dreaming

Forlorn. And so, he consigns himself to loving her from afar because he is HIV positive. Safe sex practices and procedures are his norms. The personal safety and well-being of others is his rule. Therefore, despite his love for her, he keeps to himself.

From a faraway place, his heart pours out for her. And so, it is that the remote is very close and the near is far away. Sadness is a joy because love is happiness even when it’s concealed. In a secret chamber, her jeweled smile is with him pushing away self-pity and despair.

From afar she is close to him, and therefore he loves her because she is. Within the dimness, there is a vision, and in the light, there is the sparkling of the darkness. And so, it is that far and near as it is combined into one. And in that one he adores her.

The creep is on the crawl, and that does not frighten him. The look is over there yet so close he can feel it. He smiles inwardly to himself as he thinks of her. He thinks of her and smiles privately to himself. The knowledge of his love is not for her. The clue of his enchantment for her is to her an unknown.

A breath away is death. A breath away is life. Paradise is a breath when he sees her. The thought of her empowers and comforts him amid whatsoever is there. There is life, and love, and darkness, and light with HIV. The rude has been put to sleep by the brightness of her adoring. The radiance of her darkness has vanquished the crude.

And so, he conceals his love for her because he is HIV positive. He is HIV positive, and so he veils his love for her. In his heart, he rejoices. In his heart he is sad. She is unaware that he is making loving to her because this is not for her to know. Her peace is in his nostrils, and her safety is in his mind.

The boat is adrift and refuses to sink but the moment will come when it slips away. Today he sees, today he sleeps, and today his love of her is whole and complete. To himself he keeps, and of her he loves, and there you have it for whatever it is worth.

How sick do some elements want to be?  When they see a black panther before their eyes, they willfully perceive it as being a white pig. To what extent are some willing to lie to themselves? When their vision of the Universe is only a product of their mind. When their reality is only an illusion that they have erroneously produced, that gives them a false sense of superiority over human beings.

How sick do some elements want to be? Why should human beings care if the choice of back-ass-wards elements of the natural is to live in a lie? A torrent of lies that are systematically falling apart at the seams, and there is nothing that they can do to prevent it from colliding with facts and reality.

Genetic anomalies have brought nothing but conflict and sorrow to the Earth and all of its many life forms. And not being satisfied with ruining the Earth, they reach for the Stars to spoil them as well. Biological deviants have transformed the Earth into a cemetery populated by the animated dead because there is no transcendent life within them, so they want to kill the people who do have life within themselves.

I saw the diadem of perfectly harmonious impeccable order on her head with the points of departures and the points of beginnings being the foundations for her feet. The pneuma emanating from her bright brown eyes melted away the light into a bountiful blackness that shines brighter than the mortal mind can conceive.

How sick do some human beings want to be as they happily wallow within the warped paradigm of the unnatural that by all accounts would be extinct had they not broken out of their ice cage and attached themselves to human beings?

Why have human beings allowed their honor and self-respect to be taken away from them by beasts? Also, why does a human being look to quirks of nature to give you what they have strategically taken away from you?

Likewise, why does a human being covet praise from biological degenerates that have no concept of what true praise is? And why does a human being find acceptance in the smile on a bastard of nature’s face that is tactfully concealing the contempt, scorn, and laughter that they have for you all the while knowing that a lie disguises itself in many forms?

I saw the apex of love and joy on his head and the steadfastness of the queen of the harmonious universe supporting his feet. The pneuma emanating from his bright brown eyes merged with her perfect unsoiled blackness and transformed the voluntary dead into self-thinking, fast-moving energies of true light and life.