There Is A Fountain I Love To Drink From. A Gentle Brook Flowing Both Calmly And Steadily. Born Of Titillating

There is a fountain I love to drink from. A gentle brook flowing Both calmly And steadily. Born of titillating touch And tender caresses, I whisper sweet somethings Until the deep Is calling out. I summon my wine Through incantation And hand craft. Weaving my spell Till the dry river valley Welcomes spring. I bath in the river; Baptised by the waters. Praising beauty I dance In this sweet nectar grove." - Andrew

Downswing

"I have good days But I also have bad ones. My thoughts begin to run Until they have become An avalanche. I am steadily buried underneath, Unable to resist the onslaught. I start off ok But soon the weight of it all Is crushing me, And what strength I have Is quickly subdued. There isn't any logic to it. It happens. These thoughts I have I know they are not mine, Yet here they are Taring me down. When I was young I didn't know any better. Hating myself Always felt right When these times came. That temptation is still here But I know that it will pass. I have done nothing wrong. Everything is ok. Trying to not listen To the thoughts. Waiting on the upswing To carry me back to bliss." - Andrew

Soul Dancer

“This is the right form of closure For something so beautiful And wild. A fiery dance That ignited my life. For a season I have worshiped One more being. Watched you soar, Rising into your own. Transforming before my eyes I have witnessed your ascension. Every day bringing you closer To becoming the Goddess I have loved. Now we have come To the closing of one tumultuous chapter, Only to find the beginning Of another more refined. We have both discovered much; About ourselves Each other And the human species as a whole, And we each have been evolving From the information we have gleaned. Where we are going We cannot predict. It hides behind the shrouds Of dark mystery, Ever calling us home. A future we are still creating; Radiant lives we long to achieve. We are doing it with adventures And volumes of poetry, Good and bad choices, Sorrow and joy. Infinite dances Through our eternities.

Goodnight my love, My sybling of the soul. Our journey It has been everything that I needed.”

- Andrew

What is meaning?

Life was never enough for me. My imagination has always been better than what I live through. Inside I am more, able to be anything. Over the years what I see inside of my mind has grown. Maturing into something that scares me at times. A vision so perfect, so massive, that it encompasses the grand reality. It has consumed me, and I am drowning in it.

Do I believe in a fantasy that I created? Certainly. Am I going to die for it anyways? Possibly. My life will have meant something to me at least, and I will satisfy my heart. I have interpreted godhood from my life. Cosmic divinity filled with absolute significance. A drama spanning time and space, converging into this body I call my residence. All for one purpose, one crystalizing reason. An idea more precious to me than any possession. Something to beautiful for me to ever turn away from.

Humanity is that part of nature which possess a unique power. The ability to create meaning out of chaos. Significance out of madness. This is what it means to be God, and it is in this way that we create existence. There are things we cannot control, but we determine why that is. Why does it exist the way it does? Only we can say. Interpretation of information, until we live in the reality we believe we want. We determine what our purpose is. Some lie to themselves, bringing it about in secret from themselves because of a primal fear. Others come to know it, embrace it, and through great exertion of the soul give birth to a living work of art. Conscious pursuit of personal delusion, in order to achieve the purest spiritual freedom. Self anointing self creation. Reverse engineering our being backwards through time, and from that position plot our course into the future. Ever incorporating whatever the chaos brings us.

"Have you ever thought about addiction? Wondered what it was like? Her name is desire And she tastes of paradise."

"He watches her, A fading ghost Dissipating over an ocean. The sun is running away And eyes are beginning to close. Sleeping entity Trying to forget That they exist." - Andrew