“The journey of a thousand miles doesn't begin with a single step but a revolting ambient ancient trance; and your soul has no chance to formulate the known within all touch free forms drifting islands of taste spring from your blood lips before Venus and Jupiter close in a blink.” SoulPoetryPassionSeaBrandon VillasenorLove Art Book:Prima Materia Source: Prima Materia
“Don't be surprised when you open your crying eyes to the world before our heavenly sunrise, and it closes, shines those shut lids, blinds become eclipse realms I feel overwhelmed by what a surprise the final sunset looks like deep inside your eyes closing the line between hidden and revealed in the ink dripped seal” WisdomRomancePoetryPassionNatureMusicPoemsSunrise Book:Prima Materia Source: Prima Materia
“Always let the smoke linger long enough for you to remember it's sharp perky charm in-between two set of nervous arms. Darling, I've lost underneath these sunless skies where connection hangs perfectly where your spit splits in two mid air and obsessed with death, workout after workout; eyes glued to hyper space, revealing your lace and mind altering vivid pace.” LoveMindBookSoulPoetryPassionSpaceFantasyPoemPsychic Book:Prima Materia Source: Prima Materia
“You ask me why there are so many worlds infrastructures constricting my mind choking my windpipe from sunrise toward the darkest abyss of lost hours. You ask me to never sip another drop and wish my lungs could breath freely. My infinite hues invisible, and they swell with distant tomorrows and ancient sorrow. I stand where the salty sea breaks with my sweet sense within my spine, dying from shallow poetry, demeaning music and walking strangers with little to no soul left to create finer art than our peeling skin can reveal, and ultimately transcendence bleeds into vivid streams you drink from my lower lip.” InspirationalMindBookRomancePassionTechnologySmartWomanPoemsConciousness Book:Prima Materia Source: Prima Materia
“Kiss like you never had a past.” LoveLifePastRomancePoetryQuotesPassionLiteratureSexHurtBeautyKissFreeWild Author:Brandon Villasenor
“I wonder how many women are held up in their bed waiting to be sung to, served wine too, read poetry too, kissed slowly with.” LoveRomancePoetryPassionReadingWomenWineKissSing Author:Brandon Villasenor