Spiritually, we are all connected to one another by cosmic threads. These threads are filled with emotions. Threads filled with love are thick and strong. Threads filled with hate are weak and easily severed. No one else seems to see them but they all seems so clear to me. I confess that 20/20 vision was not always the case for my insight. My youth painted blurry pictures like a rain drop on an eyelash. With the water mixing colors that at first, didn’t appear to be harmonious like orange and gray. Yet, in the blink of an eye, age and wisdom cleaned my lenses. Maturity helped me bring the connecting threads of all relationships sharply into focus. Some are easy to spot, like the damp leafs of fall on a rained over road. Others hide from us in plain sight, connected by threads that are as thin as the peach fuzz on your skin. Blink again and you’ll miss it, and that could be costly. For some threads act like the trip wire of a boo bee trap for lost souls. They make situations explosive and optimal for falls from grace for those who wander too close to the edge. I will not be the one who is unaware of his surroundings or unaware of the gravity of these imminent moments. Stakes are high. I am reminded nightly through the repetition of a dream. I have a vision of a woman every night since Amber’s marriage proposal. Her image comes to me late in the twilight hours in the form of a mistress, in love with the sound of her own voice. Her energy always feels like that calm before the storm, that love before the hate and that dusk before the dark. I look deep into her eyes, which are both as black as the dessert’s oil. I look at the blood red skin that covers her amazing body as well as the number 13 that is tattooed to the left of her neck. The only piece of clothing that covers her crimson flesh is my favorite button down shirt and a pair of steep stiletto shoes. She tells me that she’s the spirit of competition and her name is Rivalry. She is no demon but she looks like one, reminding me of a spider weaving silk where the breeze lies still. Like a one night stand remembered for a lifetime, we know each other by a shared memory. This memory involves rivalry carving the palm of my right hand with one of her many long black finger nails. She begins where the dark lines of love and life meet in the folds south of my fingers. Blood rises slowly through my cuts that now glow red in the shape of a five point pentagram. I felt no pain in this dream, but I felt something. It felt like one feels after hearing bad news. It made my body tense as one does in the seconds that precede a car crash. It is at that very moment that I wake from the dream, every single time. I am well aware that dreams often coincide with whatever plagues our subconscious. Like a dream about drowning may mean one is troubled about having enough time. Or a dream about flying may embody a yearning of one’s freedom. I am not well versed in the arts of dream interpretation, so I will seek help from someone who is. What I do know is this. My inner circle including myself consists of 5 people. So I’m positive the five point star represents them. What I cannot figure out is why the number 13 is on her neck. My gut tells me that each member of my circle will have to survive a rivalry with the other 4, however the math on that is 10 rivalries not 13. I will go with my gut on this one and ignore the math. “New levels new devils” as Levi would say. We all have to survive this phase of the game if we are to get to the next echelon. My countdown will begin with the number on her neck that’s associated with good luck and bad. Hopefully, when the countdown is done, my family will still have its bond intact. It seems as though our work is cut out for us. If Rivalry is true to her name then she has the power to stroke an ego with one hand and turn friends to foes with the other. Her spirit can slice through the connecting fibers of any family’s blood kin. I also know that a family that goes through such a trail may become stronger or estranged. I do not want to bid a farewell to yet another circle. It makes you harbor feelings of contempt towards each other as well as jeopardize the family’s legacy. Surviving the storm is only the half. Reconciliation afterward can be just as painful if you realize that what you have after the storm is not what it was. I don’t believe the sexy red woman named Rivalry is a demon simply because she’s not all bad. She tests us by speaking opposition with parted lips whenever people elevate while unified. For those who listen without fear, rivalry is healthy and remains one of the true ways to build character. For those who listen fearfully become easily consumed with selfish tendencies. Some argue to win instead of debating to understand. Some find themselves proven wrong or unjust but stay consumed with vanity and saving face. Some find themselves void of humility. Some are so consumed with victory they have forgotten why their war was declared. This is a shame because it’s supposed to be good now. I have captured my dream, defeated my enemies and found a goddess who want’s to marry. But all of this beautiful energy is new and untested. The odds against my success will increase proportionally to the success I try to obtain. So for my circle, my soul and the love of my life, the road ahead will be difficult to navigate…  

              Poet’s Pursuit of Pleasure

(Intimate Rivalz)
The Pentagram- symbol to earth-centered religions throughout history as well as too many contemporary pagans, it represents the feminine spirit or force, the cosmos or spiritualism Mother Earth, and a sacred space.” The five-pointed star is representative of the four primal elements (earth, air, fire and water,) and traditionally a fifth, called spirit. The circle binds them together to create life
 Levi Sinkler – Spirit; quintessential principle of conscious life; the vital rinciple in humans, animating the body or mediating between body and soul.
Anthone “Graffiti” Bleu – Fire; a purifying, masculine energy, associated with the South, and connected to strong will and energy. Fire both creates and destroys, and symbolizes the fertility of the God. Fire can heal or harm, and can bring about new life or destroy the old and worn.
Amber Love Smith – Earth; Connected to the North, Earth is considered the ultimate feminine element. The Earth is fertile and stable, associated with the Goddess.
Fierra Jackson – Water; Water is a feminine energy and highly connected with the aspects of the Goddess. Used for healing, cleansing, and purification, Water is related to the West, and associated with passion and emotion.
Tiffanie Tai – Wind; element of the East, connected to the soul and the breath of life. If you’re doing a working related to communication, wisdom or the powers of the mind, Air is the element to focus on.
 Quiet Storm.
His Story
The rain falls lightly as I park my bike near the entrance of the cemetary. I feel how tight my neck and back are while removing my damp fogged helmet. Nature seems to welcome the cleared field of the lifeless in an embrase into her belly. Maple trees tower over everything man made. There is stillness about the air that suggests the spirits are curious. The iron gates supported by stone are open but not inviting. The water from the misty rain stains every stone with running tear patterns. The clouds over head hang motionless as if they enjoy my company. I tilt my head back and face the heavens with my eyes closed for a time before starting down the widened path.
 I find myself in upstate NY headed north speeding through one quiet town after the other. Asphalt races beneath my feet, lonely and unforgiving. I greet it with a hot kiss from two rubber lips. My heart races like a plane down the runway as I explore the unfamiliar. The early morning rain failed to wash away the colors of the changing leafs of autumn  Shades of burgundy, red, and yellow combine to make a unique tone of orange. The mango colored tree tops kiss the still gray skies. Now those colors seem more harmonious than before because it surrounds me. Even the golden leafs on the gray pavement remind me of my vision. The symbol flashes again in my minds third eye as I pop the clutch and twist back the throttle  I bring the front wheel slightly off of the wet pavement as I speed ahead to resolve some unfinished business…

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