What lies within my history?
None other than cats.
Today, where the second generation
conceives new life,
I stand night watch without hesitation.
The cat that once nursed in the past.
The fifth-generation cat I raised—
The moment it first saw this new life,
It mistook it for prey.
Yet now, it does so no longer.
Instead, it protects.
And I, no longer need to stand night watch.
I died for beauty – twas my choice
To end my life this way;
In every note of her voice
Was universe at play:
Twas sparkling, shining, shimmering,
Twas elegant and bright,
In it the world was glimmering
As I then held her tight.
I died for beauty – as I did
My lifeforce to her went
And from the shackles it her freed
To live by her intent:
She needed lifeforce to be strong
And then to carry on
With universe to get along
And sing again her song.
I died for beauty, so it lives,
Is by me fertilized,
Shimmers and glimmers and conceives
And is now realized,
And though I died, what it gave birth
Was better than was I,
And now is set upon her course
To grow and multiply.
A tender bud blooms mid two leaves,
designs triad sublime.
The proud plant caringly conceives
grand picture of joy prime.
Shaped kinship symbol sways,
possessed joy plant displays,
treasures delight for days.
Child’s blissful link plumes
a tender bud blooms.
I wonder if he has ever truly been in love.
I wonder if he actually knows what the word conceives.
I wonder if there exists any warmth within him,
because honestly, none of it have I ever received.
I wonder if he means his flattery.
I wonder if their heir can ever be one.
I wonder so because it’s someone new every day,
and how much really am I allowed to wonder at the mercy of his gun?
I wonder when I think about those already shot dead.
I wonder if I would be a candidate.
I wonder so because the universe never told him about my ‘one and only’ theory,
And in earnest, who even am I to put up a debate?
I wonder if he’s ever wondered
how it would be to be more than just a name.
Oh, to be held in regard, and not simply just forgotten by flame.
I wonder in the truest sense if he’s ever borne the bloom,
because as it turns out,
it is I I wonder about,
and the hypothesis that I never tried is only easy to assume.
If only so much I didn’t wonder,
I could have broken free
from the tide that drags me under.
Nonetheless, I ask, for I know not if a man has ever genuinely been in love with me.
A radio draws music from the air,
It is designed to capture sounds within the room.
The screen, with light and motion pictures so rare,
Transmits the drama of life through the bloom.
A mobile phone connects both near and far,
Uniting hearts across the globe with grace.
Yet minds are made to reach beyond the star,
To catch God's dreams from heaven’s resting place.
For this we are formed - His image we reflect,
Co-partners in the dreams that He conceives.
With faith, we dare to walk where none expect,
And live the life that only God believes.
So, dream divine, let sacred visions brim -
Adventure waits for those who walk with Him.
some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
One telling thing.. The mind that conceives
The mouth that utters, the ears that recieve
The hands that type..The keyboards that cede'
The hurts that happen, the many that will die
All the above that will pass, thats the way it lies.' They will not remain..They'll be swept
Aside for way beyond.! moves eternitys tide.' God
Will dissolve' God will remove, all such realitys
Yet when will this happen.? Only God can choose.!
Together, with or within proximity to people or a person. Community, unity. The invisible thread that attaches from you to me. Wherever you may be, recently I’m manifesting that place is next to me. Where our forever dialogue exchanged releases a type of ecstasy. Our bodies attach like magnets whose attraction unapologetically fuses our souls together into one spirits sleeve. Forever sewing a line of cosmic communication between soul notes, that play tunes of elevation on a bar everlasting. A connection of love chords created outside a wish or prayer. No human power can birth this communion; soul-traction love affair. Joyful flutes sound off when one another draws near. Ten strings play hypnotic music. A melodic heavenly tune our bond conceives when the holy unity of two flesh bodies connecting destined to meet. Pulled from his rib I am his missing connecting piece. Designed to link everything, creating our Unity.
Prideful life hides truths of plain sight.
Isn't God as Nature has revealed?
What chaos conceives lovely light?
Prideful life hides truths of plain sight.
Save Barabbas; admit our plight:
carnal desserts have faith concealed.
Pride of life hides truths in plain sight.
God Is, as our Faith has revealed.
His peace rises, against the heart
Forever healing, growing warm
His breath is faith offering a fresh start
While the edges of doubt try to dissuade
His wonder falls quietly on the soul
Giving such peace – such gentle hope
He is the amazing that makes hearts whole
Promising love that will forever console
His light rests against the spirit of grace
Erasing the darkness with a light of acceptance
He offers such love with His tender embrace
Quiets the doubting who can’t find their way
His love is a promise that heals and reveals
The story of a life who gave all so we might live
He is the music that plays as the soul kneels
Remembering this grace that saves and forgives
His story unfolds in the heart who believes
Offering assurance that love surely agrees
He is the reason our love soon conceives
The light who shines so that His gift is complete.
John 15:19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
In the twilight, a voice comes on a still night
Singing of wonder, blessings, insight
Beyond the meanings, beneath the delight
With only the purpose of glistening bright,
Breaking hearts who are, certainly, not right.
In the moments, before joy falls like snow
Blessing away the darkest colors who blow
Soundless flakes, quiet as souls who know
Love is a promise, fading into the distant flow
With a beautiful beyond words, a gentle glow
In the eyes of the heart who sincerely believes
Joy is poured out on the pining soul who greaves
His purpose is to silence tears – His love relieves
He is the light that no shadow of doubt deceives
He’s the life who the greatest poet conceives
Never doubt Him, who melts hearts who’re froze
Assuring souls that His love just grows and grows
There is assurance that He is the light who just knows
Wherever we go, there is assurance that He arose
So each of us can know what it means to be chose!
His head bobs and weaves
whatever the music conceives
Drug-fueled rhythms race through his brain
neural connections moan and strain
His over-30-self hides his face, grieves
at his current edition’s migraines
A bud cradled within two leaves,
design of trinity sublime.
The proud plant tenderly conceives
pristine picture of pleasure prime.
Design of trinity sublime,
flower between two leaves is gay,
passion of plant set for display.
The proud plant tenderly conceives
kinship motif crafted deftly,
enjoys fervent rapture freely.
Pristine picture of pleasure prime,
in tied two hearts desire awaits
joyous linkage, a child creates.
In the quiet whispers of the night,
Underneath the soft moonlight,
Two hearts dance in silent song,
In love's embrace, they belong.
Her eyes, they shine like the stars above,
Reflecting the depths of their mutual love.
His touch, as gentle as a summer breeze,
Brings her restless heart to ease.
Their souls, entwined in a lover's knot,
In each other, they've found what they sought.
A love so deep, so pure, so true,
A love that's vibrant in every hue.
Through trials and triumphs, through joy and pain,
Their love for each other remains the same.
For in each other, they've found their home,
In love's sweet poem, their hearts do roam.
In the hush of dawn, in the morning's glow,
Their love continues to grow.
With every sunrise, with every sunset,
A love they'll never forget.
In the dance of time, in the rhythm of years,
Through laughter and through tears,
Their love stands tall, their love endures,
A love that's beautifully pure.
So here's to love, to the melody it weaves,
To the magic that it conceives.
To the journey, to the dream,
To love, forever supreme.
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