love on high.

its better with three

theoretically thinking, conceptually conceiving. breathing in visually stimulating ideals of the fields in which we lay. swimming in your spoken, choking on the sweetness that spills from the lips. catching drops of our souls which slip through the grips of tightly clenched fists. in all the earth's darkness we follow his light that protrudes through thick seams. reality molded and sculpted by our creators hands; depicted from his dreams. true love that never ceases, committed to one another, our lives devoted to thee. two is company, but its better with three... we < he

rmk

giving thanks;

Giving thanks and thinking about what we are thankful for should not only be done once a year on a holiday, we should practice this in our everyday lives. Thank God for your life and your blessings any and every moment possible!

a mushy gushy untitled poem

this present is a new beginning
the past i will not remember tomorrow
the love i did not know yesterday
in now the air i breathe
when there is no hate in your heart
the only think to know is love
powerful, unfailing
patient, i am waiting
for a love eternal
not chosen by my own want
but whom God will direct my heart to
faith overcomes fear
and love will see us through
to a love, unknown
my heart is yours
until we meet
not yet but soon.

rmk

Family :)

A few pictures from Saturday... We gathered to watch our cousin Pacquaio conquer once again :) LOL

early morning mind workout!

Thoughts.
Thinking.
Pondering.
Wondering.
Analyzing.
Re-analyzing.

Pondering about pondering.........

Over thinking thoughts I forgot about yesterday,
that I remembered that I forgot that now seem to be so far away....
my mind can't quite grasp them anymore.


But I have a new idea!!
Oh glory the thoughts that are racing through my mind are lining perfection.

Now,
I am mentally perplexed.
So frazzled, my mind is out of breath.


I need to stop thinking so much.


rmk

yournation

so beautiful,

soul spiritual;

habitual ray straight from the sun itself.

so bright and clear,

your presence cannot be mistaken.

taken away by the clouds that inhabit your mental skies,

floating high.

swimming in your hearts ocean,

the conqueror of its seas.

mastering your lands,

growing fruit where others would not think to plant seeds.

patient because i know your potential.

reaping what we sow

we are the consequential.



rmk<3


ps. my poems are dedicated to a love I have yet to find... one day i will :)

adventures...

PIFA 2010

a day at the marina..

loveisabattlefield.

I have declared war with your heart.

Prepared to take you over.

The consumption of every morsel of its content.

Laid out on the table.

Analyzing your mental.

Homicidal towards every molecule that intends to push me away.

Obligation to the liberty of your soul.

The conquering of the lonely lion.

Allow me to invade your being.

Loyal to your love,

even if it has yet to devote itself to me.

When I say us, I am referrring to 3.

You, your heart....

and then theres me.

blindheartsandniceguys.

You fit perfectly in all the crevices of the brokenhearted. Finishing off what other men started but departed because they didn't have the courage to put their all in. Washing away the filthy stains from the dirt where other men planted seeds, but weren't patient enough to watch them grow. and, whispering sweet nothings to a damsel in distress, dressed in black because she is in mourning. Hoarding memories deep in her subconscious that keeps trying to save the men who couldn't save her. Treating her like a queen, yet she remains suspicious because she remains unaware of her own position. Afflicted minds, hearts constricted so she refuses to let you in. So used to hurt she will not let it end, unsure of where her heart begins. Another lost romance, the story of the nice guy that never wins.

rmk