It's only my heart.
Chipped away, calcified
fragments all over the place.
Coherence that's all.
The blue butterfly
a toy in the hands
of little Catie.
Always fluttering
touch and go
playing tag with spirits.
It's just my heart
a very brief second in passing.
One of my guides
wears chaps, boots and a hat,
riding a stick pony.
How did this happen to me?
He is not there for me,
He makes little Catie happy.
I'm grateful.
Don't judge a little girl playing
like she never has..
History of a country
Will not be copyright
And forced to make an alteration
Whenever a big mistake is found
As it's so controversial
But the words of God are flawless and copyright
We can't change them
Neither the words nor the meanings
Don't ever misread and misinterprete them
Follow the words and teachings of God sincerely
Sincerity deep in the heart and soul
Is better than
Worshipping with ignorance or careless interpretation
Sometimes people like to change their meanings
Because of greeds and selfishness
Until they forget
God's words are copyright forever
I say things when I am angry that I don't mean.
Frustration makes me.
Happy
Sad
Most of all...
I say things when I am angry that I do not mean.
10-17-17
do not misunderstand death
flowers, and other plants
drift into our lives,
not to find refuge, but
to implant a message:
do not expect
to live too long;
do not wait to bloom
lest you be struck down
as young buds in
a sudden frost !