sweet honey meets my lips

steam

fighting the urge to believe

breathtaking

cream

re – meeting all the ones that frequent my heart

cleaned

with each fulfilling lean I turn to create my own yummy team

independent thrust
I am my own logical love at best

addicted to the sun addicted to the sex addicted to the attention

the beats typing a certain amount of words per minute

its all going to change

every little piece so we tend to cling

like a lost sense

my favorite is mine

each magnificent thought is what re aligned

i get so caught up in the motion

so indulged by the mess

i like to get high

to relieve my stress

when the solitude gets a hold of me

all i do is attach

like a flaw

with a flow

in a frustrating world

misunderstood

like heaven

like haven

mistaken.

but more or less just leaving photo footprints and chills up my spine sleeping in till noon and watching everyone else wither by my side addicts all around me broken lovers trapped in their minds, an un organic kind. tragic ending up to a dotted line.  when you cant understand whats up with the mental and whats indulging about leaving paths of pills

spirits uninhibited an aura that has no life

so whats going to save them.  its not going to be me. whats going to happen when everything just ends up exactly where you let it be.

we have all got a passion

lets all call it peace

everyone has their own niche

tight ass pants curved to my hips.  i am guilty of each time I shared my lips.

GO GO GO

i am gone

i wont ever settle i will never be owned i am myself before anyone else’s so forget what never was written in stone

a cool hot wind

a valued blend

lets rush for the sweet nothings and pride our selves on what we let go

spread love to the most almighty

only mindful of how i can be without you showing me what i deserve

i am my greatest passion

lets fulfill how increased one moment can create us to

mooooaaaaannnnn

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justify your city. AVL.

Fake Id’s, house parties, swimming holes, local music, and southern twang.  This is how I remember Asheville, North Carolina.  I guess the 90’s and early 2000’s have a lot to be said by this.  I have been observing.  It has been seven years since I lived in Asheville, NC.  Where I grew up!  Isaac Dickson, Asheville Middle School and Asheville High status.  My mom worked downtown at Interplanet Janet, Lava, Honeypot and Hunk; so I was a downtown little baby.  Trouble making it with my friends.  I like to think we are notorious.  That the people I am introduced to know all my old friends and we have all this Appalachian moss memory to look back to.  What can I say southerners like me take pride in where they come from.  I have been roaming around the mountains of the Rockies for five years and pub-lifeing it in Denver, Colorado. I have mixed feelings about the new Asheville after so long.  Oh downtown how you hold on to a grasp of ‘what used to be’.  The favorites have for sure stayed : Lexington Avenue yummys, Honeypot, Bouchan, Minx, Flipside, and Hip Replacements.  The classics, Wasabi, Malaprops, Tupelo Honey, Laughing Seed and Jack of the Wood.  I will give a shout out to Wicked Weed, The SkyBar and The National; for showing me a good time on the weekends since I got back.  Also Dobra tea for making me mellow about the new.   It is not that I am against the evolution of Asheville or the pace letting our economy get larger and more valuable. It is just that the vibe downtown is different.  I tried to check out the new club on College street, but it was a mistake!  It was empty, ratchet and this girl tried to fight me when I went up to the bar for a water.  The parking is ridiculous and you can hardly walk through the streets now!  Even the parking garages are full.  Cops are every where!  I suppose this is because we are trying to be a beer capital to the country.  But why are we jamming so much in to such a small space.  Do we not keep our roots sacred enough to value the small-ness and originality of Asheville?  One must contemplate why it is so hard for a old school local like me to find a job.  With that of coarse I praise on knowing the right people.  I want the rustic freak Asheville back.  The laid back flow that the wind held through the streets of Pack Square and the cobble stones of Wall Street.  As locals we should encourage each other to be involved in not letting any sort of oppression happen to Weird Asheville.  I am not hating nor bragging, I know a lot of business owners around town are competing with corporations moving closer and closer to there buildings.  Urban Outfitters can suck it and needs to go back to the mall.  I have also over heard a Starbucks that is inconsideration of being built close to Pritchard Park.  Remember petitions and boycotting isn’t extinct.  Its quite frisky if you ask me.  Join the Kitten Revolution. Spread Love thats what a real mob do.

See you around!

when i do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. That’s my religion..
(never cut what can be untied, I learned this the hard way.)
Happiness needs sadness. Success needs failure. Benevolence needs evil. Love needs hate. Victory needs defeat. Pleasure needs pain.
You must experience and accept the extremes. Because if the contrast is lost, you lose appreciation; and when you lose appreciation, you lose the value of everything.

trust your beauty 

Feel beautiful….the energy of the mind is the essence of life.

Do something because it feels right, not because it makes sense.

Follow your spiritual impulse. Life happens at the level of events, not of words.

lets learn from each other

curiousity fits mystery, you must earn relationships. the essence of effort is beautiful. communication is the most ideal form of flattery and understanding, dont be easy, be perplex.

PROVOKE THOUGHT

((((((If its turned cheap let it go love is too divine to be given to those who do not embrace the most simple of techniques faith.If the body is your temple, keep it safe. If innocence is beauty, where the f did all the beautiful people go?))))))))))

jaded

love is a word misused and said too often, its definition has been reshaped and wasted on those who dont believe or are unaware of the true mythology of its nature. like myth love helps us seek a purpose, it is mysterious, and expressive, it is hands on, it is passionate, it is intuitive, and trustworthy, it is fragile, but strong, it is powerful and irrational. but just like myth is seen today, it is used to describe something that is simply not true. dont waste the word love…..its reality has been corrupted. when you cant resist its notion

say it

and mean it,

NATURALLY…

STUCK UP

People inspire you or destroy you, pick them wisely. I can tell toxicity on a first impression. Women are so beautiful, guys usually act like we owe them something. Everyone seems so average and bland, so when I find someone attractive I get excited. I am impulsive as a mf. No one is more privileged then the next. Relationships are typical, singles are too. Numb, hard to flatter but grateful. Ive been used, I have been loved. I took both for granted. For what its worth I graduated from college and bartended. Judge me, I have better social skills than the mass. My intuition is key. SOMETHING VERY INTERESTING IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN, I keep telling myself that. Validation doesn’t mean shit to me, fuck it. SpreadLOVEalways xx even with all the trust issues in the world.

coming home

we never change, do we

we never learn, do we

i am completely empty inside.  The shine existed until I was honest with myself.  Without choice I begin to fall back into the ocean.  Swimming, gasping for air as the waves crush me.  I float on top to enjoy the sun.  My skin needs it.  It is absolutely incredible what is inside of you.  I wanna fly and never come down.

so baked

In love

blasted

striking me down

heating me up

making me feel

the wind

the motion

the feeling in my stomach

something

all white

bright

crystalizing

into my eyes

as I cry

because we never change

do we

anything but easy

so I try

I sparkle myself

I believe

I see

shiny bursting colors coming out of me