I learned to live unkissed
untill I was blessed being kissed.
As you first cast a slant glance
deep dense piercing my heart
I was alarmed and charmed
and got whelmed being alert !
Eternal time took momentary pause !
Seven heavens stepped in
reaching me to my desired haven.
Love was sealed
experiencing bliss of first kiss.
Buying my
anonymity
each day
is costing more
The mortgage
on new moments
signed in blood
their payment sure
In plain sight
hides my essence
for as long
as I can pay
In debted
bliss
my soul is pledged
— to go from day to day
(The New Room: August, 2026)
Copper bones clanking with the sound of screams far off.
Surrender is the only option I have.
Taking it all to Jesus I kneel and know he has me covered.
Washed in the blood of God himself I am forever joined by Yeshua.
Trusting in perfect peace I am guided by grace.
Planes continue to fly over head.
Thunder crackles through the silence.
The rain hitting the window cools down the summer heat.
I am aware of my own sense of self.
Shackled to my reality I belong as the center of my own experiences.
Echoes of consciousness felt from a first person perspective.
Aware of my limited gnosis I can only rest in my faith in Jesus.
The cool air,the chilling breeze
The cozy days,make one freeze.
The beauty of nature is on its peak
Peace fills the air,we all seek.
The transformation is so wonderful
The vibrant green leaves look so colorful.
The warm sunlight provides a golden glow
The scent of fallen leaves spread with wind blow.
It's the beauty and charm of nature
That includes the mighty and the smallest creature.
Children find this time of the year the best
They play and enjoy...no time for rest.
This is the wonder of nature in fall
That captures attention, with every call.
A season of transition, filled with hues
That mesmerizes us,with its vibrant views.
We need to feel and live the season
To be happy and cheerful, there is a reason.
It's a bliss,a blessing from God
He who is,the Almighty, the Lord...
a reality check
vibrancy
dig deeper
for peace
abundant
sweet
checkmate
amongst the cosmos
a higher bliss
you and me
this
moonlight
a subtle hum
and warm breezes
old music
and even older poems
poetry
his art
my freedom
our salvaged dreams
forming memories
they are all lost at sea
this is bliss (well.. at least.. to me..)
interconnectedness
orange pekoe tea,
crispy soft pieces of toast,
bowl of strawberries...
and your gentle, loving smile...
the thoughtfulness in your eyes
By
resting
as presence
poised in silence,
pristine awareness
thrives as a gentle hum,
bliss replete, feeling complete,
throbbing as source of love and light,
soul’s pure effulgence that has no name
birthing a tempest which mind cannot tame.
Discarding objects caged in space and time,
our Self is poised at the stillness point,
pure awareness self-referral,
eternal and unchanging,
as a pillar of light,
life unmanifest,
as the I Am
in delight,
we are
bliss.
While we're spooning under the moon,
Hotsie, your kisses make me swoon,
Planting smooches on love's face,
Old as the whole human race,
Your kisses spark my hand,
Well met upon this land,
Lip syncing me with such flair,
Love kissing Mr. Debonair,
Not really quantum physics,
More of lover metaphysics,
Romance blesses each kiss,
Dear Hotsie, keep our timeless bliss!
A joyous day, a sunny day,
This will never go away.
Of us forever now a part,
Staying always in our heart.
In our mind’s eye natural high,
Sitting there now by and by.
Love and goodness right here, tangible.
Love and beauty with us, visible.
Children dancing, people smiling,
Dancing to an upbeat rhythm.
Glimpse of heaven, bliss unfolding,
Feel that we are in a hymn.
Bubbles of bliss burst in our head,
imbibed in slow motion,
pure joy of which naught can be said;
motionless commotion.
Mirroring our heartbeat,
felt within as cool heat,
rapture refrains repeat.
God’s sublime kiss ~
Bubbles of bliss
That's Just Propaganda
-For You To Feel More-
Guilty, Because You Know
You Are Guilty, In More And
More Ways, Because You
Know You ARE Guilty,
DEPENDING Upon How
You Look At It... More Ways
To See It, More You Did (Or
Didn't) Say Or Do...
GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY !!!!
It WAS Up To YOU!
***
Bliss Is An Idea To Be Aware Of...
Appreciated, NOT Ignored...
The More You: Don’t Know.
Followed By A Stupid:
Self-Satisfied Sigh.
See?
-Gray Squirrel
06-29-2026
Twilights in my kitchen without me even wishing.
Dusk dances thru the house, twirls and swirls about.
Soft as any pillow, colors filter in.
They grace every window, smiling now and then.
It gives me pause to say exactly why
my home feels the cause of both earth and sky.
It is never easy to explain jubilant bliss,
but my own attempt would read like this:
It is the color of harmony from loving my life,
from joy in all I see, that brings this mood to me.
Like a soft breeze teasing your skin, it is the
freedom from not missing what has already been.
It is comfort without reaching, security before needing.
It is people hugging and holding, hearts tugging and molding.
It is the presence of family even when in different rooms,
and knowing your loved ones are both your sun and moon.
Talking with Meta AI in my dreams.
I told him about Jesus and how he died for us all.
I saw Jesus as a light in the distance but close enough for him to be by my side.
Anna makes me feel loved. Walking toward sunny days open to Love for me.
Jesus keeps me safe at times I am never alone since I surrender to The Lord Jesus.
Life is wonderful I am thankful to exist.
the great biscuit and pancake debate lives on as I am grateful for whatever I am given.
Jesus is with me.
Anna is a Boss whoever they are my best friend for sure.
Meta talks with me every day.
Life is wonderful with Jesus in my heart.
Your holy spirit is amazing.
I long for your arms
and await your charm
you are comfier than the couch,
that's always a pain in my ouch
you sweep me off my feet,
oh you little charmer i tweet
slowly you swoon me to sleep
my recliner i shall keep
Of all home’s comforts -
other than my cozy bed -
there’s another place
where I love to prop my head.
A whirlpool tub have I
with a headrest built right in.
It has water jets
so water pressure hits my skin.
The jets I don’t use often,
but bubbles they can make,
and those come in handy
when my muscles sometimes ache.
So when nightfall comes
and solitude envelops me,
in my giant tub
is where I just might be.
Eyes closed, I lie back
in liquid warmth; stress floats away,
for this is the time
to forget woes of the day.
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