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About mindspace

I am a creative entrepreneur with tons of beautiful life experiences. I love to express and share whatever comes to mind from various perspective. I believe there is a lot to learn that has not been learnt. Life is worth living.

The preacher is a sinner

  •  I need a cloak

to hide my cock;



whose name is forbidden  

i know now who to lay

my prick just struck 

My wish: to lust on ma

As with her daughter 

Give me each day my daily prey

Forget the heaps of trespasses

I forfeit them only when they shame me

Lead me oh in temptous steps

But hide in the scriptures

The Porn under Garment

Forever is forever


IDERA© 1/4/17. 



You call out to me from nowhere somewhere deep
I see your whisper scream forth from the frame that needs you
This frame that needs you
Sits and watch you cling to others
Begging, pleading just for a touch even of the hem of IDERA.
Even of the hem
Stemming the flow of shame and pain, of poverty and hardship
Even for a night
Wishing for a life in time
You call to me each day i see this frame
A conduit for you
One to reverse the flow,transforming in life and time
I too just barely touched your hem
Barely uncrippled
Have I enough to stream the flow?
Even on an hem?

Love is …

Temi, Published.

Hey y’all! It’s almost 3 am and being a nocturnal and creative my mind works best at this time. I was just falling asleep when the idea for this post came in. I resisted the urge to be lazy and … here we are!

Read and be blessed *giggle*


Love is the steady rise of your chest as my head rests in the all too familiar crook of your neck.

Love is endless conversation, all day everyday, about the same thing.

Love is watching your soccer games, though we both know I hate sports.

Love is singing to MC Hammer on the drive home from work.

Love is wishing you were here.

Love is believing as much in me, as I do in you.

Love is ending a misunderstanding with “I miss you.”

Love is the gap in your teeth, the crease of your smile, your soft, safe hug, it’s…

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The Hollow Way

Jingling rhythm awakens me within your walls
Heart skips,misses and falls.
Each bar echoes voices of ages past and present
Each note scribbled and scratched off layers meted
A conglomerate of persons,
Dome of orderly chaos
Sanctity of senility
Narrowed to a four-legged iron slab
To run to, to cry to, to talk to
Time slows its race to find you
It paces back and forth to taunt you
Then it just stands in your face till you break
Till you account every second staked at every wake
Recounting every wake to Time.
Buried in your hollowness,
I saw the Light
I shared the Light
Dreams ‘n’ shallow visions almost became reality
But you spewed me out
As Appointed at Time of 3
Your jaws opened and I was blinded by the worlds rays
I wasn’t me walking towards home
I was hollowed and filled at the same time
Purged but belly-filled with stories of
Hopes, pains, deceit, death, joys, laughter, births, betrayal, self-pity, indulgence, regrets, resignation, bravery, murders, rape, patriotism, family, marriage, passion, sex, war, slavery, cowardice, bullying, loneliness, separation,
Of everything under the sun.
Now Time is racing again and I am forgetting
How stewed i was in your deep
How Hallowed was your hollowness
Jiggling jiggling all the way
to unfade memories

Note to Self

I love it.

and yadda yadda

So much of my life lives on paper.

In letters, in cards, on glossy, on matte.

Inside once locked hardcover journals, there are words scratched in anger, in pain, and occasionally, in ecstasy.

Inside carefully categorized photo albums, there are faces I used to recognize, love, envy.

Most of it — my life on paper — reflects only what was once the drama of my life. For this is what we photograph. Parties, graduations, weddings. And this is what we journal. Love, loss, confusion.

Drama. It’s indeed the drama that compels us to document, to reflect.

But, as I’ve discovered through digging in my cardboard boxes, there is another side to my life lived on paper.

The mundane.

Surrounded by doodles in spiral bound notebooks is the every day life I lived once, in between the drama. Errands I had to run. People I agreed to meet. Tasks I…

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Days Without Writing


Waiting Outside of Parnassus

At what point is one allowed to call oneself a writer is a question that I’ve spent far too much time contemplating. When I was younger, I would shy away from calling myself a writer because my writing wasn’t serious, wasn’t good, wasn’t published, wasn’t published in a paying magazine, and myriad of other reasons. I now say that the only thing that makes a person a writer is that they write (something I’ve heard a lot of other people say for a long time before I accepted its obvious truth). As long as I spend a good portion of my time getting words on the page, I am a writer. Maybe not a good one, a successful one or any other qualifier, but I am inarguably a writer, though there is always a little (or huge) part of me that doesn’t think I can call myself one. Part of the…

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I gave two pains:
One to myself and the other to them

I gave three pities:
One to myself, one to them and the third to the critics

I gave four grieves:
None to myself; one to them; one to the critics;
One to the believers; and the last to ‘who cares

I gave five shames:
To me,
To them,
To time,
To toil,
And to tomorrow

It’s really hard—no one understands
Another failure,
The thousandth “No”,
And it goes on and on

So, I am cutting out

Save the pains,
The pities,
The grieves,
And the shames

Forget about Love,
About Joy,
About Life
About Hope

This Time, it’s out!

To those who loved me;
To the critics who needed me;
To the believers who waited on me;
To those who hardly cared;
If only you didn’t have to toil that much!
Pardon me: I wasted your time

I can’t wait for tomorrow
No, sorry: I won’t wait for tomorrow
So I am cutting out—forever

You needn’t worry anymore
I am taking them all with me
Yes, they are right here in my hands
I am sure I packed them all
Or did I leave them behind?
I couldn’t have!

That was why I timed out in the first place

You don’t believe I am a coward
Or selfish
Or hopeless
Or faithless

Do you?

Believe me: I wanted to take them all with me,
but I ended up leaving them behind


Part two

As i walk with beauty all over me
As i strive with Beauty around me, I’m not Alone
He is right beside me, My MAN
He is my LION, and i’m his JEWEL
And together we journey along with Beauty
With Beauty we rule our kingdom
Cos He is the King
And i am… not only the Queen, but the king-maker.
He needs me, and i need him
Together we face the future with so much Beauty
In old age, still together, playing like teenagers
Ours can only be referred to as a thing of Beauty
Beauty, Beauty, Beauty
All is finished in Beauty



In beauty may I walk
All day long may I walk
Through the returning seasons may I walk
Beautiful will I possess again
Beautiful birds, joyful birds
On the trail marked with pollen may I walk
With grasshoppers about my feet may I walk
With dew about my feet may I walk
With beauty may I walk
With beauty before me may I walk
With beauty behind me may I walk
With beauty above me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
With beauty all around me may I walk
In old age wondering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk
All is finished in beauty, All is finished in beauty.


Have you ever met a guy who seemed to be “Mr. Right”, but after getting to know him better you could tell that he just didn’t feel that same level of “connection” you felt?

You were attracted to him, but he just wasn’t into you the same way you were into him?

In your mind, you could sense what a great guy he was, and that, somewhere deep inside, you both shared this strong “chemistry” that made you feel close and comfortable. But for some reason he didn’t want to truly connect with you.

Have you ever dated a great guy for a long time… I’m talking about six months, twelve months, or even longer… and it was getting to the point where you needed to have “the talk” with him. But when you tried to bring up the topic of having a relationship and making a bigger commitment, his eyes just glazed over… and then he became distant from you… and the relationship ended soon after?

You were trying to get CLOSER to him, and somehow he kept moving farther AWAY from you.

I’m guessing that when one of these things happened, your girlfriends said things like:

“He’s just a jerk, forget about him”.

Or they said: “He doesn’t see the mistake he’s making or what he’ll be missing”. But he never seemed to see these mistakes… or even miss you.

And the worst part of all: You kept thinking about it.

In fact, it really GOT TO YOU. And I’ll bet the REASON why it got to you is because you worried that it might have been something to do with YOU (and not just because he was a total jerk).

In fact, TO THIS DAY you still have the feeling that YOU may have done something wrong, and that you may have CAUSED some of the problems in the first place… and if you would have known the RIGHT thing to do, things would have turned out differently…

Unfortunately, the bad news is that you’re probably right.

Chances are you DID have something to do with it, and things probably WOULD have turned out differently if you would have known how to deal with the situation.

You COULD have done something about it… if only you had known WHAT to do…