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Remembering your expressionless appearance, I think of my response and how you expect me to respond. My hand pressed firm against my imprisonment I remember not knowing the feeling of your hand touching me. Along with your apathetic gaze I wonder if the next insinuation of you knowing what you’ve read or haven’t read’s going to emerge from that self-same emptiness. For love I subject this vessel for your entertainment. Juggling as the marveling of jugglers, I wait for increase of our sins. As allurement of any trained juggler with her one object routine frolicking around placing that object anywhere her trained profession permit. Will only few of those sins increase or shall we entice of them all? For your touch is worth more than mere suggestion. The contact juggler might be limited by circumstance, but intent of your heart is bound unto more than a single embodiment. Contact requires a touch, despite the intent behind the action. Because I’m a sinner being teased of your intent and the extremes of being teased I’m forced to delight in you actions. Though my restricted response within the embodying of this crystal prison  my want is not. Because I’m a juggler of this self-same will I wish your touch. Not for pleasure,but for rationalizing  pleasing acts. Balancing our inhibitions this transition occur, and we shall ponder upon a thing given to us for pondering. Now you’re within the crystal globe and I’m without satisfaction of your loathing touch. Because I’m now expressionless fear not the idea you’ve discerned, but continue loving this self-same day.We live within time ecstatic as we shall dwell within each other’s heart. Love is a thing capable of being presented from every walk of life but being loved is a thing experienced within the experience.

To all bloggers I love; let us experience  recollection of a thing obscured for the sake of us. Without we might never pursue it’s meaning.

 

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If the afterlife meant despite being dead our eye still sees what our soul wants to see, I choose thee as my icon to see for eternity. Extracted from your place as the apple of my eye and dressed in your prismatic membrane I loath to adore thee. Dressed abundantly of blessed and futile tongues from sin spoke vainly . Naught, uttered of, as we fill that space with things we expect to see after submitting our vision filled of apathetic like feelings. Let us fill from within mine emerald eye the sanctity thou demand being encompassed by. For that garment of righteousness does suit the better than being imprisoned within only delusion of distant want. Because the eye is the window to the soul I only accept being forced to gaze into void and emptiness if my delusion cannot prove me less delusional. Stand before me and live beyond the green of mine eye. Stand before and dwell beyond the emerald dream. The end of the dream is that moment we’re enlightened by illumination of the thing our sins create for us. Self centered this ting can shame me. Leaving me unrewarded to stare into the dark of loneliness and oceans of being forgotten. Take this thing we share and enable us. For us this delusion is what you wanted. Because you’ve spoken those things my idea of what you are , is it not the same? Will I parish entombed of wretched things I imagined in vain? Will I parish or were you bounding yourself unto dominion of sin and sinner? will you be my master, or shall I subject myself into slavery unto sin? Hidden within this dream is the name thou gave me. The name I shall know you as. your name I stitch into the fabric of our being and let it shine throughout the reaches of this nothing.

To all bloggers I love; sometimes the literal existence of life is bewildering. Other times it can deliver us into a world we accept as our reality.

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