Eyes wide-opened by pupils dilated,
Awake dreamers realized elated,
Aphrodite in her flesh graced yonder,
Statuesquely poised, demure, pro-barer.
Facial features well-toned defies contest,
Exposure of her voluptuous breast,
Either symmetry art harmonious,
Rewards untold pleasures of blissfulness.
Graceful steps attuned moves a melody,
Vacant looks follow-through are praised worthy,
Perpetual bounce wanton opulence,
Cruel tricks bravado o'er manliness.
A simple act to impress gave measure,
Strong masculinity pain, and pleasure.
2019 October 15
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Harry was born on the 20th June 1994,
And is a wheelchair basketball player,
Who at the 2012 Paras was the barer,
Of the Paralympic Flag, he went afore.
He’s a 2.5 player and his team’s won,
Many Championships, World and Euro,
In 2011, in Nazareth with much folio,
They won the gold to themselves sun.
2013 at the European Championships,
Harry and the team won another gold,
And 2014 at the World Champs polled,
They finished in 7th place for swift hips.
2015, the European Championships,
And the GBR men’s senior team zesty,
Won another bright gold medal shiny,
With third consecutive Euro title, strips.
Rio, and GBR made the bronze match,
Where they competed against Turkey,
After normal time it was tied, a lea,
But then GBR secured a 82-76 catch.
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp barer ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Specters are crouched in the shadows of the thicket that line you path
They plot on ambushing you ,as soon as you wonder aimlessly in to the thicket
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bare ,Who illuminates your path you should travel
If you have walked in to a fog and lost your focus,
If you have walked aimlessly into the shadows the thicket
If you find your self in the clutches of the specters of the dark
Don’t be be anxious
Don’t loss hope
Humble your self and call out to your commander
He will send in his angelic army to retrieve you
To restore you back to the ranks of His army
Don’t walk around aimlessly
Don’t leave your armor on your bed chamber’s floor
Keep your eye and ears focused on Jesus
He is the lamp bear ,Who illuminates your path you should travel.
Written By Stephen J. Vattimo
Dec 3,2016
In a beautiful church holy picture stands against altar wall
The beauty of women on it can and should move the soul
It is the mother of Jesus himself who’s visage is on that wall
As a barer of son of God was her role
Yet as you look closely at the picture there is something not intended by the art
There is a scar going in direction of Mary’s heart
Will the world end when the scar reaches her heart
Or is it simply mistake made by creator of this art
How dare you say?
This will be my judgment day
Maybe I made few mistakes along the way
But it was evil done to me I would say
Through fire and rain
Through sorrow and pain
No sense to put it plain
And one’s own rightfully my soul hard to regain
On who’s side God is
It is a question not for a priest but for abyss
No one knows if there is bliss
If in heaven they will feel divine kiss
Is there something to strife immune?
Do I have to bring Rome to its true self to have it and what it would be form of its tribune?
When scar gets to Mary’s heart will Earth perish in a typhoon?
Or will it be time when I see the greatest light on the darkest side of the moon
I am a man, Aryan and true.
Persian in heart, bow at hand, I stare at the skys deep wild blue.
Child of the Sun, Hunter of the lion, king of kings, creator of freedom.
Look upon me for I am man, barer of the earth, Risen from the sand.
From a child so small ive grown and grown, taking the land of powers so bold.
Lydia,Egypt,Babylon, and more for I shall not stop until nothing but PARSA is told.
From the reigns of my horse I ride throu the land, never to stop as far as i can.
Until one so bold to even face persia, the macedonian was born.
Now I look upon ruins of my people, forever lost in the lands of Issus.
Taken from us the power of the world, Macedonia offers only but crysis.
Wanting a barbarian ideolized people, the leader so young is taken forever.
Now by there own hand they are destroyed, taking from the aryans the endeavor.
For we Achemenids will fight forever.....
It's amazing how a simple "hello" in the beginning
can turn into "love" in a confident amount of time.
Your commitment of interest impresses me and
for that my commitment to you is unquestionable.
I did not intend on fall in love with you,
but here you still are, the barer of my heart.
I've seen more than I've ever imagined a person can offer an
individual, and it's because of your doings I see love clearly.
Your more than a dream come true, more than a
wish granted, and even more than a prayer answered.
You are a special part of my life that started with a simple "hello"
and became the unquestionable love that needs no explanation.
we step into the twilight
within a hedge between
we step without a sound
upon ancient ground
a star barer burning bright
in each of us is known
we are the Hidden Children
of the sacred grove
we mumble in our sleep
drooling in a heap
dancing are our spirits free
a star barer burning bright
in each of us is known
we are the Hidden Children
of the sacred grove
the goat footed wild man
plays an endless song
we dance and stammer wildly
until our deaths we stop
a star barer burning bright
in each of us is known
we are the Hidden Children
of the sacred grove