Month: July 2010

THOUGHT #154

Aspiring to be someone, rather than anyone, leads directly (and always) to success.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 29 August, 2011

THOUGHT #152

The problem with secrets is that they are shared before ever being kept.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 29 July, 2010

THOUGHT #150

The one who retracts within, rejects without.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 29 June, 2010

THOUGHT #149

The prospect of vengeance shall forever be lined with velvet trappings, keeping one imprisoned in the back pocket of cavernous temptation.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 8 July, 2012

THOUGHT #143

One is never more alive than during death.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 July, 2012

THOUGHT #141

The rich combination of expression and potential cultivates a victorious appetite for sharing one’s significant journey toward inner abundance.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 1 September, 2011

THOUGHT #139

Be yourself, and when others fail to notice, be yourself.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 3 July, 2012

THOUGHT #138

The greedy chain themselves to a mental rod of obsession, only to starve, more completely, the pauper within.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 1 September, 2011

THOUGHT #136

The limitless freedom of forever is bound only by the heart that encloses it.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 26 June, 2010

THOUGHT #135

There’s something unique about being the same person one has always been.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 14 January, 2012

THOUGHT #120

The assumption that one needs more arises from the disbelief that one can happily expect nothing.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 September, 2011

THOUGHT #117

The weakest of the brave is a coward no more than the bravest of the weak.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 July, 2012

THOUGHT #116

Most commonly shed un-noticed are the tears contained in bubbles of silence; visually, the loudest emotion, with often the driest response.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 19 September, 2011

THOUGHT #115

Vanishing dreams are purpose-built.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 23 July, 2010

THOUGHT #114

Finality is an invalid ending: the beginning of another chance at another opportunity.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 31 July, 2012

THOUGHT #113

The vision with the greatest potential will always remain unseen by the smallest of minds.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 23 June, 2012

THOUGHT #112

The greatest treasure is the one contained inside one’s chest.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 September, 2011

THOUGHT #111

Obsession is a stalked dream, persisting only through its involuntary capture.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 September, 2011

THOUGHT #109

The grey clouds that storm one’s world become one’s world.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 22 July, 2010

THOUGHT #107

Expression nourishes – with a demand for notice and a tongue for freedom – a hunger vital to every desire; or, limp and lifeless, one might forever abstain from purpose.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 20 September, 2011

THOUGHT #101

Bizarre, the small dislikes that fuel a raging storm of realisation.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 16 July, 2010

THOUGHT #96

Careless development of one’s potential collapses even the tallest ego.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 15 July, 2010

THOUGHT #92

Avoiding the unknown nurtures the truest form of potential one may never share.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 9 January, 2012

LOVE-SICK

 

If I were a cloud
and not a white fluffy cloud
– but a dirty grey storm cloud –
I would shake my acid rain
to fall like sweat atop your skin
and burn you with the rancid drops
that swirl inside my filthy ocean

And with the might of a lion
I would roar your name
when my tempest was ripe

And when it pleased me
I would shoot arrows of light
from my electric soul
straight into your blinded
love-sick heart

Were I a cloud

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 14 July, 2010

NAKED IN NATURAL PRIMAL ORGASM

 

With raw animal love
we fucked

This wet
powerful surrender
fears enclosure

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 6 December, 2013

THOUGHT #88

Imagination is the birthplace of everything; alive with the resounding echo of all possibility.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 December, 2011

THOUGHT #87

Ignorance is a skill that one needs no education to master.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 December, 2011