The body has been reclaimed as object.

Our hyper sexualized culture has forced women into a prison of hypocrisy for centuries. Through the fake myth of female sexual liberation through the male gaze, perpetuated by the media throughout the decades, we have forced ourselves into the gilded cage of self-objectification.

We now demand a true liberation of the body from all preconceptions founded on the duality of spiritual and physical which has plagued our culture since the dawn of time. The Female is Body; the Male is Mind. We want this binary opposition annihilated, the ultimate barrier is the hierarchisation of gender!

We are all Flesh. We are plastic material, the strength of existence the mortality of all of creation.

In our reclaiming of the pure form of flesh, all distinctions of gender and race are destroyed. We believe in the aspiration for ultimate equality in our original essence, immune from the socialized conventions of our minds.

We believe the Mind, as structured by pre-conceived notions rooted in our social being, is the greatest obstacle to the Body as pure Potential. We refuse the Body as an expression of gender defined eroticization, as imposed by our society.


It is pure pleasure of Matter, to be moulded into Form by the empowerment of the female gaze. We choose objectification as the extreme act of removal of our collective subjectivity, allowing pure body language to break through the suffocating mountains of glossy bodies built for Male ownership.

We reclaim Objectification as a means of ultimate ownership of our bodies.

To Women.



What good is for a man? Wealth, riches, freedom, women is there anything more than that even if there is it is just the fatigue of our own mind and subconscious.

There is never going to be that perfect in your life or an opportunity in your life, it’s never going to happen, you need to create that time in your life, that perfect moment.
People go to jobs they don’t want to go and they don’t want mind in doing that because they become comfortable truth is they become satisfied, jobs that are making them sick, when you have a goal that will make you get yourself out of that comfort zone, what will you do when the angel of misery visits you what will you Do?

We were born to be phenomenal and we were born to be what God has always decided us to be, and for some of us have to make those sacrifices and working for some else and make their dreams come to reality and when that happens your dreams are fulfilled, your parents are never going to understand and they are going to push you to your limits and we are going to be dragged to a grave yard where you seem so hopeless and everything seems meaningless, because it is up to us whether we give up or stand up and fight it to the ground.

Most people take their ideas to the graveyard and everyone is against you, and that’s not bad it’s beautiful, because you’re chasing your dream. Graveyard is where everyone wants to go but trust me it’s not the easiest place for everyone, that’s where ideas come and that’s where inspirations take birth, the death to oneself is the birth of a warrior.

The greatest enemy to your existence is you yourself and no enemy from the outside can harm you, you can dream and mend them the way you want them to be.
Keep up the dream and push yourself to the limits where people say your goanna die, and that’s when you’re going to Live and that’s when you’re at peace.

Your Name is what I am

Memories I have no meaning, no one ever cared no one believed In the potential that existed inside of me, for no reason it’s this fearful past that haunts me every second of the life and I have no cure to it, since when was the last time I ever cared for the things that matter the most and someone really believed in the original reality that was in my mind.

2 years that’s all I now remember and ever want to remind myself with Is you. How far I can assure you with all that is in my heart and there is nothing that I can forget every inch of these memories are the greatest achievements of my life, If I die today I won’t ever have a regret of what I have experienced yet even death hates me now because it thinks am not worthy of its lust and its desire.

Ever imagined having sex with death, I think I had and it’s not that beautiful when you dive in the middle of the ocean and then there is no one to rescue the more you let go of it the more it tempts you and its venomous temptation is out stated and no words can comparison its ……..?

The very first time my lips slipped upon her skin I felt as if the rivers of honey flowed underneath my lips as if the silk was floating in its purest. What a life it was what a moment it was.

The first time I kissed those rosy lips those lips that once sung the songs of love that were now so broken and no morning dew ever floated on them, and those dry treambling lips started to glow. That yellow dress those blue jeans those white feet with those slippers in water , even that muddy water started to become clearer when she stepped into them and that was she.

I Love You ……………………..

fold to fade

Here we are we have just begun with what was once told it only happens after when two become one, every time I see women I think what makes them so different, well is its just the ability of them to pleasure your needs, help you meet the standards of romance things you imagine they provide, maybe all men are not alike, some are different some are like lets get over with it.
Here is a story of a young boy seeking to love, to him love is different, to him love is like dreaming with open eyes, with the feeling of life in it, with every beat his heart beats he dreams of experiencing it, yet he is on a far way reaching that destination. He looks up and see the stars sparkling and on the ground he sees the grass dancing with the breeze, yet he is so metaphorical in his approach to love, its not about he finds the one who could understand what he thinks, he just wants some one to experience that love without any bondage, this craziness is so divine as he says so.
” when I am naked and am not ashamed of anything, when she is naked and she has that shyness like fear in the eyes of a gazelle, her eyes sparkle as the light of the twinkling stars, her lips when move to create words, the departing of her lips from one another there is this layer that breaks apart and hens the sound produced, and then she takes a deep breath and i could see her vocal cord slightly moving up and down like some humming bird sucking nectar from a flower, the movement of her breast as she breaths heavily, and her hands couldn’t stop reaching my chest, and move slowly up to the back of my hair, and she grabs them and pulls them with a moaning sound and comes as close as she can without fear and then kisses my lips, and she chews lips as some deer feeding on grass, such nature reflects in the beauty of her innocent love, its so crazy, its slow yet the venom is so strong that I could fee the blood flowing in my veins, and she reaches my ear lobes and slides her tongue with it, like some kub feeding on milk, its so intense, then the bodies get warmer and warmer and starts sweating and its like being in a hot shower with just the two playing the game of love, a never ending resistless game, and she gets crazier in her movements like she cant resist those eyes with so much to give, and its a breeze that starts and never ends”
how come one dream so hard, open eyes and welcome every imagination and crafting these thoughts into a frame, like sewing apples of gold on a frame of silver, embroidered with jewels.
fold to fade, yet unfolded its quiet and brutal, and never ending its not lust its love.


It was dark and silent, the face of those hills I once embraced my sadness into happiness, why today it were like they were praying for the rain to fall, like they were crying into those shattered sentences of life taking fears.

How hard it is for us to understand that we can pledge our lives with others and when others forget that there is something that we are missing and we need to understand that yet we exist. I cant express what i am going through like am some kind of tree with no voice with just a still posture the only posture I present to my seeker is only when the seasons change, only then if he is there he sees how painful and how beautiful these seasons can be, a year and only four recalls of my love express my existence to you. There was a time when I stood by you and your replies with the chattering sounds of your leaves, why then you tell me everything before even I say so, why then you speak it out when the season is far away, why do you know so much of my heart, I just stood there looking into your eyes, those harsh scars those tears those thick ones that wont melt even if the fires are melting hot. Its just your words says she that enchant me when I am desperate its your words that embrace me and make me mad in love its just you. What is it that you cant understand why are you so young why not grow up and be the guide light of my life. I am just standing there as she is just shouting at me with those words with those feelings, am feeling so small and its over my head and its nothing at all, and I stumble and fall and I am still learning to love and starting to crawl, why can I not turn away from the hills from the tree from the clouds from the valley waters, its all you its all you I see and all that I understand.

My goodness is when I ate all of my pride and died to myself, some words feel just words when I am just not being a commitment to who I am to you. I am standing there kill me with your grace and kindness and your love.

Forbidden Desire

Your lips cover me with kisses, your love is better than wine. There is a fragrance about you, the sound of your name recalls it, and no woman could keep from loving you. Take me with you, and we’ll run away. Be my queen and take me to your room. We will be happy together drink deep, and loose ourselves in love. Woman from the city of saints, I am dark but beautiful, dark as the desert tents of Kedar, but beautiful as the draperies in Solomon’s palace. Don’t look down on me because of my color, because the sun has tanned me. My friends were angry with me and made me work hard in the sun. I had no time to care for myself. Tell me my love where will you lead your heart to gaze? Where will it rest from the noonday sun? Why should I need to look for you among the gazing hearts of this world?

She says, don’t you know the place, loveliest of men? Go and follow the flock; find a place and see for me.

I sat and prepare myself, you my love, excite men as a mare excites the stallion of Pharaoh’s chariots. Your hair is beautiful upon your cheeks, and falls along your neck like jewels. But we will make for you a chain of gold with ornaments of silver.

When she sees me replies, my king was lying on his couch, and my perfume filled the air with fragrance. My lover has the scent of myrrh, as he lies upon my breasts. My lover is like the wild flower that bloom in the vineyards at Engedi.

And I with no more embraces her, how beautiful you are, my love, how your eyes shine with love.

She keeps me in her arms, my head resting upon her breasts and she gentles me with her words, how handsome you are, and my dearest; how you delight me! The green grass will be our bed; the cedars will be the beams of our house, and the cypress trees the ceiling. I am only a wild flower in Sharon, a lily in a mountain valley.

And my heart beats like the war drums raging for a battle and I say, like a lily among thorns is my darling among women.


Beautiful days only remain when hearts remain attached, how often do we experience such values, probably not much, but as wise men say there is always a possibility, and this is it.

Like every day I thought it would be the same, but why then everything seemed so beautiful the moment I was with her, this feeling of being eternal and being not alone is just without words, for not the first time but many of the first times I am without words, I mean how is it possible that I am without words, I mean am still writing but yet my thoughts are frozen not with cold but with the warmth of love. A day in a man’s life when he desires to be  loved and loved like it’s the first kiss like it’s the dream come true, like its everything like it’s just the starting of a new beginning.

The smile, teasing, laughing, making fun, running, dancing all together sounds like a fine orchestra, yet played only by two, finally I am getting my words back, it’s because only two can play this game of love.

My life is beautiful; I do not want to embrace it by claiming the most decorative love, but with the claim of being an honest one to my existence my God and my one true love.

My words oh my words, sound me with the waters of heaven, quench my thirst with your love, dream me into the valleys of kingdoms of the earth, rest my soul in the pastures of green grass. I see you in all the beauty of the Lord God, yet its love and its unconditional, I say I am in love all over again.


Why sadness overwhelms my heart with aggression I am a mad man with storming fears of not dying, why then death kisses me everyday leaving a lust inside of me to quench more of this thirst I hold inside of me. Tears flow heart rages but what is it that is holding me from not committing to what they say is sin, is it a sin to lust for eternity why so then they cry out to us. This life we have such a short time such miseries such suffering and in all that we try so hard not to feel small but this thought of being alone is over my head and I am extremely lost, what then am I up to, every second as I am stepping close to the edge I can’t take this desperation of being apart from you, love is taking a new measure a measure that is uncountable and it’s just leading me to nowhere, even though I am happy but happiness id like a blooming flower it only blooms when am with her only then am alive why then am not alive when the rising sun of my life is not close to me.

Is there something on my mind, then why am I being drowned in this ocean of tears, a bloody blessing is what the heists of this world say it is, but if it is so then why can’t I shore myself on the sunny beaches of peace and happiness. Every time I see the sun I am hopeful why then when night falls everything seems so low and life less, why am I not in my lovers arms, why is my lust for her love is raging to a point when I might crash into so much pain and misery, I am crying loud but no one is out there to hear out my cries, it’s unfair its brutal yet it is love.

I am a shepherd without a heard of sheep, who am I leading, forgotten that it’s me who is leading myself where though, yet I am in a disbelieve of my own thoughts, a vengeance against my own existence why then I am leading alone on a pathway of sand, every time I look back with a hope if my foot steps are keeping a track of how far I have walked, yet this sand is rubbing the tracks of my existence and I am left with a belief that I am alone, yet I am leading myself. What a misery what a belief, yet hard to believe its love.

Have you loved once twice or maybe more, but what is it that keeps us moving, it’s a hard question to understand and answer, there have been many that claim to answer and understand, did they really felt the blessing of being a lover, maybe yes maybe not, what is it then that drives us to do more then what we hold inside of us, I say its unconditional simply it can’t be answered why I love you so much, I just love you.

Where Thy Lovers…

As the peace of my true existence seems so silent, as it is enduring me to be in a resting place where I am never wanting to be awake, and never to be upheld by the frequent faints of the past days when there were battles fought so hard and brutal. As I am walking down the road to the stage where my head be bantered and I be a display of jokes for others to laugh at and leave their remarks on this so fabulous dying sentence, as this cold frozen night seems so long and craving I see myself dying inside and blood in my veins freezing and I can feel the clots in my finger tips, tipsy I get as it was the first time I had a glass of wine and a blend of cigarette.
as this certain thought is hovering in my head I am neither happy nor sad on this fine line where I am so blunt and without a fear, that I call this thought Untitled and I am so dancing with the moves you make when you are just another soul with the thoughts that I be so glorious and guess there is no glory without being abducted by the fact that this life is just a granted opportunity to retaliate with the one that is after life.

What good there is, only that I or we are trying to be, well dear one there is this sadness we so endure to hide, thy lover never knew what is inside of this cold heart of ours as we seek not to be sold out of our miseries and yet we claim to be the ones to profound our selves with our own delighted richness,,,

Here it is then I stand ready to be beheaded and now as I am resting my head a crowd of thousands to witness this theater of reality no loved ones to witness unknown faces making a loud noise that is so untitled where thy lovers are thy claim to be my friends my mates my everything and non is there, and then the time comes he with his strong arms holding the axe and this moment freezes and time is so silent and slow as like a mastery playing Villon with such intensity that the sharp blade when it touches my skin it is chipping through my bones and all the way making a fine cut.
blood flows onto the feet of the slayer and hens the end of the tale I so called Untitled.

Accepted the way I was…

Summer was good with all the bright rays of the sun and the days were long shorter nights where sleep was under the heaven as I kept on starring at the moon playing my guitar and singing out loud to the Lord of heavens, as If I was a lost soul craving to be in His arms resting in peace not running away but accepting the facts that we so live by as with every passing hour of our miserable lives we keen to hide our sins from mankind I oath not to do so, because when I repented I decided to make an example out of what I was and what I am going to be, because with open doors He who created the heavens accepts us as we are a boat in the open ocean.
A few days past I have’t been sleeping, awake almost all nights missing the summer skies and the stars, winter is beautiful only if you remember the summer haze and it is beautiful.
I was a sinner saved by the grace of His merciful acceptance under the heavens, every time I seek the face of sin I am reminded I am a sinner saved by His Grace, but everytime I come His mighty presence I seek acceptance with open arms why then we keen so much to hide it away from people.
God is good, our everlasting resting place is up there in heaven, then what is right and what is wrong I am still finding it, keeping me clean from the outside and living a shit inside. If this is life then the peak of my existence is going to end in a suicide and this is not me. cause I believe in a better tomorrow, and Hiding things is not me and cant do,
reader endure your self to be the source of repentance for others my sins in the past have been an example to others to bring a change and how I have been a change to myself with surely be a guide to others to change… a simple and small step I took to take a reform without shedding of blood and speaking out big proclamations of my existence and my faith. My faith lies in His mighty grace…
this is me,,, Its been quiet long that I wrote something about myself and well This is me…