Its that cold again.

That winter.

That christmas.

While the wishes I have in my mind linger

I stop to imagine the timeframe where material, touch, and feel

Are irrelevant.

I try to grasp and control my benevolence

So as not to join in on the usuals, peculiars

Routines they are.

Christmas, not for religion-but for the living.

"Life loving the liver of it."

Christmas, not for gifts-but for the gratitude of beings.

For the appreciation of seeing, and, walking, and talking.

Remembering

Christmas is not for short instances of affection but for the reception of harnessing

love.

I will stand to bend to lay to dream and imagine my mind free from proof

Of any and everything tradition.

I will say to speak to voice to preach how loneliness has guided me through.

Towards the real I exist with.

Christmas has one purpose.

Thankfulness.

finding it.

There's a feeling you'll receive, in light of the moment.

You have your time, your chance to show it.

They'll take your arm and guide you 'round and give you things

That love has found.

Time speeds your walk, kisses ease your gaze

Hands soothe your wounds, life has its ways.

Two times a lay

A ways away

But still come back to seize the day.

Bright skies of dawn and sunny corn fields

Make many grow weak from love to yield.

You'll bend your knee and jump your broom

You thank your God for loving you.

Provide you with the half of whole

The best of beings

Your body's soul.

Self-Depreciation

You are born with worth, but now you begin to confuse your existence.

Misinterpretation of value may be one of the most detrimental sicknesses of all time. We, the people, are more than we are yet less than what we should be. Our ability to maximize our wealth of consciousness is lacking—so much so, that we now walk with eyes closed. We do not realize the importance of self-worth—so we deplete our value. If the economic crisis has not taught us anything else, it is that the less value you have, the less you’re able to get in return.

Depletion of value begins in the mind. One has to believe that less is more and more is less. Those situational circumstances will create you and not the other way around. Believe that there is a barrier of entry to every possibility desired. The mind, that controls everything, will control you into believing that believing is not believing if you believe in beliefs. If you believe in the possibility of circumstances. If not believing, you are chaining the power of your mind. Binding your full-limitations to your blessings is like making an upward leap of faith—the only place to go is down.

Mind controls the body and what the mind thinks, the body does. The control that tells a bird it cannot fly. The control that whispers reasons for lack of ability. And the control that uses lust as a remunerable source of value—temporarily meant to satisfy the void of self-created worth. The process is repetitive in each and every one—the need to make due, uses sex as a feigned source of amplification. Mind controls the body into forgetting the apparent operations of depreciation.
No-how can you continuously use and not depreciate in value. That when bells of love and hope comes to your doorstep—bargain and exchange no longer includes bargain. Because of your minds’ utter disregard for the affect your forgetful promiscuity has on your diminishable value, you are destined for the bottom of the barrel.

Your spirit is that in which should be an untouchable source of existence; yet, tends to be the last step in complete depreciation. Your spirit, being the eminent center of your inceptive value, is the last to go. Your body is but a sponged vessel of ever-growth—the outer skin of your spirit’s resemblance. Depreciation will flow like dry oil from your mind, saturating your body, and filling your spirit with the composition of all things done: your ignorance of solemnly didactic blood. Your love for personal and intellectual depletions. Your tendency to lust for touch. Your deception to others. Your lackadaisical nature. Your worrisome mind for worthless individuals. Your cocky. Your stupidity. Your obsession with narcotics. Your belief that prayer without self-effort will suffice.

The composition of all things depreciation will leave you worthless. Then you die.

Love Doesn't Exist

Love: there is no such thing or action. What you feel is only the composition of obsessive tendencies and characteristics, meant to keep you. The complex, yet subtle meaning to our lives has a way of humoring even the lowlife in us. Hearts sweet nectar that bewilders the blind into believing in light. No where else can you jump and not fall. Nowhere else can you believe and not see, when Love is your belief. Not realizing the construct to your conduct, you behave as if Love will fulfill you. As if Love is not an object designed to motivate, cultivate, and compensate for your lack there of. Justification for meaning and purpose in life does not discount reality: The reality is that love is nothing more than a compensatory mechanism of defense, created in the relationship between people and actions. It is the name of the obsession created, then wanted.

 

When one realizes the emptiness and lack of purpose--Love comes to the rescue. To fill the void and create a "reason" to carry on. What purpose would you have to live, if you could not "love"--if you could not repeat your admiration of action or feeling.

 

It is a cause to be weak. A cause to deplete a piece of yourself for someone or something else. To replace your original thoughts, with the thoughts of another and assume that just because "Love" is in the equation, you have reason to fail and likelihood to succeed. Love is not equivalent to stability. On the contrary, Love is a belied trap, attracted to the people as a means to cope. A desperate outcry for something more when nothing exists between the lines of every day. The hearts real way of giving up--because when you love--whether consciously or subconsciously, you have realized that your current existence is missing. That you need something or someone to fulfill you. Love, for it. Love, for them. Or Love, for Him is designed to inevitably diminish your Love for self.

There Is No Such Thing As Stability.

There is no such thing as stability. Our minds are born when we're young, externally developed, and torn for non-reasons too complex to grasp. As human beings we feel compelled to solve, compelled to increase our current situations' positives, however negative they may be to others.

The hunger to rationalize life is not developed in the body; it is taught to the child. Step two and speak once—you’re done, because you are no longer a child—you are cognizant. Soon, like everyone else, you will convert to unconsciousness. You will have no choice but to walk with blind-guidance, talk with informed-ignorance, and live with exaggerated sentience.

There is no such thing as stability, because what one sees is not always what one receives. The energy devoted to neutralizing your lives will continue to drain you and in the last moment of your breath, when you think you've surpassed your inability to grasp the circumstances of your turmoil, you will find the death of reason and survival of acceptance.

As people of intricate minds, we plague ourselves with the questions of existence and reason, when reason is only a figment of our imagination. Reason is a creation dedicated to the maintenance of the failure to accept. Reasonably, how could someone survive after being diagnosed to die? Reasonably, how could a child run, when predicted to live in a chair? Unreasonably, how could people be the victims of a new virus every decade?

There is no such thing as stability, because we are born to live and die. Your mind is your foundation, your mind is your resource, but your mind is not a crutch.

In the dawn of day, you will not look ahead to walk. Instead, you will look within yourself. Since self is the abiding being, your understanding and tool, your responsibility--self is your only means of assurance. When struggle begins to clamber to your heals-self increases your resistance and propels you forward. Dependency on man's weak terms of endearment will not suffice.

Purpose:

the purpose is to WAKE YOU UP...