happiness learned, itself with eyebrows raised, instinctual drive, why so brave.Egotistical no, heart driven indeed. Bigger than the world each person, this being the last thing i speak, regarding a compliment, which should already be heard, inside a minds inner peace.
Resolving myself to a sacrifice.. your life, for this, an immortal moment completely out of it with me
No hidden motive here, staring straight at the sun, eyes wonder this way and that, my mind to the trees, pause and breathe re[eat.To ones deep questioning, no one should retreat. Instead bring in there essence, as a breeze, with what stands that is you and me. No ones safe from hypocrisies dagger.Its ruthlessly sharp, and deep...

A mind to the trees, glisten the branches like dew to a breath... , pause breath , repeat
what essence is this. a sky to the stars, shores on there feet,. a wave constantly swaying in between the two behind
smoky lenses.. a fleet.
Causes of these Blisse's are at most a mystery needed to be explained. a imminent result of this release
Air exhaled to the areas traveled to there resting places High above the plains
so someone had to be the wind then, to such flights, the birds would explain.