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Raw Love

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Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw

It is beauty and the beast mixed into one

It is heaven and hell at the same time

 

Love is not butterflies in your stomach

it is not googly eyes on your mate

it is not apple and spice and everything nice!

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep

it is a mix of good with the bad

it is calm with a touch of intense

 

Love is not an act of neediness

it is not jealousy and fear

it is not neediness or helplessness

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations

it is a pen to paper of goals

it is a cloud full of dreams

 

Love is not what you think of love

Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love

Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

 

 

The Crazy to my Sanity

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He is the apple to my sauce

the chocolate to my milk

the cheese to the crackers

 

He is the cracks from the quake

the flood from the rainfall

the lightning from the storm

 

He is the crazy in my sanity

The sanity to my crazy

the sanity in our craze

 

My plate would be

bare without my

hungry tummy

 

My cup would be

empty without my

wine and dine

 

We would be obsolete

without honey and bee’s

will you please…

 

 

 

 

Disarrayed Flower

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Ravishing from head to toe.  Her mind jumbled with a million thoughts attempting to formulate one word.  One thought. One idea to express the monstrosity composed of her mind.

A delicate flower, full of life and laughter.  Her laughter allures an audience of well-formed men and women oblivious of her chaotic mind.

Wine in hand, fire stick in another, whispering sweet nothings to supposed lovers.  Lovers enticed with her fired soul.  Burning flesh as they osculate each whisper of her misery.

Mad for classical air, she refrains from cowering to his glow.  Under the blinking stars, she yearns to rejoice in conscious oblivion.  Aware of the needed solitude, he retreats from her disarrayed mind.

The delicate flower blooms among her own isolation.  Descended deeper into her delicate realm.  She continues to walk her ravishing life as onlookers admire her composure unaware of the obscurity of her own mind.

Beyond her world lies one mind.  One soul.  One heart.  One flower.  Her world.  Desolate of consciousness.  Death will take her life.  Chaos will feed into hypocrisy.  She is simply a conscious flower living among weeds.

Weeds of our world.

As to her is to you.  As with you is with her.  Crumbles of cutter.

Catch the jumbles if you can.

She can.

-Cami*Star


 

 

 

 

 

 

Are you an Artist?

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Did you know each and every one of you is living your own conscious dream?

Our lives are a big dream.

             You are a dream. 

                          I am a dream. 

Dreams are conscious decisions and aspirations. 

Awakened minds = A Dreamer

A Dreamer = An Artists

As an Artists you create your lifestyle, your career and hobbies. Artists have endless possibilities!

There is never a “perfect” art piece, but to the eye of the beholder, your Art may be the most beautiful piece they’ve ever seen. 

Each mind has its own designs. Each design is what makes our beautiful world. 

Create a beautiful Art Piece! Mistakes can be beautiful. Perfection may not. Allow your senses to……

          Breath in & Let out

      🌱 BEAUTIFUL ART 🌱

               -Cami*Star