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.