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This is all from my heart
It's all apart of my conciseness
And there's no perversions
I'm coming to you with true love
Just one step below agape love
You were thirteen I was eighteen
Your just starting puberty
You're, you are beautiful
But I couldn't tell your mother or father
Though there are five years age difference
It's not sensual nor sexual, I will wait for ya
Age doesn't matter when your in love
This is all from my heart
It's all apart of my conciseness
And there's no perversions
I'm coming to you with true love
Just one step below agape love
It's not sensual nor sexual, I will wait for ya
Age doesn't matter when your in love
Your eyes bronze
hair color amber
Lips are plumb, lemons
Mind so amazing
Life song singing praising the Lord
You were twenty-five I am forty-seven
Our relationship seventh-heaven
Hold my hand
I'll be the man
I have the plan
Together with God we shall make a stand
In holy matronmony
I shall not be ashamed to love you only
To love openly as long as we're together praising God together
This is all from my heart
It's all apart of my conciseness
And there's no perversions
I'm coming to you with true love
Just one step below agape love
It's not sensual nor sexual, I will wait for ya
Age doesn't matter when your in love
Your thirty nine and I am sixty three
I have a ring and I love you
I promised God I'll be strong
I shall never, ever lead you on
Mind so amazing
Life song singing praising God
The aged differences means nothing if there's truth
in us together in God with love
This is all from my heart
It's all apart of my conciseness
And there's no perversions
I'm coming to you with true love
Just one step below agape love
It's not sensual nor sexual, I will wait for ya
Age doesn't matter when your in love
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There's no Poetry that doesn't reach
I told a literature student
In a writing workshop
Offering him some suppositories
That contained
Verses from The Book of Good Love
La Celestina, Don Quixote, and my own
To insert through his anus
As minstrels used to do
Selling or giving them away
To the common people and kings
Through the streets, squares, and courtyards
Poetically exposing themselves
By inserting one through the anus.
Since it was a proven truth
It was natural that its main source
Was experience.
Devoted to the Poetry suppositories
The student carried them in his anus
Full of meaning and beauty
For if he entered the writing workshop
Without knowing how to make an "O" with a Straw.
Now, thanks to the effect of the suppositories
He already wanted to trade his verses
Having to go through
One or more of my modifications.
As a consequence
Of the two fundamental properties
Of poetic suppositories:
Permanence and generality
This apprentice writer and poet
Begged me, saying:
-I'm starved for fine literature
Even though it's so beautiful.
Now I want you to offer me, professor
Suppositories from the Romancero
From popular couplets
From Latin proverbs
From the Bible, from fables and tales.
Moved, I promised him that I would
That I would do it
But that he should also know
That to versify and write
It's not enough to insert a suppository
But rather the Anus
Because it's the fruit of popular wisdom
And of language
Needs oral or penile transmission
Because it's a living organism
And, as such, it is born, grows
Reproduces and dies
Like the poem or brilliant writing
Modified to hanging eggs
That, with time, change
Are modified or lose their relevance.
In closing, I would like to mention
That this author
Submitted his works to the Planeta and Nobel Prize
Admiring their juries for
His conciseness and power
The symmetrical division of his texts
His meter and rhyme.
As the years accumulate, like so much dust,
Time makes its presence known:
through wrinkled skin, hair loss,
and an assortment of aching bones.
And you tick off the moments, days, months, and years,
as they accumulate: like so much dust.
Death is tethered to Life:
fundamentally, it's the competition of Life.
Birth gives birth to Death; they're conjoined:
one cannot exist without the other.
Tears spontaneously flow at both times, equally.
Death is not the end, nor the beginning!
A circle has no beginning or end:
and neither do souls.
We are souls: created in the image of God,
eternal, ethereal, and sentient.
Circles within circles, Birth and Death,
dreams within dreams: life death, death life:
words ingrained in our thoughts:
that explain reality as we perceive it.
Our view, limited by our conciseness,
labels Death as the end of everything;
including ourselves.
But is that true?
I am not afraid of dying or what lies beyond Death.
Some may question why I have no fear,
Until they understand that I am a soul;
Released at the time of my death.
Realizing the truth of this,
Entrenched my spiritual convictions.
Now that I am older, I accept that
Death is an inevitable certainty.
Everyone dies, but Jesus spoke of a spiritual
Resurrection, once Death releases us from mortal flesh.
My beliefs will guide me past Death's door, where I'll
Yield to God's love and judgment as a soul.
Suppose for a moment, there was no God,
Our existence, our conciseness, would all be for naught.
Until we accept we are souls, we are spiritually blind;
Look beyond the reality of now; look through the eyes of faith.
(Acrostic)
Mar. 09, 2019
Hymns of Hope
God is great
His creations are divine
Am a part of it
The earth is my heaven
My pains are my hell
So take away sorrow and agony
So far from my struggles oh God
Let life be good for all
The earth is not a suffering prison ground
And we are not prisoners of our heritage
So let the weak be strong
Let our conciseness be of humanity
Let it be free from wars oh God
So we could enjoy heaven
Here on earth
Hymns of Hope
God is everlasting
Life is eternity
Our body dies yet our soul lives on
Our spirit reincarnates
We might be far from the truth
But nature never lied
What a beautiful world we live in
What an amazing gifts life offers
Yet we die too young just to survive
Our own deformities
So are we getting better or
Are we lost by our own mind
Distractions
What falsely makes you happy
Could be your destruction
Cos there is no paradise in hell
Most hell feels like heaven nowadays
So trade your ways with cautiousness
Let your conciseness be alive
Their is power in thought
So picture your life by yourself
Be the author of your ways
Be the origin of your movement
The universe will moves with you
Only when you are ready to be yourself
So I chant satisfy my soul oh God
For I have been wailing
Yes I have been through ups and down
I refuse to be where the world thinks
I should be
Cos my dreams is not their vision
My prayers is not their answer
My life is not their ways
My sermons are pure
Yet the world is made of false hope
Full of diverse
Distractions.
Is not this the brevity of human life?
In my conciseness and exacting mentions
The proper use of words in my writing or speeches, huh
In awe, at naught-what
Is not this the brevity of human life?
While filling my mind of redundant thoughts
Conciseness What, Concision Why,
Succinctness Yes,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Economy of the stock market crashes the economy clashes raise more taxes , huh!
Language skill, consciousnesses, shortness IRS you either do or don’t pay your taxes;
Briefness stills faithful wills,
Pithiness jaunt, pith, incisiveness skills,
Is not this the brevity of human life?
Crispness words rips truths and lies spills;
And we're all compactness together,
And we shall compression compactness, compression forever (huh);
Laconic, terseness, pointlessness, curtness, abruptness; (what)
"This verse notable for its clarity and brevity"
Shortness of time, why;
"This verse is or isn’t the brevity of human life"
This verse shortness, briefness, transience, What
It’s transitiveness, ephemerality What!,
Impermanence Huh??
Is, is not the brevity of human life-Huh
What is not this the brevity of human life?
Is not this the brevity of human life?
9/11/19
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The Gun
God the universe and nature
God
You are all i got oh God
Yes you are my shield
My protector my healer
Gave me the energy to sail on oh God
There are too many distractions in this cold world yet
You are all I got oh God
Yes your are my provider
You are my source of inspiration
You are the beginning and the end
Give me the energy to sail on oh God
In this era of difficult changes
There is no other way with out your energy oh God
So let me never fall where I can’t get up no more
The universe
The universe is my home
The universe is for humanity
The universe is for love
The universe is for peace
Yes the universe is my home
A place I never dream to see wars
A home like heaven for all humans
So stop killing the universe
You man of no conciseness
You can’t defeat life with greediness’s
There is enough for all human in the universe
The universe is my home
A planet were my heart bleeds heals and love
A heaven for all
Nature
I bless God for nature
It is a great gift to life
What more can we ask for without nature my friends
We are lucky to be a part of it
We are Human with life full of blessing in nature
let harbour this gift of life
Let’s nurture the benefits of nature instead of destroying it
So tell the intelligent men that he can’t live with out nature
He can’t fight what gives him life
Yes no one is a supper hero fighting the source of all human existence
So tell the men with big plans for the future that we need a clean air
Nature is for all with out exception
so let’s us all protect what keeps us alive
It is never a bad decision for all humans
I tell you all no lie
High above the clouds, in the sun’s glow
Blue skies above, blue seas below
In-between, lies millions of milky white clouds
Looking like snow heaps, piled up in mounds
Sitting in this iron-bird, flying in the air
The wonders of God, His majesty how fair
Cloud patches billowing, each with its own shape
Some looking so much like the mountain’s cape
Men take in the air, thousands of dead weight
Have we with death, a final date
Can it be that we know, God’s presence is there
Let’s not our conciseness stifle here
O gracious and most mighty God
I bow in awe at your majesty
Each patch of land below
Each piece of cloud above
Speak volumes of your greatness and love
O Lord my God, how great Thou art
My fellow poets, whenever you should happen to be an airplane again, just take a look out
the window. Look at the clouds, see how they are formed. See how they hang in
suspended air. Look at the wing of the aircraft, see how it floats in the air without falling,
then tell me, there is no God and he is not a great God! I challenge you!
When you fall fast asleep
and awaken the next day,
All is the same and
nothing is in play.
But what if every night of sleep
was followed by a new beginning,
an awakening in a land
where all may not be grinning.
This is not a part
of our conciseness yet,
but should be to make sure
all get a fair bet.
If this was actually factual
not just a mere thought,
all would make sure
not to land somewhere with naught.
This fine formula
to assure fairness for all,
obviously people cannot see
beyond their own needs.
Humankind should care
about all on our earth,
hopefully all can look
through these lens
and find everyone’s worth.