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the colors swirl, blend in a furious vortex.
stripped of his royal robe, thrown
into a desiccated cistern,
Israel would fill that well
with his tears.
Years later in Ramah,
his mother —
Rachel would weep.
Why O Why
the sacrifice?
one child breathes —
to Egypt they would flee.
the little martyrs keep watch
as the Bethlehem babe matures.
amazed —
witnesses to the greatest
sacrifice that saved them from unfettered fate.
the cost of mankind —
the pregnant sin,
a cancerous growth
that gifts…
that Christmas child —
his heart a solo star.
his blood and tears spar
with the curse.
healing of the earth,
happily ever after.
12/3/2018
When we are young we run along,
And jump up and down to play.
As physical joy and giggling,
Are like new toys that share the day.
While we grow, we join with others,
And begin to compare and compete.
Adding various tools and devices,
For us to learn and control or defeat.
Somewhere along the line, the recreation
Is surpassed and winning is held high.
Only to see some innocent pleasure
Escape, from tears in the youthful eye.
Then it happens with little warning, where
The victors and the vanquished are perceived.
As competition creates a vast chasm, and
It's much wider than many believed.
The process matures for those athletic adults,
With fame and fortune becoming the test.
So that the greatest may emerge with some
Lost happiness, while reflecting on their quest.
Sunflower is the petal symbol,
Big round face follows the sun,
Signifies Honesty as a yellow cymbal,
Light in Truth sets free one,
Sheds light on fidelity, living loyal,
As 18 is coming of age, Love matures Hon!
18, the Chinese hold to be “prosperal”,
Past attempts weighed only a gram,
Will now weigh a ton, flourish neural!
Garnet does as 18’s stone,
Balanced intimacy levelly sensual,
Beyond a crush has attraction grown,
Giving, doing became mutual, sharing natural,
In the words of Judy Garland:
“Not in my ears, but in my heart, you whisper”,
“Not my lips, but my soul, you kissed!”
Sunflowers are drought resistant,
Reigns reciprocal kindness are dropping Rains!
The Bridge
Trees clothed in blazing yellows and flaming reds reach towards the sky in gentle supplication, preparing for their naked winter. Fat orange pumpkins are last gasp of fallow fields. Warm, pleasant days give way to frosty nights. Apples give of themselves to make the sweet nectar that warms us. Bushy tailed rodents squirrel away nuts and bears grow fat in anticipation of the long cold season ahead. Time slows and matures as winter approaches. Fall is that short bridge between frenetic summer and still winter.
I am in the Fall
Crossing that short bridge
Winter grows closer.
A young bud sprouts from its parent plant
and blossoms to a lovely rose before long
With time, its beauty fades and it dries up
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A young sapling takes root and flourishes
Soon a mighty oak stands firm on the ground
With time, it decays to a dried up old tree
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A baby bird sitting helplessly in its nest
grows into a majestic eagle strong
With time, its glory fades as it ages
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A defenceless lion cub hidden in its lair
matures into the mightiest beast around
With time, he becomes a decrepit old male
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
A beautiful angelic darling baby girl
becomes a world beauty and wins the crown
With time, wrinkles and old age take their toll
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
Hello to a new life of hope and promise
Goodbye to a life that's now going down
Time marches on irreversibly
and the leaves that are green turn to brown
All life starts off fresh and beautiful, matures, decays and then passes away in an unavoidable cycle as Time marches on irreversibly.
watching the planes go by in an open field
a glass of cherry apple cider in my left hand
my thoughts are on nothing
life is on hiatus in my mind
i have a week off
it feeling awfully good doing nothing
i am wishing that she was here, but she chose him
now i am joined by her, and her smile matures me so as she takes it all in
in her right hand, i bottle of water, blueberry flavored
her head is rested on my shoulder
her hand is relaxed and intertwined in mine
i am fully awakened as is her
another planes goes by
elvis costello writes the book everyday as we give a new beginning another look
as of now, this chapter requires no bookmark
a sweet, fruit tinged kiss, i believe, is mandatory
life is a grassy magic carpet ride dream come true
At the edge of twilight's embrace, I found myself anew
Under the caress of an ancient wind, whispering forgotten echoes
I soared on the wings of a dreamt desire, chasing the phantom light
Climbing a staircase woven from stars and shadows
Reaching the zenith, a summit kissed by ephemeral fire
And then, the fall - a spiraled descent into the chasm of my own void.
I shattered, a constellation of lost pieces,
Fragments of a soul drifting in the black ocean of night
With scars etched deep into my being,
Loosened bolts, a structure unmade by illusion,
Horror gripped my heart as I realized what was missing,
A vital shard, a key to fit into the grand tapestry of life.
In the delirium of youth, I chased faces, not hearts
I danced to the frenetic rhythm of fleeting desires,
I sought to fill the ever-gaping void in my chest
A cavern so vast, echoing with my silent agony,
Yet no mirage could bring solace to the emptiness within.
But as the years rolled by and wisdom kissed my brow
Now, I can truly claim knowledge of love,
It is not a wild fire, burning bright and fast,
But a gentle, enduring flame that glows warmly,
A fortress and a shelter, my foundation, my cause,
It wraps me in its embrace and carries me through life’s storms.
True love does not chase the ephemeral glimmers
It does not lose itself in the rapid dance of lust,
But nurtures the growth of two intertwined souls
It provides space, breathing dreams into reality,
Opening doors hidden deep within our spirits.
This love, oh how I've come to crave it,
For it has meticulously sewn all my wounds,
Golden threads of understanding,
And now I see the folly of puppy love,
Merely a facade for social adulation,
A masquerade of glamour, igniting the fire of envy.
True love whispers in the quiet,
Revealing its depth behind closed doors,
Naked, raw, an unmasked flame,
When it matures, it becomes the silent supporter,
The shadow that propels you forward, unseen but always felt.
Now, with every beat of my heart,
I understand the essence of an eternal love,
More than mere adornment or spectacle,
It is the mystical light in my life,
And in the profound silence of remembrance,
This love remains, an eternal flame.
Love is like a flower, it is beautiful, like a seed that grows and matures and gives us all a site of beauty.
Love is like a red rose, it gives you the feeling of soft petals flowing in the air, leaving the scent of rose as it moves.
Love is like a bright flower garden, it makes you want to sit and admire, all the colorful flowers.
Love is like the feeling of desire, it gives you motivation like only love can give.
Love is like the feeling of completion; it makes you feel like you won the best prize in the world.
Love has moments that stay with us forever, so love and forgive, and keep moving with love thoughts every day.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Karma is like a woven carpet
An experience of immortality
The soul grows and matures from life to life
My thoughts become an act
Challenges I choose myself
My temper is affected by karma
One of my karmatic tasks
is to stop being so critical to myself
We all make karma every minute
I am writing this to tell you that life is magical
Positive karma - my pleasure can be yours
When the storms of life come upon us,
we are looking frantically for a good solutions
We must fight evil and bad thoughts
In other words: understanding and forgiveness
Take responsibility for your life
create a golden and warm karma
26-04-2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Note :
Destiny and karma are two different concepts
"Ya'll as in You People"
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The script was written only
to inspire the orchestra. We need
inspiration we came up with a script
of a "Song " that had been created
and lefted to be undermined by the Malocantar.
MaloCantaer then wishes the FemmeCantrix to take the
"song"
and leave.The song matures and finds a femme-ballad to love
and wishes Malo-cantier and femme-cantrix to wish him
(the song)
well.
Malo-cantar had always been less supportive of his songs.
Under appreciating Songs-worth. Sing hymn high said Malo-Cantar;
,Such advice can create anxiety and feelings of inadequacy.
It was bad advice a bad performance. To dance,
to dance I wish you were more like
""Song-Cantrey!"
I try Paw, I try we herad
"the Song" saying. Orco-Stacion saw the Song one day
and sifted through it's troubles
and allowed it to be Best if not great
his concern was
"The Songs" message. Directing those who loved the "Song"
to love it by
encouraging the sound and style and purpuse of the
"SONG" to be loving and caring, not brash and rude.
Where the music was strongest the words would stop
and the performance between sound and Lingistic Smoothness
would keep the perfection of both sound and Lyric.
When "The Song" became apprecated it's
creater
frowned and said
he messed it up!
He admitted loving
the arrangments
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Congenital Riffting.
nclude amusia (a cognitive deficit in perceiving pitch/rhythm), musical alexia (inability to read music), and audiomotor impairment