Born into a family created by relatives.
Some folks come with the blood; others
Come with the character.
Family is the name they respect you for
You can walk,
Before you can speak, before you know
What love feels like or what void can do.
Kinfolks...
They're the ones life introduces at a leisurely pace.
Through the hard days, the quiet nights,
The moment you didn't think you'd make it
Through.
Family is the starting line; lineage is the ones
Who show you.
Who Stays
Who lend an ear
Who lifts,
Who love without feeling the necessity, A reason.
Blood can place you in a house, but residence
Builds you a home; names can tie you to a tree,
But demeanor ties you to an individual
Born into family, formed into relatives and
Somewhere between the two, you acquire the
Truth:
The people who choose you are the ones
Who keep you unharmed.
Dissolves presently
That fleshy gross
In what burns, purely
Spellbound, soul-deep.
Bloomed fairness, yet blown
Mortally hung
As soon thought up shown
By God to him.
As its pseudonym
Hawkmoth. Hovers!
Myself - this evening!
Whose buzz does keep!
We were created with love,
By Love Himself, and to be loved.
Fashioned in the image of the Divine,
Breathing purpose from the very start.
Love for God who formed us from dust,
Love for our parents who guided our steps,
Love for our neighbors in need of grace.
Love selflessly given, poured out like rain,
Freely offered, never kept in chains.
Love without blemish, pure as the morning light,
Unstained by pride or hidden spite.
Love that uplifts the weary soul,
Encourages the broken to rise and be whole.
It is the thread that binds heaven to earth,
The quiet strength in moments of trial,
The gentle hand that restores what was hurt.
In giving this love, we reflect the Father’s heart,
And find the truest joy He meant from the start.
So let us live each day in this holy design —
Loving without measure, selfless and kind.
For we were created with love,
By Love, and forever to be loved.
Mountain-Ana
A part of me ignores
The tranquility of disquise
A part of me that wishes to be part of you without compromise
A chord that can strum unison to our hearts
The Most intense feelings
Spawn from the instance of a flame
Creates Destroys and creates again
A song of beauty
Never written
Until then, At birth you are named
A song the birds know after a spring rain
Of fair a blue sky
Of fair a blanket of stars
I can always lie to myself
I can always wait
But then again I can always wait for a moment to arise
387.
God Created Us For a Purpose
God created us for a purpose
He created us because…
He wants to share His life
On earth where He made this possible
Though it's full of hardship & strife
To grow & multiply we are capable!
God created us for a purpose
He created us because…
He wants to share His goodness
To those who have heart, mind & soul
It's us, humans, who are created in His likeness
Whatever, whoever – we are all His people!
God created us for a purpose
He created us because…
He wants to share His joy in heaven
To those who know, love & serve Him
Through Jesus, His Son, who will come again
On the Day of Judgment & Cataclysm!
-11/01/2015
(Dumarao)
*1st Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
Next, if we should meet, it would take a great deal
of restraint to maintain a kind heart.
In all pleading and attempts at understanding,
remained an underlying distrust.
The disbelief of misplacing money,
extended by the feeling like a joke.
No room for Ha-Ha's / ain't a damn thing funny.
Sent into a position that would not budge.
Determination fixed, sent whirling and twirling with
zero fact 'n no time flat.
A suspicious umbra you put me on.
Fueled by a disbelief without reason.
The distance closing / violence quickly approaching.
Told keep it, all the while never having it.
no longer having it,
you let me have it.
Remaining respectful.
Shame on me / force of habit.
It's clear truth doesn't represent yourself.
Now I'll knock that picture off your shelf.
In corners hide some secrets
They're buried deep in walls and cellars
They lie there best forgotten
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
"Hallowed be her name, who's art is Earth".
She stood sheltered, a companion
to Maple, Alder and Willow.
A busy brook flowed
in accompaniment
to the chorus of bird song
perfect in her presence.
The patron had fulfilled her will
for a magical and protected place.
A peaceful tranquility
that celebrated her coming as a completion.
As though nature knew an absence
without her.
Through the sculptor's wielding
of her chisel and hammer
she conveyed the features, the stance
that would become her persona.
Her enkindling presence illuminating
the rough studio of her origin.
Where the vision that furrowed the brow;
informed the craft and art to reveal,
hands compliant, what slept within the stone.
Distraught by a midnight's harrowing
I come to her, seeking solace
from my existential crisis.
By sliver of silver moonlight.
My hand against her chest
her chill and my warmth flow.
Until languid, I lay upon the pedestal.
A reverent supplicant
in Pre-Raphaelite pose.
The brooks rhythmic gurgle and splash
benumbing my anguish, till words surface
intuitively, of blasphemy and beauty.
Growing up…from school and text books as he learned more and more
he understood scientifically what our body parts were created for.
But once he fell in love…his views changed…each day a little more and more
and he came to truly understand what our body parts were created for.
When their eyes met from across the room…she was standing by the door
he knew in that moment…what his eyes were created for.
When he first heard her voice…and he felt his heart soar
he knew in that moment…what his ears were created for.
The first time they held hands as they walked along the shore
he knew in that moment…what his hands were created for.
The first time they hugged one another……it was as if he’d never hugged before
he knew in that moment…what his arms were created for.
And the first time they kissed…which left him wanting more
he knew in that moment…what his lips were created for.
Yes, from the moment he met her…his old textbooks seemed outdated..
Because in his heart he knew to love…and to be loved
is why we were created.
With lank longish hair, of virtue most spare
Hollow cheeked, with joints that creak..An elderly evil proponent of deaths i see there is a reek a pungence of cadavers in such abundance, he knows not where he has buried children a'plenty Grandfathers their
Wives, but then for satan he strives.' He must at least rank as a liutennant skull and
Cross bones on his pennant, a trace of accord..He has trodden the boards floors he is invisible on the black squares.' And will never give up his share.' He mooted for
Guvenor of Gaza, no other i dare could
Show such brass neck.' Of tony blair, who will
Be, no doubt? flexing his ropey old pecs.'
I told my guitar about you,
she played so beautiful melodies like never before.
I talked about you to my notebook,
it wrote the best poems it ever could.
At night I looked up at the sky thinking of you and suddenly the world went quiet,
the moon and the stars shined brighter and I begged them to shine for you too.
The flowers who heard my stories bloomed
like you were their spring and summer with all their love for you.
And my question is the simplest from all:
Did you bring light into my eyes,
or just created the best life of all the lifes?
First, clip off her wings
Tie her to a chair
Paint her nails
And make sure to tighten her waist
What about a corset or a pretty choker
Make up is what she needs
Deeds she needed to fulfill
Shave her manly hair and her head towards the ground
Bring out those lashes
Those empty smiles
Afterall who would like a lady ?
Who doesn't know how to please at all?
Perhaps teach her to be dependent
Bear some children
Princess at 17
Cries and screams to be hidden
Tell her how to flutter her eyes
To catch some attention she needs
Her life born to be
Some patriarchy she was meant to knead
And yet her heart doesn't smile
I wonder why
Isn't she now the perfect lady ?
To be adorned in precious gems
A gift to present
An angel with beauty
But no self respect
Never had I heard a flutter so clear!
nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings;
Soft gray wings spreading, fanning
coming to gentle fold,
soon to follow, a nightingale's song,
lilting the air.
Such a blessed union is rare!
Light and dark shadows tranquilly sharing space
One perfect moment seemingly forgiving,
as gentle as the harmonious embrace,
of bird and sky !
Never have I felt so powerful against the night !
no more indefinite than a feather in the wind.
My heart beating slow as time
comes to a standstill before the soft caress
of a nightingale in flight!
Chiaroscuro moments on the soul
oh how I wish that I had wings
to fly and meet him in mid air....
never had I heard a flutter so clear nor a song
so very dear to me...
The End.
A creation by Joe and Mystic
I give thanks to the man who began this venture
and gave me a chance to fly with it lol
Song
Tugging
Inner lives’ passions
To gleam abroad all…
With song
becoming light
— of the soul’s embracings within —
longing
for the open, full atmomosphere ~
Released to resound
Fully
from the buds of all Earth fields
The still-reverberating echoes
Of that Day One of Music’s created
Omnipotently-composed origin.
In God’s heart an intent arose,
which we may simply call His will,
to manifest the universe,
where agape love may overspill.
God conjured earth, water and fire
which are present in every form
and once this knowing we acquire,
bastions of wisdom we can storm.
These three elements God combined,
to create all that’s manifest,
by force of His absolute mind,
each form being by His touch blessed.
There then are only these three things,
within all diverse forms beheld
and in each heart God Himself sings,
that soul may choose with Him to meld.
Reworded, we do not exist,
as a separate entity;
of highest truth, this is the gist ~
false is ego identity.
All we see is an appearance,
diverse spectrum of vibration,
wherein all that is, is entwined,
commingled with God’s creation.
Scripture read, differing we say,
air and space deserve inclusion;
we need them too in form of clay,
five entwined in perfect fusion.
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