Like the warmest, most comforting cloud of a red, orange and purple sunrise that stuns thy soul; against the coldest; killing, homeless night arrives...
Upon the appointed time; the warmth of God's love...you feel warm, in every way, and upon the smileless face, arrives the Mona Lisa's sweetest, most secretive, joyful, smile.
This flame-element; eternal; undying; all powerful...
Extremities that will stretch thy imagination unto the capacities you once recognized was Love...
Is GOD
The fatherless have a Father, and the Best one at that!
All is just in the end; all is felt as a nail driven into your heart; into His as well.
Accept that...
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Even the Rain is Kind - It's NOT!
Rain=Pain; conjures; ignites all...necessary?
Heart staking Crucifixion for redemption; salvation and growth.
As without warmth and love; beat; tears; waterfalls upon thine intricate exotic features.
Supposed to?
How does a flower grow, but being beat down by the cold tears of the Most High.
They are His tears...knowing what you don't...
Only cold for His pain with flaming love for your endurance and life...
Think it don't bend and sometimes break?
Survival of the fittest?
Blossom abounds to those who endure the rain and wait for the sun to come; after the morning dew of the dying pain...
Light must come...Sonlight...
Unspoken of strength.
Otherwise, life will cease, every kind...in every way...one day.
But then again...life, equaling - love...never dies.
Even in the coldest death, comes the warmest life you'll eva know.
Heart staking Crucifixion for redemption; salvation and growth.
As without warmth and love; beat; tears; waterfalls upon thine intricate exotic features.
Supposed to?
How does a flower grow, but being beat down by the cold tears of the Most High.
They are His tears...knowing what you don't...
Only cold for His pain with flaming love for your endurance and life...
Think it don't bend and sometimes break?
Survival of the fittest?
Blossom abounds to those who endure the rain and wait for the sun to come; after the morning dew of the dying pain...
Light must come...Sonlight...
Unspoken of strength.
Otherwise, life will cease, every kind...in every way...one day.
But then again...life, equaling - love...never dies.
Even in the coldest death, comes the warmest life you'll eva know.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Imagination
The mind runs like a train in the night.
Unstoppable force; thunderstorms of thoughts, distortions and magnetism.
East to west is the extension.
Severe energy let's all in that are "ideas".
Smoke and mirrors, or truths.
Images; art; life is conjured; lofty; yet; God-lik.
Words, thoughts...
"The power of heaven and hell lies within the power of thy tongue (Love, GOD).
and...to thyself, thy mind.
Reading black and white; believe or deny, fool or Brave?
Imagination is a gift.
Use it wisely for thy benefit and that of humankind.
Childlike - remember when? For the lucky, or young at heart or mind, or the re-born :)
New; magic;
Still believe in falling stars;
Believe, no...yet wish upon; yes. This is one cubit of what imagination is...
Belief in the unbelievable.
Believe....
Unstoppable force; thunderstorms of thoughts, distortions and magnetism.
East to west is the extension.
Severe energy let's all in that are "ideas".
Smoke and mirrors, or truths.
Images; art; life is conjured; lofty; yet; God-lik.
Words, thoughts...
"The power of heaven and hell lies within the power of thy tongue (Love, GOD).
and...to thyself, thy mind.
Reading black and white; believe or deny, fool or Brave?
Imagination is a gift.
Use it wisely for thy benefit and that of humankind.
Childlike - remember when? For the lucky, or young at heart or mind, or the re-born :)
New; magic;
Still believe in falling stars;
Believe, no...yet wish upon; yes. This is one cubit of what imagination is...
Belief in the unbelievable.
Believe....
Monday, November 14, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Silence
Peace rests upon nothing. That which revives mystic visions. Those that expose the values within thine heart.
Desires; empty as a canyon, yet full as a philosophical truth.
Favor; the nothing; the quiet spot.
Alone?
No; just you and ?
The sweetest song may play in silence.
The opposite; potential madness.
Silence...Is.
Simplicity; wishes lie there.
The truth's are revealed.
Your destiny becomes apparent in the tenderest nothing where you are.
That escape; where that which has is causing cuts; is disintegrated.
Silence is priceless; and free!
Is that the same?
Desires; empty as a canyon, yet full as a philosophical truth.
Favor; the nothing; the quiet spot.
Alone?
No; just you and ?
The sweetest song may play in silence.
The opposite; potential madness.
Silence...Is.
Simplicity; wishes lie there.
The truth's are revealed.
Your destiny becomes apparent in the tenderest nothing where you are.
That escape; where that which has is causing cuts; is disintegrated.
Silence is priceless; and free!
Is that the same?
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The Powa of Love
Inside my heart; lies a soul; dandelion children blow in the winds of change inside life's breath as wishes of forever love.
Fucking extremities that will leave you clinging by a single membrane of muscle and crushed bone; repaired and strengthened by that of a split apart's brave, survivor heart.
Metamorphosis; realms of beyond comprehension of what is change???
In between worlds.
We will remain; intertwined, eternally.
Fucking extremities that will leave you clinging by a single membrane of muscle and crushed bone; repaired and strengthened by that of a split apart's brave, survivor heart.
Metamorphosis; realms of beyond comprehension of what is change???
In between worlds.
We will remain; intertwined, eternally.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Instances
What captures you? Embraces your delight or neglect?
Internal dedication, right or left, up or down, that changes you eternally.
Shock! Power that metamorphoses you. No return.
Wrinkles, droplets in the bucket of time - differences; blessing and curses; irony, life.
Seconds; elevating alterations; enduring submission to the I AM.
Tied up the THE WILL.
Force is never again as it was.
Faith is left.
Friday, July 15, 2011
Fighting
Most painful fucking expression.
Agony! God damn mercies; where art thou?
To love another so...Limitless fucking regret!
Fight it back, yeah...enuf is enuf.
Glorious resurrection of love...power to incarcerate; risk violations galore.
Fighting, fighting...always fighting.
How to love again? Hope surfaces; gasping for air...will it ever suffice?
This magic; wonder; falling star...will it crash?
Wonder of life.
What is love?
I fucking reach for the sun; it's an eclipse.
Finally, forever.
Agony! God damn mercies; where art thou?
To love another so...Limitless fucking regret!
Fight it back, yeah...enuf is enuf.
Glorious resurrection of love...power to incarcerate; risk violations galore.
Fighting, fighting...always fighting.
How to love again? Hope surfaces; gasping for air...will it ever suffice?
This magic; wonder; falling star...will it crash?
Wonder of life.
What is love?
I fucking reach for the sun; it's an eclipse.
Finally, forever.
Thine Eyes
That ferocity within thine eyes; brings me to my knees; praising the everlasting, all-giving love.
A glimpse and the wonder of thine power lies within - enough to change the world; or any situation/circumstance that haunts thine heart or lies upon thy lips.
Lightening within is as amber.
Power lies within thy gaze bringing fruition to all upon a flutter.
Moonlight...yes...that is what lies within thy soul; behind thine eyes.
an inspiration - from my heart.
Peace to you...my peace I send you.
Siempre.
A glimpse and the wonder of thine power lies within - enough to change the world; or any situation/circumstance that haunts thine heart or lies upon thy lips.
Lightening within is as amber.
Power lies within thy gaze bringing fruition to all upon a flutter.
Moonlight...yes...that is what lies within thy soul; behind thine eyes.
an inspiration - from my heart.
Peace to you...my peace I send you.
Siempre.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Life Cannot Cease - Ever
From the instant we are GOD's idea - we are bound; by a truth!
That truth may bleed, but it cannot break.
Truth is. Why would THE creator - ever;
let HIS idea; one of many; cease?
Is HIS idea; even the worst one's imagination can conjure up; ever; ever not?
GOD's idea's are a manifestation of what HE is - essence of LOVE.
Love cannot die.
That truth may bleed, but it cannot break.
Truth is. Why would THE creator - ever;
let HIS idea; one of many; cease?
Is HIS idea; even the worst one's imagination can conjure up; ever; ever not?
GOD's idea's are a manifestation of what HE is - essence of LOVE.
Love cannot die.
No Tears on My Pillow (a poem for a change)
Oh GOD, let that tear: clear as infinite, holy, most unutterable, beautiful, virginal light
fall; so painfully slow; down the crevices of my identity, tracing every peak and valley of my contours.
May it mercifully seep into every pore, muscle, sinew, vein, and drop of blood, tear and water within me.
May if feed me there forever.
Remind me...always!
fall; so painfully slow; down the crevices of my identity, tracing every peak and valley of my contours.
May it mercifully seep into every pore, muscle, sinew, vein, and drop of blood, tear and water within me.
May if feed me there forever.
Remind me...always!
Friday, June 24, 2011
What is the Spirit of a Dove, a Wild Horse?
What is the spirit of a dove, a wild horse; or any animal-living being for that matter?
It is what we all were once, the creativity, life, infinitism, love, care, thought of GOD.
Those that are, cannot be crushed, destroyed; life cannot cease; ever.
The Spirit is. Sometimes, if we ever, or have ever longed to die. What we desire is to be GOD once again; but we can't. He articulated us; whatever we are; we must own it. Survive, whatever we have to.
Is that not more than being his ideas? To become a life, a being? How blessed.
Worth fighting for.
The Spirit within you has the absolute ability to save you.
Listen to it...whispers in the night, starlight, eyes that pierce your soul - a saving touch, that one part of a flower petal where you see GOD. The color is more fierce than the rest; that fade that becomes art.
Heat; breezes, the voice of angels, flurries, floating wishes that are your all, but may or may not come true; but they are yours.
What is yours? What you own? Have purchased? Fought for? Died for? Won? Created? Dreamt? Good and bad...everything has taught you what it must. Pain, regret, scars, all have meaning, lessons; will make you what you are. GOD's idea.
Don't be afraid of them. Take them.
They are yours.
It is what we all were once, the creativity, life, infinitism, love, care, thought of GOD.
Those that are, cannot be crushed, destroyed; life cannot cease; ever.
The Spirit is. Sometimes, if we ever, or have ever longed to die. What we desire is to be GOD once again; but we can't. He articulated us; whatever we are; we must own it. Survive, whatever we have to.
Is that not more than being his ideas? To become a life, a being? How blessed.
Worth fighting for.
The Spirit within you has the absolute ability to save you.
Listen to it...whispers in the night, starlight, eyes that pierce your soul - a saving touch, that one part of a flower petal where you see GOD. The color is more fierce than the rest; that fade that becomes art.
Heat; breezes, the voice of angels, flurries, floating wishes that are your all, but may or may not come true; but they are yours.
What is yours? What you own? Have purchased? Fought for? Died for? Won? Created? Dreamt? Good and bad...everything has taught you what it must. Pain, regret, scars, all have meaning, lessons; will make you what you are. GOD's idea.
Don't be afraid of them. Take them.
They are yours.
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