The Cherry Tree

Inside of me inside of you
Blue.The ocean of your eyes
The windows to your Soul
Inside of me, Inside of you

Under the moon
Next to the cherry tree
Which bore the fruit
You gave to me

The warm air
Blankets me
Like I blanket you
And the green smells so sweet

As it's delicately cool

Love. Peace. Freedom. One.

One morning. That morning
1.5
Years later

It came. Time
We went
Time
Deceit


Black. The loss in your eyes. Gone
is the gold
Gone is the light
And in the darkness they fell
The soldiers are dead
It got you
It got in your head

Inside of me, inside of you
Next to the cherry tree
Where I imagine you
Blue were your eyes
Faded.

Now but a distant memory

The Magic of Freedom

I feel free. Free as the wind.

Last night, in touch with one of my angels, (my love, I thank you), we laughed as puzzle pieces landed in their rightful places. The puzzle itself is far from complete, however we two, only have a few pieces left in our individual piles. 

Speaking through something which felt outside of us, once again (as with my other angels), it was as though we were in a different realm, whereby I could see her, and everything around us, but the feeling of what was coming through our mouths was stronger than what I could see.

 Lucid dreams and parallel realities were discussed, and the instance of spirits and guardian angels who surround us.....Like the comforting spirit which sometimes comes and sits on my bed close to me, or the cold air which hovers above me as I give thanks to The Day, and everything It gave me, before I sleep.  How we not only feel energy, but see it, much like sparklers at Christmas time...

And oh, the magic..The magic of those coming, and how they are reaching out and touching us already. Not to mention, those gone, and gone with a  very Royal F.U., exhibitng a peace sign on one hand, with a middle finger on the other, plus a wink & a smile-the cleverest one of all, even whilst still "here." 

Outside of words altogther, and within this other realm, she could see my aura, with it's light blue and pink hues, and I could feel the magnet of hers, whilst seeing flashes of blue streaks around us.

It was magnificent, and "this," made even more sense. "It just does.." and we laughed even harder. 

In silence, we watched the rain sparkle ahead of us, as we stared out into the dark sky, & freedom embraced us both as our hearts touched.

In complete and utter humility, whilst I lost one precious Rose, I gained 3 more, but I thank my lucky stars for each.

Bless you all :*

-No word of a lie, this all comes from that natural high. Love & Freedom-

Peace & Love

...For The Record, just a few Random things:

I am not vegetarian
Nor Vegan
Nor Pescatarian
Nor Fruitarian
Nor Breatharian
Nor Paleotarian
Nor Zerosugaratarian
Nor Atkins, SouthBeach, Zone, or Dukanatarian
Nor Cardboardboxatarian
Nor anythingelserelatedtofoodatarian 

I eat.
I don't eat things called carbohydrates, or protein, or fat.
I just eat food
That I like
Which tastes good, & sometimes even orgasmic
And contributes to my happiness

Usually things which grew from the earth
And, or things which used to breathe
In no particular order nor consistency
In their most natural forms
Hence I love sashimi
And steak tartar
And veggies
And fruits
And bread
And bryndza (sheep cheese), especially. Though I don't descriminate against other cheeses 
Not forgetting dark chocolate, and nuts, and seeds

Sometimes cooked, sometimes raw, all jumbled up
Tra la la
With the occasional Magnum thrown in
Not the gun, the almond one

 I eat when I'm hungry, as opposed to when I should
And I don't eat breakfast
Nor lunch
Nor dinner
Nor snacks
Just food, sometimes 2, sometimes 5 times a day, or maybe more
And water, lots and lots of water, blessed, of course.
Guiness too.  I kid you not-It saved a deteriorating mans life once, and I'm sure (well I imagine, and not guess), that if his health was to deteriorate again, he would forgo all the doctors who couldn't help him last time, and drink Guinness. Again.
Bless the Guinness too.
And wine.

I don't use sun block. That's as ludicrous as water block
Though too much of anything isn't good for me, and probably you too
 Except love and laughter, there's always more to be had
And inner-peace (not peas-though I love them, but too many of them would turn me green, which I don't want to be-nothing against the Incredible Hulk nor ninja turtles, regardless as to whether they're Teenage and Mutant)

Hormones. May as well be 'mones of hor's, or "whoremoans."  
I don't care about any of them, but especially: insulin, estrogen & testosterone. Nor moobs (man-boobs). I'm happy with my own, thank you, and that's enough.
And my hips. They don't lie.

Though I shower myself with love everyday, I don't, in fact, wash my hair everyday
Maybe twice or thrice or even once. A week. Whenever need be, that is my way

I am neither fat nor thin, nor lean nor chubby. I am perfect as I am and that's why I'm so free
I don't jog.
Nor Zumba
Nor Bootcamp, per se
Nor Crossfit
Nor Strengthtrain


I no longer have a six pack
AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE. AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE.At all. 

I move. I challenge. I flow. I press. I pull. I twist. I resist. I sprint. I walk. Alot, because I love it. And I do what I love, and love what I do

Numbers: Age.Calories.Men.Weight.Fat%age.Size.Time.
Don't matter.

Age - is what it is and matters not

Calories - none of my business, [because if grandma turned out ok after all these years not knowing of their existence, (even with all the invisible friends whom she chats with daylong), they can't matter]

Men - Once you go Slovak, you never go back. And never say never.

Weight- Don't wait, stop now. At what point did a scale become so "holy"-determining moods, whole days & lives? Get off and chuck that shit scale out

Fat%age - same as calories

Size-I don't have a size. I have a style and pick garments according to it ranging from 34-42, or XS-XL, in fashion jargon...Key word being JARGON. aka: bullshit

Time: I like the way 3:33 looks, 11:11 too. Otherwise, besides scheduled meetings, it isn't of importance. To me.

I am just like you, and nothing really matters. Just Live. Just Love. and laugh, don't forget to laugh.

What's your deal...who are you?

As always, love & light :*