SNIPPETS OF MY VERSATILE MIND fifteen...

He never did. It was all a miss-figured truth of his mind. The electronic intimacy he shared with her made him feel true love - what a fallacy. They shared a dream and lived a lie - when the smile was nothing more than a parade of teeth. Forgetting that her presence in his life was a result of him gallivanting on the internet. How could it have been serious? It only fired up when the phone had battery - when she was online - How could it have been serious? Left in a hangdog state for believing in an electronically managed relationship. It can never spark to reality or maybe I am wrong - flirting with emotional tool boxes of the mind by punching the keyboard into her heart. Blinded to romance by the illusive images on that application that has made human beings silent figures of information - what's app - yes that's what it's called. Playing puppet with your social life and heart because of itchy fingers. Tapping buttons late at night - draining strength - aging so fast due to self-made pressure because of the waves that transmit thoughts and intents. Bubble gum relations - once you suck out the juice they're ready to be evicted from the mouth. They don't last long. Look, you have been made obdurate by willingly giving your heart in to the modern walk. The next real thing that comes will have a hard time peeling off the hardened shells that shield your heart. Who is hurt here? Who killed your reasoning emotions of love? Who made you heartless? That gadget that you are holding is the instigator of your current situation.

Vocal Versatile thoughts Intro

Well I take this opportunity to tune you into the state of my mind. Where I allow myself to rule over an egregious past of failure and lack. It's what I chose to vocalize from my mind that has shaped the surrounding environment of my existence. It's not so loud to be vocal but it's an understanding of self-standing. In these episodes of thoughts I am directing my focus on the conversations of my mind with the universe in connection with my living. I am not self-existent, I have a force of power within me. The Holy Spirit is the back bone of my inspiration. He influences the direction of my confessions. With Him I have the ability to circumnavigate human issues - and drive myself on a highway towards greatness. There is a life within the texts of my interpreted mind -  the words breathing rather panting, bubbling with power. There is a difference between bottled information and released information. It may be in a lampoon manner but is relevant on effecting change on nature. It's the aired out words of one's mind that carry metamorphic substance. Yes, that intimidating stature of nature that instills fear to utter self-elevating words will always be the roadblock of your change in destiny. I'm after that shift, that turn-around, paradigm movement - the twist in the times. And I am getting there - that one word is the bridge..