Journey of a Gemini

The Journey of a Gemini

I’ve been on this journey seeking the other half of me.

My eyes have grown weary & my heart weak.

My head hung low in disappointment.

To the point I’m trying to reach, each step seems as though I’m getting further in distance.

I sit in isolation, sand storms caressing my mind, blizzards comforting my heart, and the great flood drowning my soul.

Heat stroke seemed only to be the only thing comforting me.

Until he came and sat beside me.

I felt his ear to my soul…

His thoughts beating to the rhythm of my heart.

I smile because he’s found me.

The Journey of a Gemini

I’ve sought to find the other half of me.

I am his sun.

He is my moon.

I wonder if knows he’s found me in my worst storm.

That the rain just isn’t nature’s cry for help, but my own spirits.

I want him,

I want him to understand, his smile is my sunset and his eyes are my ocean.

Understand he is my place of peace,

Someone who hears my screams and yells back to comfort me.

I run my hands through the sand, his trails and tribulations.

His breaths kindred to the night waves.

He is my reach past the stars, and the sky…with him I feel no limits.


If I am to him Queen, He is my King..

Pour out our thoughts.

Mix our Love.

And build a barricade around our sandcastle.

This is the Journey of a Gemini.

I realize what lies beyond his eyes


The difference between what lies hes been told, and what lies in his heart.

As I lie in his arms

He embraces my anticipation.

This journey reflects on my rebuilding of trust.

Does he know he is the foundation?

Everyday will be Summer time, because I will be his sun shining light on his journey as well.

This is the story of a Gemini.

I’ve found the other half of me.

He knows the other half, nobody has ever known,

He is the half of me, I’m always been afraid of showing


Somehow through this poem, my feelings for him just flow.

Massaging his doubts..

Our fingers interlock, and we’ll begin our journey together.

The only dream I look forward to, he seems to be better than reality its self.

I wonder…

Is this journey of a Gemini only a dream, because if so fuck that…I want him inside of me.

Not only thoughts, but in feelings,

not only by touch is he healing

but he comforts me, when it feels as though I am emotionless

Incapable of affection…

I feel so Emotional that I am Emotionless

I often wonder if he’s testing me…teasing me?

Love has no boundaries, I stopped to take a break…I gave up on that shit!

I look ahead, and loves found me.

Now I wonder…should I further this journey?

Mother these problems?

Become acquainted with long lost feelings?

Curse the father of my thoughts?

Pet the idea of falling in love again?

Love hurt me before, my chambers turned ice cold


My rib cage turned into jail bars.

I feel myself unable to escape.

I wonder if he knows this is me?

Am I accepted?

All I ask for is my love to be respected — and if wants to

He can grab my hand, and join me.

This is the journey of a Gemini.

I am half asleep with my eyes wide open.

I cant see him, but I hear him, and I feel our love growing closer.

He yells, “Love Stinks!

Well that love stench is me, because I’ve been traveling for to long on this damn journey.


What can I say?...It’s the Gemini in Me.


Love and Hate : Same Difference

You’re the bread winner,

How long are we going to eat bread for dinner?

You’re bringing home the bacon, but the pigs getting slimmer.

Money trees are the perfect place for shade…

You lost that seed didn’t ya?

Chop down trees for presidents.

The fact that they are dead is irrelevant.

They’re still giving life to zombies and happiness in settlements.

Call me names if you may, but its only more inspiring.

I’m a gold digger, through your eyes I’m tunneling.

Discovering a heart of gold, even the foolish know that’s heaven sent.

The thought of this often makes me relentless.

As I sit faced the vanity applying more lipstick.

I once owned a heart with a royal yellow shade.

Until I lost the first place to my love.

Only now to have been compensated and replaced with a bronze chipped hemorrhaging organ.

The sensation of love will revive my failing organs, because Gold doesn’t bend nor break.

It doesn’t fold under the pressures similar to a Diamond, but with more blood and a less cleaner slate.

Longing to feel renewed is the feeling I can’t escape.

So I ask —

“How much do you have to love love in order to hate it?

Do you have to be aware of love to know the feeling of hatred?”

A strong dislike towards the life you show you live.

I see no hues

I see no blacks, whites, brown, oranges, reds or yellows.

A fool sees green in Gold.

I see love in the energy of a being.

I’ve met people who are transparent,

They couldn’t begin to get past accepting my opacity…

In saying this,

I cannot first put my foot back to move forward.

Instead I walk in place, at a pace that is easy to catch.

I knew I hated treadmills for a reason.

I keep walking with no direction, always seemingly moving forward…like time.

Year around while the leaves fall from trees, and the snow melts, and the sun belches heat waves..

I’m awaiting love like tis’ a season.

Flavorful honey smothered chuckles to sweeten the rain.

Cloudy eyed storms that don’t take heed to damage, but at the same time force change.

Making your bread soggy and your bacon salty.

A fool sees love in money

A sucker feels love in pain.

But —

What’s the difference between rain drops and snowflakes?