I believe that love is above the highest creation that we can encounter as living beings & organisms on this Universe. Whether it be Supernatural, spiritual, atypical, emotional, of the moment, sympathetic, fantasy, realistic, morbid, abstract, eccentric, religious or superficial...
There is no other emotion that translates greater than love!
-QSS
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Hallucinations
09/07/2011 11:15am
I've always saw you at the bar of my imagination.
Tending to the outgoing customers of my dreams.
Pouring shots of love into glasses covered with sugary, sweet kisses.
Dressed to impress had been the plan, displayed with full preparation.
Engaged in first sight, holding back screams.
Having visions of touch come true, defeating previous mirages.
What I feel, can now be seen.
What was dreamt, has been brought to life.
When once, closing eyes meant touching the future of a life not lived.
We surpass the goals of moments imagined to spend with each other.
A freed feeling of being high amongst the clouds of an inhaled adventure.
Trips are taken to explore the realms of a future world.
A futuristic life of 2.
Sharing the emotions of "high on life" bonds chemically fulfilled within them.
It is a Natural Love substance that intoxicates every emotion.
Holding the handcuffs with narcotics I can't claim innocence from.
There is indeed a world of the unknown.
Unaware of the power within two spirits, the dosages we intake have created a love bound spell.
Potions of an undying love forming together as one heart with timeless beats.
We are chosen, have chose the poisons that intertwine as the powerful test of ecstatic, emotional effervescence.
We engulf ourselves in our own Romeo & Juliet drug of never ending love.
Where deep passion lies within the kisses that are breathtaking.
We take each others minds & inject pieces of our souls to form the missing parts of previous life.
Preparing the weak, tingling feelings of what penetrating beyond the skin can do.
Becoming addicted to the intervention services of a hearts' truest form of dependency.
We share, life's last impressions of what futures hold,
Love............
Without rehab.
Beyond the hallucinations of the dying world.
~QSS
Thursday, July 28, 2011
The First Time
7/27/11
8:55am
Riding on the long road of anticipation.
These train tracks define minutes to hours left before I reach you.
A bumpy feeling jumps on my body,
Same as the beats in my heart.
But I am dreaming.
Floating above the Earth are the butterflies in my stomach.
This high, nostalgic presence takes me over.
A window seat passenger on the plane to your heart.
Carrying a round trip ticket of love,
Wanting a one way exchange for your heart.
Watching the big hand take charge,
The little hand falls behind every hour.
Time seems to be moving backwards & stumbling over seconds before I reach you.
This meeting is so presidential to me,
More than greeting Obama because you are my Commander in Chief.
And the National Defense of your heart resides with the Prime Minister.... Me.
A King & Queen of sorts.
We gamble with Diamonds as collateral in late night Clubs with the best Spades of the trade to win each others Hearts.
After years of greetings & salutations,
We bought our own share of Hallmark.
But finally the words on card stock could not be seen anymore.
I feel the braille on your lips & read my way to your thoughts.
The journey has stopped & my feet are touching ground.
Heart racing to the bold white line,
where 1st place is the warmth of your touch.
Daily practices of charging laps around the world,
Just to get to the biggest event of the year.
Olympics of our lives together.
Running past the byways & lanes of people following their own destinations.
I must meet my goal to reach you.
Through those exits I can finally see you.
I am stuck.
And my heart stops.
This is,
The first time.
-QSS.
8:55am
Riding on the long road of anticipation.
These train tracks define minutes to hours left before I reach you.
A bumpy feeling jumps on my body,
Same as the beats in my heart.
But I am dreaming.
Floating above the Earth are the butterflies in my stomach.
This high, nostalgic presence takes me over.
A window seat passenger on the plane to your heart.
Carrying a round trip ticket of love,
Wanting a one way exchange for your heart.
Watching the big hand take charge,
The little hand falls behind every hour.
Time seems to be moving backwards & stumbling over seconds before I reach you.
This meeting is so presidential to me,
More than greeting Obama because you are my Commander in Chief.
And the National Defense of your heart resides with the Prime Minister.... Me.
A King & Queen of sorts.
We gamble with Diamonds as collateral in late night Clubs with the best Spades of the trade to win each others Hearts.
After years of greetings & salutations,
We bought our own share of Hallmark.
But finally the words on card stock could not be seen anymore.
I feel the braille on your lips & read my way to your thoughts.
The journey has stopped & my feet are touching ground.
Heart racing to the bold white line,
where 1st place is the warmth of your touch.
Daily practices of charging laps around the world,
Just to get to the biggest event of the year.
Olympics of our lives together.
Running past the byways & lanes of people following their own destinations.
I must meet my goal to reach you.
Through those exits I can finally see you.
I am stuck.
And my heart stops.
This is,
The first time.
-QSS.
Looking At This Cloud PT. 1 & 2
6/9/11
7:35pm
Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......
6/19/11
5:40pm
Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.
~QSS.
7:35pm
Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......
6/19/11
5:40pm
Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.
~QSS.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Music to my ears
06/04/11 (1:05am)
I hear the jingle jangle of your keys at the door.
Building a sensation in my bones to move.
Running to the door with my tiptoes on, like the pitter patter of children.
Mouth inhale & exhales the wind of the outside world.
Quiet storm.
Raging inside like a lion ready to roar.
On the prowl.
I am the animal, you my prey.
Listening to the shift of the lock to be undone.
I hear you breathe.
Smooth, jazzy sounds of a saxophone that your soul brings through the hinges.
I wait, I listen, I reminisce. "On the love we had"
Opening of the door brings in outside noises of today's hip hop & rap.
The ignorant joys of today's society.
I step back, disturbed, but turn to look at your body & soul of r&b, neo-soul, jazz instruments & harmonious oldies of the 60s through 80s.
Like spoken word, your feet walking towards me relay the poetry voiced over the live band of your heart.
I hear the mellow yearning tone of piano keys playing in each blink of your eyes.
A song without words that describe what each pulsating beat of your life will deliver to me.
A deep, passionate kiss.
And that.....
Is music to my ears.
-QSS.
I hear the jingle jangle of your keys at the door.
Building a sensation in my bones to move.
Running to the door with my tiptoes on, like the pitter patter of children.
Mouth inhale & exhales the wind of the outside world.
Quiet storm.
Raging inside like a lion ready to roar.
On the prowl.
I am the animal, you my prey.
Listening to the shift of the lock to be undone.
I hear you breathe.
Smooth, jazzy sounds of a saxophone that your soul brings through the hinges.
I wait, I listen, I reminisce. "On the love we had"
Opening of the door brings in outside noises of today's hip hop & rap.
The ignorant joys of today's society.
I step back, disturbed, but turn to look at your body & soul of r&b, neo-soul, jazz instruments & harmonious oldies of the 60s through 80s.
Like spoken word, your feet walking towards me relay the poetry voiced over the live band of your heart.
I hear the mellow yearning tone of piano keys playing in each blink of your eyes.
A song without words that describe what each pulsating beat of your life will deliver to me.
A deep, passionate kiss.
And that.....
Is music to my ears.
-QSS.
Midnight Spirit
06/04/11 (1am)
Upon the stars I gaze into your heart.
A constellation of arteries that tell the stories of your soul.
Voyaging through the dark vessels of your deepest desires.
I read you.
Connecting stars as dots that pour together the blood in your veins.
Feeding into your brain that is the home of who you are.
A bomb in the night sky.
Scattering awakened eyes to meaningful dreams & empty promises across the atmosphere.
Breathing you in, I hear the songs of your existence.
Past, present & future visions read between the spaces where stars aren't aligned.
You are the spirit flute I dance to.
Over burning fire wood, I throw enchanted ash to the flames that reach your heights.
Heightened mind frames, elevated heart.
You reach back to me.
In the night.
Beyond our being.
Midnight Spirit.
-QSS.
Upon the stars I gaze into your heart.
A constellation of arteries that tell the stories of your soul.
Voyaging through the dark vessels of your deepest desires.
I read you.
Connecting stars as dots that pour together the blood in your veins.
Feeding into your brain that is the home of who you are.
A bomb in the night sky.
Scattering awakened eyes to meaningful dreams & empty promises across the atmosphere.
Breathing you in, I hear the songs of your existence.
Past, present & future visions read between the spaces where stars aren't aligned.
You are the spirit flute I dance to.
Over burning fire wood, I throw enchanted ash to the flames that reach your heights.
Heightened mind frames, elevated heart.
You reach back to me.
In the night.
Beyond our being.
Midnight Spirit.
-QSS.
No Need for High Beams
12am
This moon is the most AMAZING tonight!!!!!! Its like one of my paintings illuminated in the night sky!
Like the first street light to turn on on your block.... This is the calling.
Time to turn to your home and engage in the night time.
This night sky.
So bright and powerful!
Just like our love.
Even darkened roads don't show signs of dimming.
No need to drive with caution.
So i follow the moon to the ends of the Earth & partner with the stars.
Only to catch up to Neptune & land on his heart.
He shines, with the Moon.
No need for high beams.
-QSS
This moon is the most AMAZING tonight!!!!!! Its like one of my paintings illuminated in the night sky!
Like the first street light to turn on on your block.... This is the calling.
Time to turn to your home and engage in the night time.
This night sky.
So bright and powerful!
Just like our love.
Even darkened roads don't show signs of dimming.
No need to drive with caution.
So i follow the moon to the ends of the Earth & partner with the stars.
Only to catch up to Neptune & land on his heart.
He shines, with the Moon.
No need for high beams.
-QSS
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Here's to you!!
4/11/11
Here's to you kid!
Here's to you, embryo of the drunken mother & smoked out father.
Here's to you, seed conceived in this world left ignorant to its gifts.
Here's to you, for being birthed to begin life as a slave to Earth.
Not even born yet but just know, you will be in this struggle.
LIFE!
Here's to you, growing stronger & weaker in your survival tunnel of a bruised & beaten mother of domestic violence.
Here's to your 5 fingers & 5 toes on each hand & foot, like the older siblings not taught how to write.
Here's to your developing brain & the father who dropped out to bang in the streets & sell cocaine.
Here's to you, your eyes; may they get to see the light of day.
In the darkness of your mothers womb.
A hostage to her heart & his fist.
Here's to you, not knowing how to pray but there are angels for you.
Protecting you against your life.
Born into a world of ignorance.
Some call it hell.
So here's to you kid,
May you bring a new justice & understanding to the life that came before your time.
Before you were even born.
Cheers.
-QSS.
Here's to you kid!
Here's to you, embryo of the drunken mother & smoked out father.
Here's to you, seed conceived in this world left ignorant to its gifts.
Here's to you, for being birthed to begin life as a slave to Earth.
Not even born yet but just know, you will be in this struggle.
LIFE!
Here's to you, growing stronger & weaker in your survival tunnel of a bruised & beaten mother of domestic violence.
Here's to your 5 fingers & 5 toes on each hand & foot, like the older siblings not taught how to write.
Here's to your developing brain & the father who dropped out to bang in the streets & sell cocaine.
Here's to you, your eyes; may they get to see the light of day.
In the darkness of your mothers womb.
A hostage to her heart & his fist.
Here's to you, not knowing how to pray but there are angels for you.
Protecting you against your life.
Born into a world of ignorance.
Some call it hell.
So here's to you kid,
May you bring a new justice & understanding to the life that came before your time.
Before you were even born.
Cheers.
-QSS.
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