Compromise

To be in a relationship in which you compromise a lot for the next person, and the other party doesn’t do the same, will make you feel like a sacrificial lamb. All that you do is not benefiting yourself, but pleasing the next party.

If you were to express yourself about these issues to him/her you know the responses that you will receive: “You’re always complaining”, “you’re always moaning”.

So I sit and ponder and I think, maybe there are greener pastures else where. I will be listened to else where. Someone will value my opinions, no matter how minuscule they may be, it means a lot to be heard.

But every human being has problems. So I take on my role, and I carry on being the Jesus of our relationship. Anything that will benefit you, I will do. For example; suppressing my thoughts.

Unadulterated love.

I want an unadulterated love, in which the man shouts to the roof tops about his love for me. Doesn’t hide my existence from human, animal or insect.
I want God to be irritated with him, because he wakes up everyday being thankful to God for me being in his life.

I want an unadulterated love, in which he thanks God for me entering his life. Like an overflowing cup, I am his blessing.

I want an unadulterated love, in which the man strips himself down. He no longer wears pride and secrecy. Now he adorns passion, care, honesty and protectiveness.

I want an unadulterated love, where I can cry and cry my eyes out and he will listen and advise me with wisdom only God can give.

I want an imperfect man, who isn’t stubborn to LISTEN.
Who isn’t stubborn to BETTER himself for a relationship.

I want an unadulterated love.

otoxo
otoxo:

caramelisedjupiterian:

As the universe 
expands,
so does my love 
for you.
In your eyes 
I see…
all. 

Dead stars.
Stars reborn,
and planets 
in which 
our
alien creators 
watch us.

Possibilities,
I couldn’t see.
But,
in the depths 
of your eyes 
I see…

Doors opening 
for me.
Indeed,
Man and woman 
are like 
lock and key. 
My key. 

I see…
a place 
I can 
call home.
It resides 
in the very 
depths 
of you. 
I see…
all of this 
in your eyes.
I see…
My universe.

This is amazing!!! 💕✨ caramelisedjupiterian

otoxo:

caramelisedjupiterian:

As the universe
expands,
so does my love
for you.
In your eyes
I see…
all.

Dead stars.
Stars reborn,
and planets
in which
our
alien creators
watch us.

Possibilities,
I couldn’t see.
But,
in the depths
of your eyes
I see…

Doors opening
for me.
Indeed,
Man and woman
are like
lock and key.
My key.

I see…
a place
I can
call home.
It resides
in the very
depths
of you.
I see…
all of this
in your eyes.
I see…
My universe.

This is amazing!!! 💕✨ caramelisedjupiterian

I’m not a recipient of love.

I’m still trying to understand what love is.
I don’t know what it is to truly be the recipient of love, only the giver of it.
Even then, I don’t know if I’m giving my all anyway.
I believe that the purest form of love is the love of a mother.
The love of a lover, is one I will never understand. It’s the most complex.
I’ll allow it to stay in it’s complex web, I’m not that adventurous of a person anyway.

As the universe 
expands,
so does my love 
for you.
In your eyes 
I see…
all. 

Dead stars.
Stars reborn,
and planets 
in which 
our
alien creators 
watch us.

Possibilities,
I couldn’t see.
But,
in the depths 
of your eyes 
I see…

Doors opening 
for me.
Indeed,
Man and woman 
are like 
lock and key. 
My key. 

I see…
a place 
I can 
call home.
It resides 
in the very 
depths 
of you. 
I see…
all of this 
in your eyes.
I see…
My universe.

As the universe
expands,
so does my love
for you.
In your eyes
I see…
all.

Dead stars.
Stars reborn,
and planets
in which
our
alien creators
watch us.

Possibilities,
I couldn’t see.
But,
in the depths
of your eyes
I see…

Doors opening
for me.
Indeed,
Man and woman
are like
lock and key.
My key.

I see…
a place
I can
call home.
It resides
in the very
depths
of you.
I see…
all of this
in your eyes.
I see…
My universe.

Revelations

You look
and perceive
me to be a weird
and
crazy breed.
Far from earthly.
Put upon this earth 
To let your
strongest
emotion feed me.
Let your
energies
feed me.
Fear.
Me. 


My mission
is to torment the normal
the ones
bred
from conformity.

Out of her womb
their processed minds
exit first.
Their mind isn’t theirs
even before
they enter
the 3rd dimension.
Filled with rules
and depravity.

You live
to die.
Feed
before you die.
Breed
before you die.
Watch your creations
breed
Then you die.

Focusing your energies
from within
on death.
Animal spirits within
you are not flowing.
You’re restless.

Gorged
your third eye
with your Boss’s pen.
The pen he
used to write
your death wish.

But 
upon a UFO
in the realms
of the 11th dimension
I was born.
Birthed
from the alien being
they call Grace.
I came out
kicking and screaming
with both legs. 

Ready to walk
and hunt you
methodical beings down.


Before I could even hold the gun of preternaturalness and penetrate your generic insides with the bullet 
of truth and bizarreness.


I give myself
whole heartedly
You give
with one hand
behind your back.

I am
your saviour.

Jesus too
was ostracised. 

Bow before me. 

My alien ways
are the key
to your freedom.

I will break the chains
of conformity
that adorn you.
Pollution
of your mind,
body and soul
Wake up
and smell the ectoplasm

Bow before me.

She
the queen
who wears a crown
of brown and gold
flames upon her head.

You wish me death?
You will see the
grave yourselves.


The vessels that brought this queen into existence beat their chest.

Indigenous vibrations.

A melodious
chromatic
symphony. 

A colourful
crescendo.

They are proud
beyond compare. 

She wears her crown with pride. 
Unprocessed mind. 

Unprocessed hair. 

Am I a spectacle?
My shine is too bright
that you need
your spectacles.
The conformed ones stare. 


They deem my knowledge of celestial realms weird. 

Preternatural Mona is here.

I’m here to break
your chains of normality. 

Bow down to me. 

Whose name means desire. 

Her spiritual and mental
highness will elevate you. 


Do not push
your saviour away.

The alien
her majesty
is here to stay. 

In all of her wildness

Her uncaged mind
will put fear in you. 

Her theta waves flow
even in her
conscious state. 


Fear me.

I am the truth

You prevalent,
regular,
popular,
average,
typic,
confirmative,
normal thinking
bastards.

As Jesus’s word
was written in red.
Mine shall be written
in orange.
Wild.
The colour
of evolution.
Revolution.
Revelations.

An Ode To You.

Withdraw symptoms
are causing me
to shake.
The walls
that lock out
the secular world
from my soul
reverberate.
If
I could
have
just
one more hit
of you.
peace might
follow me.

I wake up deliriously
from a nightmare.
The imaginings
of you
not with me
not by me
emotionally.
Pains me.

If you do,
Somehow
Get tired of me.

Could
I
have
just
one more
hit?
please?

I plead for your love
Even now
That it’s mine.

I’m in need
Of that sweet
and beautiful pain.


It’s a bruise
I love to play with.
And you gave it to me.
You put the chair
in my way
And made me
look
else where.

Whilst all the time
you knew
You knew
That I would bump
Into your obstacle.
And under my skin
love
Would appear.
That bump
sent me
into a state
of madness
whilst you
stood there
you smiled
you stared.
And then,
a bruise,
my love,
It appeared.

It hurts so good.
Don’t let the pain stop.
Pain stop.
Press on my wound.
Don’t let the pain stop.
Pain stop!

Make me feel the pain
So I know you’re still here
Let us sit back
and savour…
in all of this.
Yeah…

Let us sit back
and savour…
in all of this.
Yeah…
Let us sit back
and savour…
and take all of this
in.

It hurts so good.
Don’t let the pain stop.
Pain stop.
Press on my wound.
Don’t let the pain stop.
Pain stop!


But if
out of the blue
You get tired
Of inflicting
this pain
and refuse to see
the bruise you gave…

And decide
to leave
me.
Me
numb
and in
disbelief,

I ask you
For this
And only
this.
Please.
Could I…
Have
just
one more
just
one more…
hit.

Dinner and Show.

My biological drum beats
Anticipating the moment he will put mouth to mouth
and resuscitate the southern regions beneath me.

The curtains of flesh where the show really begins.
He peeks and pokes through like the impatient audience member he is.
As he takes in a deep breath and slides his tongue in slowly
He revives the lips between my thighs

He goes deeper into the sweet pinkness of me
He is salivating
I can tell by how much he drools as he eats.

As his slippery and wet tongue enters and goes beyond my honey coloured curtains
to taste my nectar
I am taken to the land of milk and honey.

I am promised a dopamine fix.
Goosebumps rise from beneath my skin.
Thickness rises from beneath his boxers.

We’re both dizzy from the scent of sex in the air
As I flood his mouth with the sweet milk of pleasure
His milk flows too
Simultaneously we flood the bed.
The connection of his lips to the lips below me
Have brought us both back to life.
Resuscitation
He feeds off of my love in order to live.

My body is the promised land.
It is filled with milk and honey.
And the curtains are open for 40 nights.