Blue Years

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how much different was life for you…like, 2months ago?

Did it make you happy?
Did you like all the drugs, did it make you cum? How was your sleep that morning? Delicate haunting, tongue kissing instead of yawning…I guess some people should just be….equipped…with a warning.
You’ve been crying through my mind all day girl.
You thought you had it all, still, you believed in  fall….and no leaf is going to save your pretty ass…
Unless you’ve broke it all down, rolled it up, and talked your lungs into adopting a puff.
Ignorance is bliss, floating around with you and nothingness…I don’t need to know anything else….besides what you’re thinking about.
And I ask because, I use your thoughts as oxygen. Each breath of yours speak life into me again, or so it seemed…seeing your teeth gleam, like some bright beam of fluorescent gas..I’m listening.
I’m a great listener…I could listen to you all night.

Think about that, before your twist your lips…the way that used to ignite me.

-Richí

Lotus Effect | Efecto Lotus

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The observed superhydrophobic and self-cleaning property found with lotus plants leaves is called Lotus Effect. In some Eastern cultures, the lotus plant is a symbol of purity. Although lotuses prefer to grow in muddy rivers and lakes, the leaves and flowers remain clean. Botanists who have studied lotus leaves have found that they have a natural cleaning mechanism.

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Amamamamazzziinggg!!

Peace.

So, what is change? Change, is something non-existent. It is created for the soul purpose of  being covert, and not informing said being of pre-existing abilities. You cannot change for, everything you ever needed has been, and will eternally be inside of you; you just have to summon it. Overstand that you are a being of unlimited creativity, which is why you should always stick to your convictions.
A Caterpillar  does not simply, ‘change’, it evolves.
It was forever a butterfly, it just didn’t morph into it’s Self…as of yet; and since time does not exist, the word “yet” doesn’t hold much value. You can evolve any time you want, it is up to you, but you cannot change. So if you believe you have “changed” you are wrong. You are simply thinking with the mindset given to you by the outside influence.
Seems as if I am telling YOU, what YOU must do, doesn’t it?
But once you innerstand the fact that, everything, really is everything…you will comprehend that, all is one, the truth has never stopped.

Stop changing, start evolving.

 

-R

Be my dead Valentine (blog)

Clownfish in coral reef environment (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’ve been fascinated with the Human being for a long time. As a little kid growing up in a third world country, you tend to be more connected with the land, due to not having the luxuries of Western World distractions; the land includes the people. The more you delve into the fleshly faces, the more you see past the regular behavioral patterns, and the masks that persons have been known to wear. A double edged sword of sorts, for the little boy with light brown hair who dedicated his spirit to understand those around him. I adapt quite well, octopus to coral reef, and the more I grew, the more I held on to the concept of naturalness, and leaving things in their natural state. Reading minds, bodies, an auras became routine; loathed this ability. I started seeing people as car manuals, and by the trillionth time I lost my virginity, nothing impressed me. I’d speak with people, and the moments in which they were responding to me, within my head, I was saying their retort as soon as it came out their mouths. It’s as if we studied the same script, and I was using the telepathy, they couldn’t dig; with that said, I kept on watching people walk off of cliffs in front of me, and I let it continue. Usually (infrequently) I’d always want the gazelle to outrun the Lioness, but found myself outside my house, placing ants in Spider’s webs. It never struck me how much I’d pay for upsetting that balance, for, now I was placing others within my own web, and yes, I knew the outcome before we even kissed.

How does one go about laughing at a joke, when they can see the punchline written on the comic’s nostrils?

I laugh anyway….I guess that’s my problem.

Carry on..

-S.R.

On borrowed time, while your clock ticks faster.

counting (Photo credit: timtak)

Summer starts breaking
Heart cuts making souls cry “why?!”
Count your regret Blue

Afraid of love Jones
Bones Thrones Castles Homes Liquid Lust
Crying on the street

Was it everything
Was it lovely energy
Do you remember

Lost in a lost world
So many sheeple so so..
Cold penny for thoughts?

Not quiet your scene doll
Not quiet your happy cocaine
Make you rain and numb

Between thighs baby cry
Love’s cold air’s dry for the eyes
It felt great to Wake

And so you kept on
Fucking running fast as Light
Tight despite last night

And soon you restart
Playing your harp with your heart
Broken shadow art

Pick up the pieces
The weather is getting cold
Once Gold now seems old

Kisses Kisses Misses Misses Misses

-Richí

I too have smoked Nostalgia on another day’s time. It’s been some moons since we last touched, making up the made up, with your makeup brush; but who am I, or, what am I rather, that you can’t see all the blood within my laughter….guess someone else kept you busy during the days after. I’m quite replaceable, an only require water to work.

“What is this feeling?” she asked
“Love” he smirked

Lost in the desert that is my mind, everybody wants a slice of my ice.
I’ve given away too many frosty shavings off my block, my future, hope it
be not, I rue..
I’m still looking for something, that’s not quite you.

I’ve missed me.

 

-Richí

Wheels in Sanskirt.

Chapter: Typhoon (III)

Time:  around 120 million years ago. Couple weeks ago.

Location: Heart

:: Sirius Stars ::

“I can put you on Mars.”

 

Tricked you, oh how he tricked you. She lay there, tears boarding down her olive cheeks. So beautiful, so Earthy, so Original…like a star weeping before super nova. Quivering lips; this time, not from some flesh rod boating down her rapids….wet…no, from sadness this spasm was spawned.

“Cheer up Phxina. You’re too fronzenly beautiful to be so distraught. You taste like a grape, your lips remind me of them, and, I don’t need to miss you anytime ever. I love you” he smiled.
Probably not the most trusting smile, nor was it the most devious. He meant well, but the direction in which his stars galloped, it was left up to the outsider, coming to do well; he was always fluid on his part. Little Phxina, big hair, Jazzy Melanin skin, felt relapse, poisoned, but still not done. She accepted more venom, and 2 sugars this time. She liked things sweet perhaps. Willingness, the suicides, it looks. She looked at him, with defeat, and diamond like bliss…and said

“Ajuourn, how I love your Self. You’re great. Yes, let us reboot” she spoke, and lay back into his fires. Blu flame. Got you, oh how….

“I’ll activate your stars lady, just cushion your lips, and give me your yours.”

She won today, lovely fun parade. Laughing dandy glee, tears dead dry sea. Blissful, so blissful. Love won today. Shell like souls they locked away, few times on end, oh yay, yes they.

 

Sexy spirits…eh?

 

-Richí