Love Notes

Committed in time my eyes graced your face, my mind raced to the past.  When we were lovers, physically separated at birth but eternally joined spiritually, intricately connected in thought. Within nanoseconds my heart felt the love I forgot I had for you, I wanted~ I desired to rekindle that knowing. I had to remember you in hopes you’d remember me too.
Quietly I sit in the moment with my eyes closed calmly inhaling and exhaling through You.  I am immersed in your being, my breath surrounds you. I wish to breathe you for all eternity. You are a supreme being; your existence gives mine a divine meaning.


Tiffany Carr

© 2011






When white turns to grey…

Experiencing moments of intimacy with your Self but in the form of someone else…woman.  She breathes the same breath as you.  Elicits you to feel as if expressing your admiration for her is taboo.  So hard to resist, you crave, your mouth waters for her kiss.  On the perch of her breast, you desire for your head to rest, for the remnants of your age.  Her mind is overflowing with dynamic beauty; you wish to articulate with her for days.  Her intellect leaves your psyche amazed. This sensation has lasted over a lifetime but yet overnight, a second from each calendar day.  In her absence her thought remains, causes your essence to vibrate.  You don’t believe in soul mates, you say. Subsiding in the depth of her substance causes you to consider another way…when the white day turns to grey she yearns to lay with you, to caress herself within you. Vehemence between the two seems surreal.  Human subsistence causes wonder, is this real. Conscious in the solar prime, dormant after sundown and before sunrise, let the dream continue and she will forever long for you.

Tiffany Carr
© 2010





 

Literary Thought Speaks...
So I was thinking...

"I believe that we were placed in this time space reality in order to serve.  I believe that we have a treasure within perfectly placed by the Divine and it is our life's purpose to find that treasure within and share it with others.  At the same time, I feel like happiness is the ultimate mission, utter and true joy in our own way.  "To thine own self be true"-I live by that.'

"I cannot afford a psychiatrist, so instead I write."


"Why are you so concerned with the frivolous activities of man? Are you seriously stuck within the illusions of these electronically driven fantasies?  Instead of striving to stay focused on creating your own reality, you continue to be swayed by these foolish mortal modalities."


"Laughter, a healing connection beyond all human understanding."


"I don't believe in diets. I feel like they stunt my nutritional creativity."


"They say we need to change. They state that we are flawed. Straight is the way, they proclaim. But who asked them in the first place? I like being
Crookedly Straight."


"Its not my fault you were lied to all of this time and when I give you some Truth, you choose to be offended. Curse the liar not me."

"The Memories of The Divine do not fade and the Thoughts of the Universe will whisper to your spirit. Close your eyes and feel the connecting breath of us all."

Tiffany Carr AKA Literary Thought
© 2010
Parallel lines

Parallel lines running together breaking the barriers of space and time 
Allowing the illusions of the world to cause us to go astray
Did we no longer desire to go each other’s way? 
Skipping to dissimilar beats and drumming drums diversely
Ignoring the magnetism
No longer remembering we were conceived in God thought as one
Through life’s trials we twist and turn, completely off the graph
Welcoming, embracing the darkness
Minutely recalling the equality we once had
In genesis we glided along side of one another
We were Light
Merged metaphysical
Time advanced, we continued to grow
If one was lacking, the other was sure to compliment
Truth in Love was shown
Misguided, bewildered, lost
No longer parallel, you and I
The outside lines crossed
Surrounded by perpendicular rays suffering heartache at a lonely cost
Nowhere near and yet so far
Parallel lines we no longer are
Corresponding lines, neither here nor there
Yearning for the symmetry we used to share... Copyright 2010 Tiffany Carr