U Deserve to B Happy

To what entitlement are we believed to become into; to  become strangers to this world...

Asked by not our taking to trust those we have no idea of?

When the trials of delusions and pain leave me; as a shaking leaf: I simply find that is feeling.

Laughter comes rarely....as if a candle lingers more still in the night to bring light to those that do go without.

Does a smile really equal happiness?  Sometimes throughout the weirdness of life I can find a moment;

that not only conjures a smile; but brings upon you laughter...

which to the new world always plays the music of the singer of laughter...

Love Moderately

The power that makes a seed grow; via  plants or children or giant trees; we are to express and desire each other "moderately"...?

Impossibilities lie within such a request as is morrow for not; or the lights that rule our world would cease.

Risks acquire within intensities as do possibilities.

Flip a coin; does gravity, the power that makes it all real control it?  If so it's hopeless to lessen.

Perhaps in there lies an irony that could change it all.

"Define Okay"....

Trouble; friends and loves spewing...always "it will be okay"....

Maybe everyone's definition of okay is different as we are all SO different.

Relativity is what makes it bearable...

What? is the what?

That your own gift to exit into what ever you need to is necessary must succeed...

That love you receive from even strangers...may just be enough to conquer your suffering...

and in your triumph a  piece of dirt will transform into a dream come true...amen

Time Turns

Handcuffed; hourglass fashions of today's; tomorrow's and every day's duties.

This vision I have of timelessness can only be owned and lived in the next world...

where there are no sands that do count the moments of our time....

Kisses, ecstasy! Remember nothing that ever cut you metaphoracally or otherwise...

Wisdom, freedom and LIFE that you can't dream of....in the sweetest dream that in your greatest moment could belong to thy heart :)

Therefore; make every moment count.

Scars

Representational of pain; actual visually of one's life's journey....sad.

Badges of honor like an officer;  or shame; or in-between; we were then as;

tokens; artifacts; rewards;  and wonders and sacrifices of glories and defeats and a  lot of almost....

Like;  a dying anything that within lingers life;

God; "There is a time to be born and a time to die; and I Will judge thee!".

The first drawing may just be the winning card in this poker game ;)

Expression Runs Deep

That flow; mark; line...the money maker!

That which make your intention IT!

Your expression comes from  everything around you and around us; within us.

Prize it!

It may be your greatest gift....

To express yourself  inspite of the "heat"...is one of the most ironic stars that shine the brightest in the darkest nights...

Last of the Innocence - Animals

Why will the delicacy of a Butterfly land not on thine eye; the window to the soul...

Loss of innocence; touch one of these flower fowl and they die from lost of artistic pigmentation.

Fragility; innocence; was lost to us; as humanity.

Four leafed clovers come upon us once in awhile; by surprise!

Meteor gifts; Christmas morning moments...

Innocence and there not; frustrate our separation; unless they are passing...or feeling empathetic; perhaps?

that's our chance to grasp any....?

Covenant tears drawn on High shower away my sins in the sign of hope.

Wish

I wish...for a spirit as iridescent as the moon's halo and holds as much power and beauty...

Impossible...lost it, already, sometimes, you should turn left when you should turn right...nothing is trivial...

God, I miss my most heavenly fragrance.

O miss like twin separated at birth it seems....fucking love?


I find a puzzle...a beautiful and sooo horridly ugly one...both happening at the same time..

To love and not acquire is obstinately the worst fortune.

To wait for some foreseen instant is like the hope I find in sunsets where I find something to live for forever, every evening at that.

Shalom.

Ice Princess

Cold glances and ice pick glares utter love's flaming hearts.

Irony; sizzling; fighting the flakes from on High to cool my delusions of must haves.

Numb now; nothing now;

Geometric shapes of yesterdays forming artistic values and hourglass timings of acceptance.

Relief that once frozen; it doesn't hurt.

Fire is all that melts ice...

I prefer the chill of reckless abandonment and searching endlessly for the first blooms of hope...

Spring must come.

Seasons pass and to every thing there is a season.

Silence Speaks Louder than Words

Sweetest orchestrate compositions lie in the the silences of stillness.

Turn off all sounds; just you and meant For.

You can learn more from listening to nothing than the obstinately "wisest"

Retain words unheard in your heart and carry them with you throughout your life in your soul...you may not be aware....but they remain and hold true, more than those your remember, memorize and preach to others.

For there you are; just your spirit and His...

Everything else...noise, media, commotion, so often and almost always get in the way...

Without these "awakenings" we forget our destiny...without ever recognizing or knowing it :)

Unaware, they are a constant guide.

Common is Common for a Meaning....

Why are these things; meaning - solidity protruding from whatever it's source may be and surround us with more abundance thought of as I, "normal", "ordinary", or boring?

Irony twists the greatest gifts or smartest and best tangibles into these commonalities.

Crows, Seagulls, Pansies, white wedding gowns and diamonds....cats and dogs as pets.

Maybe, obviously, someone is more open eyed then; well, all of us.

Granted is taken...

Until taken from, or wisdom comes with age, equal to experiences and notice ability.

Love is All That Matters

N the end...

What will one cent equate to?

Value truly lies in minuscule measurements of love; whether that b kindnesses shown to those no one else does; or, assistance's to the needy, untouchables....

Caresses, glances; a smile that may make someones bad day better.

A cloud carries rain; covers the joys n glories of the light's rays.

As do shadows that float through our daily lives...

The light feeds us, is life...though clouds are a necessity. As is seeing the world from both up and down. The whole Is...simply.

It is why all is not fair in love and war.

Love's air is all that matters, truly, millions are a measurement not without it's grand Worth...

The Lottery winners are those that have forever romantic love, that kind, that never dies. That is why we love, because we long to live forever.

However a true friend, advocate or just someone who gives a fuck is valid enuf to make it all at least Irie...

Walking a Mile...

Shoes...lives...miles of one's life's essences'; blood, tears, bruises, scars; rain drops from the covenant of God, escalating from His rainbows...

Told unto those that are Cinderella's; each to their own.

Understand; empathize?

Limits?

Comprehend your's? Exists?

As wildfire's destroy; as the world will be one day.

All that equals it out is Hope that fog rises, and alwayz will.

The Mystery of Life

In all berries lies sweetness as lambs upon still waters in no fear of being prey...

In the needle of a pine; lies the scent of a woman; or man; or anything = everything; Sirens...calling all to worship the Creator Being; the smell that fills Christmas mornings...

Rain...flight of falling leaves, elements; all bringing music, "unheard notes, thus creating songs," enchanting performances of everyday mundaneness; in which lies the power miracles that are everyday happenings become...

make mysteries music

or

mystery as music sounds

Tha Spiritual Realm

Abilities of Supernatural wonders as snowflake geometrics exist in minds of those called crazy, or genius, or "artists"...

There are facets as a crystal in so many lights; the brilliance remains; Is.

They are all blinding in light...which is Good.

Every living; observance has an essence, a worth; worth taking it's wisdom; strength, why...even power, if you can.

Possible

Power lies within a growing seed; which equals Love; which equals God; which conquers all...so Fear Not!

magic as wildest dreams do coexist in dimensions unthought of our heard of in the common man.

Sacrifice

To give something; of worth; whatever is your utmost consideration; most extravagant at best; of course, regally, for a better, higher cause.

It only conjures justice.

Triumph! Holy pain...blood, sweat and tears, emotional extravaganzas beyond comprehension, at times...

Bruises, scars...see "beyond", try and "get" that?

All for the Greater cause...

so greater, that we, as humans,  cannot simply comprehend, at all...

That is one of the greatest, in simplest of terms, compliments...we can give.

Til' Never Then...

And these are the hourglass sands of inkling times of our lives...

Measured how?

Via hours, minutes, successes, failures, or...worth?

Pain=Beauty as they say...

Beauty is becoming to those  upon whose light it beams from within.

What equals the meaning of the ending of our or your time?

Hmmm....guess that is what we are all "in" for.

I guess, when the sand runs out - never, actually equals forever or estimated destiny.

How to Photograph The Moon

You see; beyond the eye's capabilities...

Deeper, into the essence of the victim.

The elusive photograph's; wrinkles in time, try to escape; therefore capturing irony@ it's height.

To see with your heart, lungs, blood; scent...

Allure will show;

Grandly; always, always, always winning.

Dear Direction...Advice + Healing

to a dear guidance, friend and comrade...respect :P

All That Glitters Isn't Gold

Allure becomes thee...

Worth's alive in the irony of  worth's assumption.

Think: east to west; quality vs. quantity

Immortality for throwing precious gifts before swine...

So to speak; or breath; or for that matter utmost sing...

In melodies not belonging to earth's limitations lies true Gold

The kind that doesn't sell by the pound.

Is There Any Escape From The Trail of Tears...

Slip into a cave of delights;

The darkness excels the brightness of joy.

Solitude; self; it.

See through the dark; glimmers upon still waters lead to green pastures.

See them.

Spite all defiance against their lightening stances...

Stay there.

Belong to; disappear into the night; the escape.

Seperated

From your source...

You grew from a seed and an egg...leave it.

You became an orchid from dandelions with the "help of angels...."

That womb and you remain...retain it...means much.

My braveheart beats every day and remains....for every day, for every tear that has ever flowed....

My God I love Thee, and you!

Some Bonds Cannot Be Broken...

Bound in the spirit world; es therefore inseparable...

Some bonds; i.e., connections can neva b broken...

You find that something....within someone or thing you've been searching for;

That four-leafed clover; that shooting star whereupon all  of you're wildest dreams came true...

That is the one you will never let go of inside the blood that runs through your heart...

That which keeps you alive...your spirit, life, history, heritage, stories...untold of on this land.

It = life
or Love; that creates all life....

Remember You R Dust: 2 Dust U Shall Return

Have you anything; one cubit of effort; thought; love; affection; or creativity toward your own creation?

You just became....

The Most High; without any influence; Haha; made you out of "dust", basically.

However; His "dust" is magic....

It is all that equates to Love; light; waves; breezes; kisses; laughter; Hope; beauty; ethereal mysticism that saves the worlds we are in between.

So...being "dust" is not a low position being that belonging to and loved the most by The Most High; and returning to it is nothing to fear;  but something to look forward to....

The greatest adventure of all...Hold on!

Ink

The Best Is Not Alwayz Recognized As Tha Best

Who receives honor? Mention? Medals? Millions?

Those that are chosen? The best?

Gutter rat homeless poets I have met in my mind are better than the great poets published in history books, taught in college courses and their mementos sought for sight by millions in great museums.

Soo...why the chosen?

Ironic blessing? Like a flower, of a field of many colors, sizes, shapes, organized chaos es of creativity; all beautiful in their own way; picked...perhaps

for absolutely no particular reason, but one; just because...

and that is what makes it special.

Because, of it's intention to be displayed in the vase of the bride of The Most High as a token of His love.

Love Falls Where It May

The Force; that keeps and creates all life exceeds every race, age and gender...

Like a snowflake falling upon the perfect "Frosty the Snowman"...thy cry of thy desires of childhood dreams...

That perfect addition that falls and perforates,  that creates the perfect piece of art..as the perfect snowman as a child, one could hope that adulthood  perfect love could that will incorporate that :)

Cannot childhood dreams and adult inadequacies become one?

Love is love...like everything...it's shades of the most intricate, beautiful, complicated  work of art of the most unknown, unhonored artist...in this world only. Beyond, is what dreams are made of...those that smell of pastries and things you feel not guilty of :)

Disappear

Integrate into the beyond...

This world...

Fuck; when you can't do anything cuz more does more than your most...

Only God can judge you..guilty :)

Own that :)

Tattoo it, actually, haha.

Actually

You dissolve and are somehow cured...

You become something else; that with  does not hurt you anymore.

Life will never be without salty tears; I hope everybody is granted magic pardons for their bloody, dirty deeds...

My Fav Word of ThA G O D

1 Corinthians 13

 ¹ If I speak in the tongues^[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. ² If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. ³ If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,^[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.

 ⁴ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

 ⁸ Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. ⁹ For we know in part and we prophesy in part, ¹⁰ but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. ¹¹ When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. ¹² For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

 ¹³ And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

How Tunes Do Change

As seasons change, or days become the nights...

Life's melodies; fast, slow, beautiful, sad...

Soar with the winds upon the seas; recreating everyone's dailies...

To remain would mean without.

Constant is not.

Change; transformation; mutations regard the powers that be.

Cannot ignore them.

As existence remains.

Fight when you have to.

Be filled with grace always.

Love forever.

Easter

Good Friday

Light = Life

At the slightest measurement...light, glistening upon waters; mysterious clouds you find shapes in to make you smirk,

You, one day; The day, hope to share that laughter and joy with another;

warmth; sweet breezes as the essences of the worth of the finest English Roses;

Sky blue; indescribable, mysterious possibilities of limitless unthought of and all unseen.

Hang on; Hang on for one more sunset; one more nice day...technically speaking...it's a guarantee!

The natural earth and all it's magic, recognized and pronounced or not. The magic and beauty and wonder....you must OWN, are part of it. A grand part of it's beginning, middle and end. No matter how small it may seem...Everything, everybody matters.

If a Broken Heart Could Kill?

I wish a broken heart would kill...

Like a third of the stars thrown out of the heavens; crushing your life's worth.

For what?

Some extravagant delusion?

Or, rather, being gifted...in the ability to notice everything and anything about another being that would bring you  to your knees and lay down your life.

The ability to love instantly and absolutely is a gift.

May it not be in vain, by the blood of His cross.

Blessed, Good Friday. Shalom, cry.

Love is Magic

When and how does one fall?

Like a trapeze artist upon a majestic ballerina horse; creating a show worth so much of your expense.

Then the stars shoot; the sunset surprises; the ocean takes away all pains' memories.

Tricks seem to appear and disappear.

Joyful, Joyful, Alleluia.

Warrior

You can fall; and will; hard...like a fuckin' iceberg off the coldest emotional, mental and physical land.

It creates devastation.

But; it does not mean destruction as bruises and broken bones seem to appear...

It's crazy, the physical body's seeming defeat actually equals the soul's inner heart's increase in power...

Your physical vessel, it matters, of course, granted is taken, granted is given.

The heart; bravery; courage, worth...is a gift...painful, yes...you cannot have it all...not here.

That's what being  warrior; just to live is all about.

Raising the Living Dead

He raises the living dead too...

What Comes Through Your Heart

Blood; life's pulses of urges and stimulations, bravery and courage.

Pure; dark; worthy, not.

Love; mixed with blood; emotions; waterfalls of your tear's; life's pain's....memories

Joy! Resides; above all Love and life, breath.

Stop the drumbeats and therefore here art thou not.

Light the flame and you are never the same.

Feed it and enjoy life to the utmost.

Take care of the breakable; fragility within your center...

Love which keeps you.

Magic

Describe bubbles floating and bursting as dreams within life's cycles?

Describe a shooting star or rather the magic that exists in your wish upon it; dreams are made of such things.

Describe an unborn dandelion floating upon a breeze carrying all the innocence of childhood...

A play; musical performance; work of art; show...

How does one laugh or love; or heart or lungs breathe without one trying?

Is not life itself simply, partly, just magical?

Hmmm...gotta love tha Magician! :)

Life is Within a Sunset....

If you ever need something to live for; look to the sky.

Ahhh, the brilliance of hope; future; a higher power.

 beauty beyond any humanity.

See the light in the reflection of any sunset and you can hope to witness the next day's, always.

The waves; breeze; radiance; love light's every day's coming and going; it belongs to all of us.

If  nothing else; keep on for the loving experience of seeing such beauty coming and going out of every day; if not for you; for someone.

What is Light?

Benjamin Franklin?

Huh; brilliant source that renders us all comfortable.

It's brilliance you can recognize as the fire within a sunrise or sunset...

It feeds us;

Costs $.

Get shocked, ouch!

May that be one be one iota  of tha powa of God!

Light is the most beautiful thy magnification could imagine if magnified, at best!

Heavenly crystals identify one's destiny...look and you may be lucky enuf to see :)

It let's one know the Higher is right there...always watching...

Ever doubt, just turn to a light or lamp and let there be truth, I can guarantee, you will be okay...just be open to your heart

Love is Magic

Sparks fly...fireworks occur; doves are set free as the Holy Spirit  uniting our hearts one into the other.

Ever see sparks fly around another like a fantasy?

Ever touched and had their self melt into your own as butter against heat?

Hmmm.....

Magic; circus stuff, right?  Now I think this love is meant for a different realm, the places where dreams occur.

God, normal is boring and boring is normal...amen.

Journey Toward Destiny

Footprints in the sand are essential to the journey toward your end and your beginning.

Smell the air; fragrant; hold at times; just to make it.

Basking in Godliness; sometimes for pleasure.

The tiny  cures; you create for another are really what matters most.

Birdies Are the Most Free

To begin as one that can fly above all...

to soar, on wings that see all, believe all and feel all...

to be free as a bird is not just a saying or meaning...

I love to watch them fly; to experience the essence of essential freedom in nature's realm.

How I love to watch the birdies fly...

Heartless

Lack; yet earned my deepest desire.

Love...butter into crevices I knew not existed; yet not blood platelets.

The torture proceeds thee; his memory is and has the capacity to destroy me...

which is romance in the most extreme form.

I would have married him in a cardboard box with pop can rings....

I will always have that!

I'll take that, that's a huge part of whatever honor is mine!

Rare as fuck!

Sufferings

Battles lost; own...

Like the magic of Christmas!

That sometimes when you lose...you win :)

Exposures to torture isn't pleasant; unwanted.

Endurance is for the Grand.

Therefore; we are all in some way grand.

Medals belong to the earned.

Inside My Heart

Beatz my life blood.

Is it not more than fluid...? yet; history...stories, strengths unknown, spiritual essences beyond thought's comprehensions.

It is the only organ that can kill you without disease.

If feels physically with nothing scientifically wrong with it...

The most special part of one's self - to me - is the heart.

Love is at the end of my day;

I will alwayz love...

Alwayz too much :)

All Exits Are Painful

Exitz - leaving, dying.

The best of the best hurt the most...

You fight it; but in the end resides the fragrance of poetic justice and all is well with you, your soul; mind and mainly you now own peace for eternity.

Admiration is yours toward those who's pains you know not; if you did your admiration would cease.

Seek happy nights, through happy days and always believe in love and magic...after all...that is that which  has created you - equaling life...

International Auidience

Hey...just wanted to say...as much as I enjoy my Americanas, I really am thrilled that anyone from a dif country hears my  words, as I have not traveled and have much to say. My thanks.

I Have No Songs to Sing

How to exemplify joy or elation when learning to swim or walk...

When simple words, equaling conversations are much;

How do you share your praise or starbursts...

Hope rises; eventually; as smoke through fire; which is powerful.

Play with it and you will get burned; possibly destroyed...

Yet; power Is.

Sometimes you have no choice.

No more control have you than the rising or the setting of the sun over that which instances bring your way; your life.

I want my smoke to signal a fire.

God Bless U Fuckin' ALL

I'm an artist and am getting published in this book http://www.incoartists.com/

Fuck yeah!

Survival of Tha Fittest - Poker Face

No matter what poker hand in this game; joke; called "life" is handed to you;

Keep ya face!

Cuz it's a survival test!

If you slip; love; betrayal; lack of faith; evil;

Too much of too much...Is.

Wear those shades that shield your soul like armor...

Protect yourself at at all times; Million Dollar Baby!

Watch; everything unseen is lurking everywhere...

Your own heart/mind is what can be your worst enemy;

Your only recourse is to pray...always pray!

Broken Hearts

Totally loathsome; beast; not beauty...

How many times? Equals stopping the force?

Tested, burned and branded with fire; that which Hell belongs in...

Use it for something of worth?

How does a glass heart keep beating?

God; show me; speak to me, oh no, you can't....sin, that's right!

Pain in life; thought it brought beauty.

Well, I think death is beautiful....but no human is worth that, not by your hand.

I will wait, the Lord calls us when He wants.

Giving yourself entirely; for extremities beyond sanity's comprehensions....

And there's not much left, an empty shell, a skull, bones...make something useful and worthy of it Lord....

Rejecting a soldier.

Fading Memories that Equal Your Pain

The  power within the fading of the pain, within thy life - which is thy being;

They ensure thy talents rely, as dandelion children; against; what you are; orchids; of the same kin...

Bad, eventually, fades, time; Father Time.

Is thy Best Friend, I have discovered, been in that space x 3 on paper.

It is so merciful; as you sometimes receive grace as rain soars, of  a hawkeye's view of humanity, to be Christlike; to forgive;

To fly, knowing, feeling, behooving nothing...peace is yours....
 
You must see, that forgiveness not behoove the forgiven, but the one that forgives...

They are as a caged neglected bird, set free, the greatest freedom, many wars, etc....have been fought for...

It is like no other....once experienced you will not forget, the screech of your anger let go...GOD!

I will never cage a  bird again, just for metaphorical reasons...

It is letting it go...forgiveness is not for the receiver, they don't even know.

It's for you.

It's healing, somehow.

Flying above in a life you never imagined of freedom;

Forgiveness wise, metaphorically speaking is  the greatest release you will probably ever know.

It will save your soul; anger wise; let it go....as a caged bird, neglected for years.. and cry and laugh with joy upon it's release.

The Objects of My Affections - A Fantasy :)

Butterfly lashes enhances heaven's orgasm's...

Fuckin' Gangsta style and prowess;

Talents and God together; the sweet allure of a vampire; every slant, look, move, gesture es my adoration.

Church; you are lik one to me...

Perfection within thy exoticism; eroticism belongs to me...

 I am fortune!

The Holy Spirit/The Great Spirit Within Me

What am I?; but this Spirit = All.

That moves about the realms of the earth; making all work...

Holy, in His idea.

This Spirit brings life to the growth required to become what you belong to; your destiny.

I worship it.

I feel it; residing in my blood flowing through me; as stars exploding into the heavens.

Power; of lightness; of God.

He makes you all parts of Him; gifts are we all; treat each other so...

The Nothing

That space that expends and excels all time...

Where you are what you are.

nothing is upsetting, bothersome, or stressful...

Is is one within you.

Is is an escape.

In a life of sin....

Es necessito.

I find peace in a lily pad; floating;  feeding the life below.

All answers are soughtable...

Keep thinking...softly.

Love Poeme

Amore!; sweet aroma of forever...

Placid; spotted orchid as a painted war horse; fighting for the All!

Sacrifice of thy purity for the ultimate essence of gold, frankincense and myrrh.

Good; all; that is within thy beauty; soul; infuses  into ONE.

Time is all that is between us...

May the journey treat us well; as the Lord is our Father and the Blessed Virgin is our Mother.

Look Up

Light; seeping through willows of darkness' pains.

It equals hope - brings life to our eyes - the windows to the soul; why else would the moon exist?

God would not lead us through a starless, moonless night!

Ahhh, colors; the best art is not within reciprocation!

Fucking decimation lies within my mind upon a wing of a bird's fine feather; fading in the finest way; or a petal, es not within the realm of the greatest artist's re-creation!

Wind, acts as a play to God's accents, as a performance; making them sooo beautiful...daily.

Talents are God

Creative juices flow; through rivers and mountain meadow's dew;

and in our blood, as that which feeds life.

Creativity = spirit personified; expression of beauty and love;

Making something out of nothing

Perfect-less perhaps; but excessively brilliant as a ray of light in that.

What couldn't that be but the GOD.

Gifts to make this sin-filled life more beautiful.

Life is beautiful, as is His Will.

God is good. Period.

A Seeker's Answers

You can journey toward wisdom by playing witness to the simplest rhythms.

Nature...the ultimate destiny; death feeds life; is good.

This system; thoughts of nano seconds; ease pain; promote answers; lighten wisdom.

The building and cars seem to get in the way.

Although; upon a hawk eye's view; streetlights are as orbs of God, feeding the world as the neurons and  electric systems of our minds.

Therefore; the way I see it...

The earth and the world are much like the brain and the mind.

Just One of God's Tears

Most High; levelz upon infinitizm...

Love, absolute...identified.

Hmmm... experienced unlovedness?

Creator's idea's; the ultimate artist

Adore's; identifies; feels, complexitize's protectiveness; obsesses; dissolves His ownership.

Therefore;

Pain=Sin; es inevitable;

 Alone is impossible.

Examine; Notion; one, just lone tear, sympathy, or feeling your pain beyond that which even you feel, as His own.

Your Father;

Ultimate care eventually belongs to all; justice is Truth.

A salty tear conjuring from beyond your own efforts, nonexistent toward your own creation or existence= that all will at least be OK.

Faith, Hope and Love prevail. The greatest is Love. God is Love. Find Him....seek it. Seeker's are we all. Searching for the missing within us all.

Your God cries! One tear for you...an ant; and His greatest love, and you doubt?

Hmmm...contemplate.

Torture, at worst, transforms.

Don't end...and you will begin.

Why Do We Shed Tears?

The windows to the soul are the eye and they release purity of soul via pain in hope of resolution.

All feelin', intensity; glaciers crush against tha greatest sea and melt for thy soul's pain...

How? Water=Purity; fallz from thy identity; signifying thy pain.

Salty; water equally purity. Bitter virginity falls from thy grace.

Is not pain pure and bitter...

What does it equal?

Wisdom, she may teach you in 100 years the meaning of your sorrow...

-or right away...life is full of unexpectedness.

But...Grace prevails or love...similar are they, one greater than the other.

Luckily, the greatest of all does conquer ALL.

I feel; as Mother Earth feeds all with rain and makes them grow or else they will fail and cease.

Our bodies; souls; beings; are similar... alike...

Thru our tears...

Therefore; maintaining life...growth.

Release and growth es similar.

Or...the same.

Think of releasing emotion...and not suffering or dying in any way...

and the rain feeding a plant or animal....

Is it no the same in a small, exotic way?

Uh?

FINALITY!

Some of us are made special...custom; drawn by Picasso as a bee to honey.

Grace as time.

Thankful for thee; makes it fierce; so as not the definition of insanity - repetition.

Separation; waterfalls of remember me's!

New word's are the only way to define heat's, heart's, mind's, soul's, desire for forever...

Fortune; beyond the depth's of the greatest canyon; which defines GOD's power; or at least sees it.

I could never earn you enough.

Afraid of someone so true; goodness; undefined; undefiled...to me;

I whimper, yelp, cry; smile and laugh;

My life! Not situation or circumstance;

My blood, sweat, tears, breath...fluid of every kind; are yours; for eternity.

Grasping that isn't long enough for me.

One word or stroke of my dream and all is forgiven and forgotten.

Found that four-leafed clover

Sunrises and sunsets; the ocean's that have no memories of pain = renew my happiness each new day with a wink and a smile.

You keep me alive; not half-way; sick or deprived...

Every one's dream come true belongs to me...

In you.

I'm grateful for the quest that brought you to me...

Love saved me, once and for all.

Finally, truly.

I willfully belong to you and do not regret that.  I am blessed beyond all to me. That matter's the most.

Joyful light beams from destiny's prophetess.

I wait...

Faith.

Love conquers all.

I believe in Love...for the first and the last time.

Finality!

The Man in The Moon

Ever cried to despracy not known to you?

You know not the divine. Cry tears of utter despracy to the only thing that lights the night in all it's metaphoric ways; to The Man in the Moon.

If you know not God, see the higher power; at all; in that face.

It's high, it's light; and it does have a loving face.

All you have to do is look...

See, not as all men...

Desire Time Slows...

Hourglass; that I wish would end...never stop.

Paradise, extendable dreams become life.

Desires approach expectations upon destiny's faith.

God, I love, I love.

Life Finds a Way

Like a seed from God knows what; springs life.

Define it?

Something that breathes, heart that beats, brain functions...

Despite desolate or extreme blackened starless night extravaganzas...comes that which survives.

Abuse, how?

Innocence; fucking absolute childlike virginity.

Destroyed like a fucking cathedral;

worse; rape the Virgin Mary bitches!

Eventually the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost step in...

OMG, is anything simple?

One ray of likeness of a flower petal or light of the sun or the moon.

Homelessness, starvation.

What?

Why are we here?

Hope is that life is Will.

The I Will find a way.

Life is anything that exceeds what has happened to it and conquers it.

It is that which feeds on whatever it gets and keeps.