Deep in your heart, kindness gently lays,
With great intelligence, you daily plays,
Your goodness beatify souls each break of day,
Many beg your wisdom for a permanent date.
Your handsomeness shines like diamonds in a bright sun,
Beautiful smiles play on your face the most pleasing sound,
You give goodness even more generously than was given to the prodigal son,
God's blessing in your life, everyday, sings the Lord a new song.
Beautiful flowers sewn by your wisdom are watered by the beauty in your words,
Your intelligence is revered even by the wisest men all over the world,
God has discarded all the sorrows in your life far away in a torrential flood,
Each day, new songs fill your mouth to praise the almighty Lord.
The testament of his goodness is there in your life for all eyes to see,
So, may your blessings even be more plentiful than the sands of the sea,
Success looks comfortable in your home since you hosted it on a royal seat,
So, may your greatness be great enough to give the mouths of your enemies a permanent seal.
Every day is different, there is something new
I grow fonder, deeper in to you
Every day is a new dawn
My heart is reborn
Every day, in every way
I need nothing more
Candles softly burning
Flames dance with each breath we take
It’s the rhythm of love surrender
It’s where strings can never break
Fruity days and juicy nights
Luscious moments never die
Sad Peccadillo drifts away
For our love is beatify
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A wounded animal retreats to the scrub,
where anything worth saving lives.
It licks wounds inflicted by a wicked, wind-whipped world.
Filled with big stone faces, unsmiling.
The wounded animal re-emerges with a perfected limp.
One eye missing, the one that viewed the cruelties.
Fur matted by fingerprints, uncaring.
Hunger and anger are its only remaining God.
In time, everything transforms.
The rotten freshens.
Eye sockets fill with colored stones.
Ugly will beatify.
The angry limp becomes an exotic floating blossom.
That only exiled Buddhas and black cherubs dare recognize.
old songs, tired poems,
languid in clotted veins,
human condition,
artistic renditions,
nose-to-tail in ruts carved deep,
of older stories,
of blood,
of heartache,
of tragic mistakes,
the greed of the caesar,
pales beside tomorrow's smirk of the mogul,
hoary stories made new with designer end paper,
and we formless ones,
spilling ink into ether,
ankle deep in the slurry,
of others,
serving wars and empire,
gimlet eyed
at those self anointed who crouch in shadows,
hawking snake oil
disguised as benevolence,
does the poet beatify ideas with the pen,
or oxidize action,
with words spent cheaply like carnival tokens,
or perhaps banked into kindling,
sparking blazes of verse,
keystroked tremors of action,
combusting we quench,
steel and ideal,
so blaze on pilgrim wordsmith,
there's mettle in words
and iron on a thousand lips…
Beatify the heart in sapphire waves...
Echoes of the piper's sweet refrain.
Amend twisting steps, wash them all away.
Canonize salted souls with angel spray.
Harpist of silver shoals stroking golden rays~
To you my Lord,
I contemplate;
I praise,
My constant Lover.
For lies `nd lines
Are but
grunts `nd groans of a creatura.
Only One
Can a muddied mind beatify,
No earthly kindred soul,
Can life justify.
And my mind, heart, n soul;
The whole of me,
Can only be and bloom
in Thee.
I’ve become so numb
Due to the mass media
The images that we see today are from our own viewing
Not knowing the effects that we show
Come old or young we are all based on the wealthy
Views the show TV … beam me up Scotty take me away
Take me to a place were TV shows us what we wanna her
But we should not endear
This is their world not our day to day
Read beatify magazines they will only make you feel ugly
Skinny the thing to be, hay American high school that’s the place to be
Give me space while I lick my face
This is ace as this has no trace
Gang hoods
They must be thieves, this is what we no
As tv showed me, just like cloth around the face told me
Run like
Cee U Next Tuesday………………….
In a bit, smoke some weed
Hay that dude must be black like 2PAC
Rap and grime their all commuting crime
It’s not true there just writing lines with rhymes
Just like me and you
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