Rusted Love and Oil

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Forgive me for my rust.

Forgive me for my aged trust.

Forgive me for my heart revolves around us.

Take me, for I am yours tonight.

Hot skin on skin, burning ecstasy building up from my core, building through, through, through… up from my sacred root, to my spine, creating and uncontrollable shiver… bursting through my crown. Release…

I feel you within me as I am within you. My aged trust, melted by the friction of endless love, lubricated from head to toe, even exchange of frequencies. Fluid as sweet as honey, endless like an eternal sea, melting the sting of ice and hate, created by winds of broken lust. Release…

Hardness into the endless silk, silk onto the soothing, soft density of a mass built by the song created from true love. Clenching of muscles, hot, and tingling, the thrill of enticement, let me into your secret chamber. The equal physical exchange of love spreading from our heads to our feet. Feverish desires met by movement, a secret tango, a gentle waltz, a spicy salsa, leading to a hot and frisky fox trot. Release…

Zest, like you have never seen before. Gentle, fast, slow, controlled… Supple sweetness, something I have never tasted before. We have become one. Addiction. I can’t get enough of you, I just want more. Don’t stop, never stop, never. Release…

Rust washed away into a brand new, shining, glistening sense of self.

Broken and aged, melded and formed into a new statue, a monument of trust.

A heart once coated with ice, melted away… I absorb the love from your sweet embrace. 

Take me, I’m yours tonight.

Take me, I’m yours forever.

I will always love you.

 

 

Soul Death Composition

Fallen_angelI have forgotten everything.

Existence itself has become ever so fickle to me.

What does this thing called existence mean?

I can’t remember anything beyond suffering.

My mind has forgotten what exists beyond the clouds.

Is there anything that exists beyond the clouds in my head?

I have forgotten what it was like to be me when I felt alive and whole.

I have been forgotten along with the many other broken souls who lie before me.

We have been left behind within the distant endless swirls of rusty grey dust and ash.

The composition of love is a complex concept for those who have sealed their hearts to avoid the cruel.

The formula of creating the death of a soul is the blackness from unforgiveness, hatred, and unrelenting malice.

Is there hope for the fallen? Is there hope for the broken? Is there hope for the lost? Is there hope for the lonely? Is there hope for the hated? Is there hope for the forgotten?

Yes.


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(NOTE: There is unity, comfort, and support that can be found by confiding in others. Don’t do this alone. You don’t have to do this alone. Help awaits no matter where you are in the world.)

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6 More Common Dream Motifs

I have more common dream motifs that I want to share, which is just an addition to the previous post. (This might become a series depending on how many motifs continue to occur in my dreams or the dreams of those involved with The Dream Gallery or #Dreamshare). Please let me know what you think of these! =)

12509805_10205938281160054_532721270981018748_n         Ocean: Ah the deep blue. What a beautiful, calming sight within a dream’s context. Regardless if the weather is stormy, calm, choppy, clouded, day, or night, its beauty never wavers. In majority of my dreams, I stand at the edge of the shore, staring at the ocean and horizon beyond. Anyway, I have learned over time that the ocean is the representation of the inner depths of our subconscious. The ocean is so deep, beautiful, mysterious… well, so is our inner selves. Who knows what is there? Only the soul does. 


Three-Part-Love          Romance: This has been a motif that has come up on and off within my dreams for many, many years now. It really doesn’t seem to matter how old I am, where I am in life, or what I have been preoccupied with, I still feel a soft, gentle, warm feeling within my body and all around me, caressing my being. Objects and people appear to me in such a loving and gentle way, as gentle as a rose. Anyway, I’m still learning about what romance within my dreams truly means. Is this appearing because I need it or want it in my life? Or is it something much deeper… perhaps the motif is reflecting an aspect of myself? Is it the representation of the love and passion I wish to express to others? 


Back-to-School        School: The grounds with which lessons, growth, aging, and maturity have appeared on and off within my dreams all my life. The daily impact of school, learning, life lessons, and growth influence my dreams. School, whether in my dream state or not has always represented a place of growth physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. The people, objects, state of school, classrooms, teachers, and grade varies based on where I am in life, especially when I am faced with a great amount of change and growth. 


131122232657-sex-couple-feet-bed-story-top         Sex: I am not at all ashamed to say that sex has been a motif that has come up in my dreams. It’s a very symbolic, spiritual, sensual, mutual, natural, and important aspect of our lives. I really doubt that it just represents the state of our libido, but that’s just me. I believe that the nature, location, energy, participants, etc in regards to the sex motif really expresses the connections and their true meaning in our life. Perhaps there is something about the aspect of the relationship(s) we have with people are something we need to pay attention to. 


20060123220519!Conch_shell_1           Shell: Pastel-sand colored conch shells, sand dollars, and or seashells have appeared in quite a few of my dreams. After so many dreams, I still wonder what this motif means. Some dream meanings show that seashells or conches are often a warning sign of something. I really do not believe or feel its a warning sign per say, but maybe more of a sign of something to acknowledge or keep in mind. Its not an object  that is ‘out of the blue’ around the ocean, so why would or could it be considered a warning? In the dreams where I do see seashells, they often nearly blend in well with the sand of the shore or with the sunrise/sunset I see beyond the ocean. 


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        Shore: For a while, I did not really understand what the shore of the ocean meant within a dream. But, from what I can recall it is the gateway, or the portal that connects the conscious and subconscious aspects of ourselves. In just about every dream I have had that involves the ocean, the shore is usually very calm, clean, and smooth. When there is much chaos in my life, then the shore tells a different story.

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