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.

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.

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.

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!

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.