SHARINA

"When you hesitate, you lose yourself." -ME

MY LOVE IS EXPONENTIAL
"He will comfort all her waste places; He will make her wilderness like Eden, And her desert like the garden of the LORD; Joy and gladness will be found in it, Thanksgiving and the voice of melody. " Isaiah 51
-Sharina................
I am an artist, singer, writer, observer, seeker, creator, learner, thinker, talker, listener, liver. I am motivated by truth and consumed with passion. I live to give love... . I dance for fun, have grown up doing theatre. I love to write. I love to listen. I am eager and interested in the cultures and travel of the world. I believe life to hold such boundless beauty and I want to be fearless in expressing and enveloping all aspects of it. I have chosen to live an honest life, it is the only way I feel genuine. I am whatever I choose to be and include people in my life that live by the same principle. Walk with worth. I am a real person...This means I feel. I live by my faith in love of God and life alone and am constantly learning from everything around me. I do not conform or chose to ever do so. I am unafraid to speak my mind. When I let you in, your stuck for life.I hope for those that have betrayed me in my life. I care for the human carefully. I love the human willingly. I am free in spirit and personality. I love self expression. Be real. Words are all we have so give them weight and follow through with what words you choose to say.
“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.” -Henry David Thoreau
MY POEM
I crave TRUTH.
The Divine.
Flawless.
I want this Passion to burn me; to leave me scarred.
I want to be tormented by it.
I will be stregthened by any act of destruction-limitation-bind.
I will regard each break as destiny.
I want to beckon such paradox.
I want your insides.
Not the fabricated reflection.
Not the facade.
I want the self.
Broken- pained-torn-crying out-suffering-weak.
I want it pure-intense-encompassing-raged-mysterious-powerful-compelli ng.
I want my heart given to me with justice; it beating whole.
I want only to feel it untainted by deceit.
I want to cradle your beauty.
I want to touch it in it's nakedness.
I want to be consumed with ..impetus haud nam solus ego...
This sensual love will vanquish insanity of all forms.
It will free.-ME
"Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things." -Philippians 4:8
He who knows only one religion, doesn't really know any." -Theology Professor
"Runnin all the time. Ain't going nowhere." -Tracy Chapman
"Moneys only paper. Only ink. We'll destroy ourselves if we can't agree." -Tracy Chapman
"I'm struggling with the limits of this ordinary life." -Tracy Chapman
"Don't be selfish; don't live to make a good impression on others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourself. Don't think only about your own affairs, but be interested in others, too, and what they are doing." -PHILLIPIANS 2:3-4
"If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed." -Albert Einstein
A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, of the manifestations of the profoundest reason and the most radiant beauty - it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute the truly religious attitude; in this sense, and in this alone, I am a deeply religious man." -Albert Einstein
"You try to get to me... but your gonna have to make me bleed." -Me
Some tongues cause tragedies...
Some bullets leave us with stained hands...
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Sing Often
You Rock My world
Beauty
Consider the Following Carefully
Nothing but Love

< If I were to say the word love, what would come to mind? I consider the possibilities of dreaming to be a reality. I’ll fixate my eyes on the simple elegance of the sky, the clouds as they pass by as if there is no end to the day. This- must be love. I remember a darker tasting past, but I choose to coat the sour candy with the sugar-glazed future I possess. I look at the roses in my garden each day as I water their lush; I am always transfixed at the power I hold in my hands as the water gives life. The harmony in the sun and I, to allow an entity to grow. God was a remarkable painter, sculptor, artist. He captivated my eye and I can’t possibly envision what is left in store. This- must be love. I’m prurient as to how much I can carry on my shoulders; life keeps uncovering a great deal of struggles, yet I always feel surprisingly invigorated. This- must be love. In my shower , in my room, in a crowd, I sing. This always delivers a sort of tranquility. I release every aggression, passion, frustration, emotion that I could possibly hold within until I can not breathe and my head feels as light as air. The air fills my lungs once more to release an echoing sound, it seems to carry to my destiny and I am revealed a glimpse of what is left to come. This- must be love. When I wake up in the morning and wash my face I see an authentic person of myself. I paint my face with the colors of my soul. Each person holds a different talent, positive or negative. And I enjoy observing such wonders and encompassing them, seeing how life differs but is so relatively the same. There are so many yearnings and obligations, it is exciting to see which I confuse with the other. If I were to say the word perfect, what would come to mind? I believe this world to hold no perfections, only uniqueness; no matter how many may disagree or mistakenly believe that I consider myself to hold no flaws. No one is perfect. The flaws in singularities are strange. I am eager to see a character who in my blind-full eyes possess all that is perfect. If I were to starve, and scrape, gape, and cut my pieces of flesh to push, and pull, and tear, and lift every sag and wrinkle I believe I would be halfway farther to the antithetical of perfection. No one is perfect. I believe the little girl who survived cancer and still imagines saving the world from misreckoning love is closer to perfect than I. If there were immeasurable gaps of terror filled in your fate, and you survived who would you blame for the unfortunate? I may be quick to condemn the filth of this place for not bending to my liking. But what about those whom live with nothing and hold the Bible firmly in their hands? Their faith is all they need to survive; I envy them rather than the girl with the famous name slandered on every tabloid. No one is perfect. Nevertheless what I would give to be in that position and bestowed something more than the notion that this is what life is like when you have attained success. If I were to say the word cancer, what would come to mind? I would like to consider the cancer that is growing inside of every one of us. The greed we fight of selfishness; the hate we fight as we watch a pathetic struggle of any sort. This cancer might be the most rapidly spreading disease. Can we cure this cancer? How can we sit and watch it multiply and then backtrack and then grow, and bulge, and pulsate, and then explode. I see my great friends and even enemies fight the same conflicts as I do. Playing a game of tug-a-war with evil, reveling in the hasty delight of sex, drugs and egoism. Can we cure this cancer? Can we stop with idealism and idolizing, rather invest in the search for truth and understanding. Search to find comfort in ourselves. But these people hold so much benevolence, possibly more than some others I thought I knew. The only problem is they are drowning with the rest of us, so who is left to pull us to safety? Surely not one of US. Can we cure this cancer? I can pick and choose whom I want to befriend, whom to trust and whom to love, and I can hold their heart firmly in mine, but I can not control them from doing then same. I do know we all desire similar things no matter what we confess or conceal. We can say we treat others the same as we choose to be treated; we can say we do not judge. We can say so many things without knowing the weight of what we are even saying. It is as if words have become powerless, they hold no absolute position. Can we cure this cancer? We can do things that damage, and things that cause unspeakable pain. We can hurt so easily but never be able to say “I am sorry”. We can go a lifetime living in anger over someone’s damage, prevent ourselves from ever knowing the freedoms of forgiveness. This can’t be love. But we do have the capabilities to do things that bring joy and can ultimately change a life, even a world. We do not need to fight everyday. If I were to say the word love, what would come to mind? I consider the feeling I believe resides in all of us; in each creature that breathes, and tastes, and feels, and hears, and thinks; who is compelled, who believes with conviction. No matter what the consequence, love is always persisted. No matter what is chosen to be perceived, there lies the belief, that love indeed...remains.-ME>