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.