Natalie Imbruglia – Torn

and what is it really, when we both just feel the same, what ever our excuses would be, it ends up with 2 at both ends tor’n, missing what the truth really is, saying we know this world, good things just cant be bought at the store anymore, wrapped in white pretty boxes, and love don’t look like what did before, but some things I really know for sure, and what really matters don’t matter, because people don’t listen anymore.

no love without a trial, and no kiss without a mistake, you are who in the mirror alone, just as I am too, I know the heart is warm, that’s why I would never leave you cold, deep down the soul is noble, on the surface many choices to be made.

this life is never perfect, that’s why you were my perfect distraction, no polished surfaces here, just this honest artistry, over all faith points in direction, maybe one will see this desire down it’s strait path, maybe with all the right elements, one day this love will last.

-Me
7:10:11
10:13 AM
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R.I.P © 1987-2008, Alicia Ray All rights reserved : You will forever be missed

BST: it’s for the love…the love of whom? These dudes, these girls? This world is for the love of… For the love of money…it’s like bittersweet honey

IZ: I say Bismillah for this and that- As truly it’s a fact, some people’s…. people’s soul’s is cracked, like possessed to the bad reflex- and yep I said that… they would look in the mirror as they smoke crack- And laugh smile and clap- bounce hop to that- But the honeys sweet?….I say… Watch what ya eat…

BST: Cuz at times we can’t stomach it…it’s somethin’ like a love sickness you had enough of, inlove with disaster…you mastered the breaking of your soul…the taping of your mouth…so I doubt that you are allowed to scream past the things you were told to keep secret…this is deepest…trust me, it’s the deepest…part of you…trust me this is the heat in the heart of you

IZ: And I close my ears- Turn my headphones up- To keep my sanity and mind’s a clear- No more the fear, but I see why I ran- Stuck in the hardest thickest of sand- So I ran and ran- But still I kept my sanity still- Was it, ah, to late to build? I say, No excuses! so I get up to build…. Make up what I missed and fix what should be fixed- But home’s still there, filled with sickness, no the cure-,cuz…. The peoples the sickness, and want, they want no cure, So they lie and lie “over”…. the truth- And the negative vibe is through, and through over the roof!

BST: Logical proof of collaborating fate… and all you can do is enhance on what you do & make…logical proof of what we do is bittersweet…here’s the backing of everything that provides that heat…. fire…the peoples pure desire…it’s sweet like honey…you wanna take a bite of this true love, this pain…this ache, this vibe in our veins…louder…turn the headphones higher than the sky’s limit…gifted endless…infinite to your name…whoIzzy? He who’s never empty…tempt me…tempt he…it’s tempting

IZ: Reinventing love’s true sympathy…all the affinity- something like before-…And I end this with positive energy… The combination of symmetry-…It’s endless to me- As we try, live…then inspire…Put together our visions, hearts, passions desire- For something apparently higher- I ask you this: “Have you looked outside lately”?…As today is…This new day it is…Over The mountain we have climbed higher …And in spite of the calamities-…It’s G~d’s plan we breathe…From a seed, to our knees, then dignified we signify…To some the pursuit of happiness…and some just to make it work- The confident live as if though they know what life’s really worth.

“Izzy and Bittersweet”

July, 8-9, 2008
1987, Alicia Ray. All rights reserved.
Izzy, Copyright© 2008

Bittersweet: link: myspace.com/lovindatuhateme

Alicia Ray/Bittersweet Passed on weeks after I the this collaboration with her- A True Friend- An Extremely gifted Writer- I always told her she was a female version of 2 Pac- She brought the best out of me in this collaboration and my game will be stepped up from this day forward. These details were added 8/12/08 to show respects after this blog has already been posted- Please give a prayer

“Mate and Souls” My partner-as the flowers bloom- the times melt the ice-pedals fall in many colors- eyes go into each other- I see you- seen so many times- wanting it’s real presence- missing what’s even a thing so simple as a voice- from you, it’s you- intertwined liked presences, with mine in my presence- an aid of what is needed- gift of what’s must, as wants become!- forever an Evolution of us- the mixing of us- souls meeting souls the delight- understanding what perfection is- feelings what feelings should be- in their place fount this tent I called home- as in my journal, I said: ” home is where the soul feels free”-cosmic placement complementation- categorized in the form of, “I pray for this”…- and then You-our birth- two like one, it is us- with souls and mate

By: Izzy
2:54pm
2/2/08

Copyright©2008

It’s the pages that’s let go=—->

wrote on over and over

on top of the same spot.

Ripped to top and parted

to parts of the unknown

letting the pages go=—–>

Running out of space( )
Traveled flight

and none even left in the corner

-It’s the pages let go-

And what was wrote-

It was never there-

Never happened- ?

It was never a thought of it- ?

never felt- !

If you ask me.

I don’t know- ?

What was a memory …

is now paper’trashed…

on an old notepad

If you ask me…It never was

I have no idea ?

new pad out for the noted

taken

And the 28^th

Never Happened

Peace, Izzy
4:12AM
9/11/07
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Peace, Izzy

11/4/07
2:21 AM
(Loving Truth?-Loving back!-Love back Truth.)

Copyright©2007

The best of me with none of these people- I know none of you but me- Who are you beside me growing “by” my “self”- Do I have to feel it like before or have no feeling- Like acting but not living the feeling- Do the heart cry of every moment everyday…Knowing everything is not aright, while knowing everything is ok- Like in the world of billions to one and feeling alone lost because of a lost one- The heart alone but filled with many not felt- Filling and filling and filling until full- Full of what? Was it wrong to chase what was wanted and lost- Was it wrong for chasing what was lost? Afloat the spirit of living remembering the drive as the pieces let go- Drifting, drifting living what is that? Poetic literal without saying the word- I know none of you but me- This picture in my mind- Was it different- As I said, I was not there…

peace,

9:21 Am
7/24/07

Copyright©2007

“Awaited First”

Can you read the words from my lip
Reading my lips can you feel the taste
Earth felt joy of warm air and wetness
Felt the tip of shock sparks of a kiss
Static rubbed from your toes it pops
The heat rise but windows open winter
Center thoughts yesterdays awakening
Chilled by a pool of sweat accumulatin
Over powered by your inner motions
Nothings overly sexually physical visible
Just a first taste the inner most sensual kiss

Peace, Izzy

7/10/07
2:00AM

Copyright©2007

It’s like the most ambitious survive out of the struggle
And the most aggressive dominate with force
How feelings fade and love never matters for being weakness
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires
I have seen families fall for lust and selfishness
The big picture lost within desires of sin made to be pure in the mind
This being none of the Creators wills but that of human desires
I have seen the best of people fallen in a black hole of no return
The most pure pulled into spirals of hate and anger so unreal

So much lust all over the place like signs of the flesh in every picture seen
Modesty eaten away as a statement of the non beautiful eaten away
How a world takes advantage of all the weaknesses of humanity
Strokes not the best of human qualities as they prey on your soul
Lost in the dreams of success and even success a manipulated picture
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires

Yet they make these things be of such important to their lives being.
Truly from all this I have seen the most destructive enemy among us
This enemy lives in our desires and sleeps with some as with others awake
This is not to be elaborate or the best poem ever
This is to express the passions inside so dark under the veil
I have seen so much destroyed from the weakest of desires
It’s sickening beyond expressing

Until the life becomes thin and the “You” wakes up
Was it worth it all
The all of it all… was it worth it
Was it really worth it
Unbelievable the circumstances
The consciousness has trouble settling it in
Like a dream so horrible you know it’s not real so you laugh
So much must think this is that of a dream
But it’s so sad the day you don’t wake up
To find out
Only
That this…
is real.

Peace, Izzy

4:20 AM
7/7/07
Copyright©2007

Special Thanks

I just wanted to say thanks to all my readers. It’s a wonderful feeling to know some of you come home from work to read my writings and poetry. Waiting for my next post to read what I have to say. I appreciate all of the comments/messages, and it has really helped in many ways. I know so many of you read everyday and don’t post a comment, but to know you all are reading and some of you tell me, “hey man I be reading your blogs lol”. Some of you have been subscribed for years, and so many of you are new. Just wanted to say thanks, and keep reading.

Much love
-Izzy

Quest of you? Why camouflaged? Pursuing with patients taking in vibes of you- Need not be reminded it is what it is, and will be what it be while trying to be what it is-From pandering reflection discovery of new light- Thinking this is new- Not wanting to crush the strong but delicate egg- For it was a gift of divine offering- I see what I am dealing with is powerful than others- The human essence of this is beyond maybe the norm- Mind so developed and mature in ways who would know- Information flowing in such a consciousness for ages filled with the ages of truths understanding unstoppable- It is there the “best” looking in dissecting options of fermentation- Am I not the same? Walking with the emperors symbols of justice equality dragging books of knowledge holding scrolls of plans diagrams of implementation- Alchemist blood flowing flesh walking- Leader of leaders being led by the leader still leading- But she is queen growing with grace, and she has Agenda! I see invisible protecting walls- A well built fortress of surroundings made of deep cut stone, the castle was just a dress, but do not underestimate it’s illusion- Three gourds block the future empresses mind with honor and allegiance- Intimidation what? But the heart takes a small drop before demanding to enter- What of years of preparation and the two of ones know- This is not yet won nor taken- One crack of the egg and then devastation- Expanding at the same time of discovery and being the part to the sprocket living up to the part- Only strong hands can unlock this door with the rusted new key- But maybe it’s been open all this time, and no just dared to walk all the way in.

So simple?

4:24pm
5/16/07

-Izzy

Copyright©2007

It’s not how long something takes to find….It’s what’s multiplied when you open it up- It’s not how long you get to know what’s inside the book- It’s what you knows inside the book- Like the appealing nature a flowers beauty, or the taste for that something to eat your stomachs desire- Like when you know you just know- Like plans of futures blueprint laid out to figure out ones life’s equations- Like love not understood but the notion of loves emotions coming- Like he and she soul’mate from soul’mate together fighting wars struggles the pleasures in the fight- Balance, and insight with knowledge and wisdom around them victory is assured with a push. Like destiny talking with words of action to take action on the move to take next. Maybe but not maybe this is the one. Make a move, the move, as smart is you, and choices are open to take. This is it, Like future calling as present is today. Open fire so purely burning not a leaf cached flame in which way. The beauty of the union is blessed. Take the first kiss of union

9:04pm
5/14/07

Peace, Izzy

Copyright©2007

Why can’t I sleep?- Is it painful to wash my day away?- Do I morn for the next one to arise? But why do I sit as I see the sun rise? Why would I want to hold on to these days in literal solitary confinements? Why can’t I dream nights away? Or is it my determination fights my hunger for sleep? Why would I want to stay awake when days hit me like a sack of bricks, emotions pounding with minimal outlets- Holding on days…Holding On days…Why am I holding on days…. Aches and ouches of the burning eyes typing-The wont for sleep is almost completely lost as my body fights with my will- Pondering like an owl on the darkest night on the lightest day 24 of 24 of 7- Working as I would call working- Taking naps but never a full night- Is it ambition that fights my hunger to sleep? Or is it the comfort is lost as the eyes shut alone?

Peace, Izzy
2:12pm
5/6/07

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