Her last kiss ( A collaboration with “Steven S. Wallace”)

Thank you to my dear friend Steven S. Wallace for collaborating with me. Please head over to his blog and check him out

https://nostigmata.wordpress.com

beneath the moon in the night sky
memories of you flood my mind
taken to that place where I can
kiss you like it was my last wish 

laying on the windshield of my car
the lights of night Los Angeles 
stretching beyond discretion’s edge 
wish of the like of your last kiss

secrets of the past lay on our flesh 
the gentle breeze brings us closer
as the stars fill our empty souls 
you are the wish of my last kiss

LA is just a dream now — we
watched our city burned to ash
the cold desert night has returned
like it was — my kiss — your wish last

The real you

Life can be a dramatic show at times, a stage full of actors, pretending to be someone they aren’t. Lights, camera, action. When the curtains raise we seem to always be searching for the right mask to hide behind. A fake smile to present to the world so everyone thinks we are okay, trying to be the perfect person society wants us to be. Perfection is only an illusion that tells you you are less than. It’s the false representation of life and yourself. None of us are perfect.

You are meant to walk the path that makes you feel whole. Whatever that path is in your eyes. You don’t need permission from anyone to be your true self. Do it unapologetically. Shatter those expectations of society. Plant the seeds within yourself and watch them bloom into something that is so beautiful and has always been so beautiful. Your true authentic self.

I want the real, honest and raw YOU. The one that is perfectly imperfect. The one with scars, pain, darkness, struggles, happiness, sadness, hopes and dreams. That’s the YOU I want. The real you.

Let go and dance before the song is over.