The Origin

I'm The originator of thought my greatness is more than just a road, it is a highway , my being is more than just a existence, it is a ever driving force . I'm more than just a hidden mountain of energy, I'm calm but powerful volcanic piece of earth with pyroclastic thoughts, I'm a simple man with a complex mind, with the heart of a 20 foot soul a product of the universe of God's creation , I'm a traveler of life searching for the origins of lessons of knowledge, I am a dreamer I am the origin of my destiny  - A.M.   

Displaced

This song takes me to a whole different place and time... yea

Endless

          Our endless mind and power , the capacity that we hold is beyond sometimes on a level that we are not ready to grasp ,our habits of over analyzing situations possibilities outcomes repercussions consequences, separates our body from mind in turn unconscionably manifesting fear and doubt feeding the ever spiraling keeper of fleeing time ,Possibilities are not limited to ones experiences , virtually anything is achievable , depending on ones ability to not limit their self from perspectives that have not yet materialized within their own grounds, rather a broad spectrum state of mind will suffice through mental, spiritual and acceptance awareness , when done so using your ability to visualize mental equations come binding mind and body to realize endless calculations and excepting them to achieve infinite Possibilities. ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES -  A. M.

A vision of a near future night , in time it is still left for destiny .

The Battle For Infinite Passion (Love)

Loving and fighting are but two different words, even opposing each other’s meaning. But when those two come together as one, they become different- a rather worthwhile, wonderful thing- fighting for love. Nonetheless, we seldom perfect out battle for love. We seldom master the way we treat love. We seldom know how far we should go, or when we should already stop. We actually can never tell what’s right from wrong when we’re loving, and so we get confused on whether we should keep fighting or start moving to the opposite direction.

Fighting for love…. How is that supposed to be done? How are we to know if we are fighting for the right person? That is rather tough to know. Nevertheless, we don’t think that way when we are on the process of fighting. We ask ourselves, “How do I know she/he’s the one?”, and then find ourselves answering back, “I just know.”

Yes, that’s just it. “You just know.” Because when we love, we think of what feels right, not of what we know is righteous. We feel it in our gut that we’re doing the right thing- for the moment, for our lives, for our happiness. We fight for love because we know that winning the battle is what would make us happy. We fight for love not because we “know” it’s worth it but because we “feel” it’s worth it.

True, it is, that we must be certain that we are facing a battle for all the good reasons, for all that’s best for us, for love. But how can we know? How do we know? Love is the most wonderful yet the most difficult thing in the whole, wide world to ever define or even just recognize. Nonetheless, we go on with hurting ourselves, inflicting pain on ourselves. We invest too much with and for love because we “feel” that no matter what, it will all be worth it- because we “feel” that we love the person. Yes, we don’t know if we are in love with the person… We feel that. And sometimes, “feeling it” means more than anything else. It means more than what people would think of you. It means more than making a fool out of yourself. It means more than lying and doing all the worst things you could ever do for love. It means turning your back to everything else in the world but love because you are certain that for whomever you are fighting, may you be right or wrong, in the end, it will be your decision that will prevail among anything else. Fighting for love is a decision we make. Thus, whatever the consequences, we will have to face them… During and after the battle. It could be beautiful, it could be harsh. But in the end knowing that you gave it your all will be all that matters reguardless if you been heart broken . A.M.

Lovers At Luxemburg

The Floating Heart

Vulnerable Heart

So it seems that the silence of a open heart tends to find it's self in the dark while the loud an heartless speak over the vulnerable and tender, the vicious cycle swirls its self unforgiving destroying fresh new tender hearts cursing them with doubt and fear, witch was the innocent now unconscionable  becomes the beast devouring the  vulnerable. ........... Why is it that we as people find it so hard to love, well maybe a uncountable number of hearts have been stepped on and torn to shreds, so now this cycle repeats its self the broken become the breakers ,outcome  everyone is sooooo afraid to trust to love again, so unfortunately our cursed human nature compels us to surround ourselves with things and people that cater to our broken hearts we intoxicate our minds with the same thing that what was probably part of the source of our dis-positioned heart is where it is now. But there is hope for us because there are still light hearted souls floating around in the silenced night waiting to be shined upon, there are broken ones too not far behind waiting for someone to mend their heart and soul,  it's a war with in it's self and I'm still fighting and the only way is to do so with a open heart other wise I will continue to feed that beast that thrives on my own self hinderedence . My vulnerable heart.....  A.M.

Window To Your Soul

Through the eyes , of ones soul I found a place,....a place where my heart and mind were safe , as our windows to our soul connected ....., intertwined with passion and fire, her kiss made my blood burn and my heart play a beat of a new tune and jazzed my mind making me lose grip of time , everything she my be , my thoughts thought to me, like a fluttering butterfly she slowly drifted , until my out of my reach , the blind fold of time, the history of mine , stifled by this , restricting the path in front of he, resulting of the hearts of they, to lose it's way , lost by unsaid expressions by numbered questions , He who that holds ones key retains a memory , of a smile , a kiss , caressed thoughts and body with soft finger tips ,connecting eyes full of paralleled destiny's , passionate thoughts shared mixed with never ending desires, breath of our souls we conspired ,................ through ones eyes, through the windows to your soul , I exist  .     A.M.....            

Awesome song....