Don't let people know
Too much about you.
Just because we don't talk
Doesn't mean I don't stalk.
There's moonlight everywhere
It's nice someone life's to share.
Genesis2-7
So God created Man in his own image in the image of God created he him male and female created he them. And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostril the breath of life I thought no wonder we love and crave our man so much for they have in them the music and the soul and in their nostril the breathe of life and man became a living soul a living soul is man noteA and note F octave -1 Frequency 27hz or frequency 2.7hz
Genesis 2-23
And Adam said this woman is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh she shall be called woman because she was taken out of man noteD and note A
Octave-3 and Octave 3 frequency 2.23 or frequency 223hz
The sound of music is Amourous sweet and feels so good I have heard many sounds from the King's Book KJV and some do manifest the Alpha and the Omega the beginning and the End God took music back home and has lost nothing!
I believe I will state my claim on this day
I am the first to say
I am playing my bible my tongue
shall speak of his righteousness
and of his praise all day long
under copyrights binding
One thing is for sure
I am smart enough to know
That the people
Who run us and our day to day lives
Are actually in charge
Are way far more smart
And more powerful
Than I
Am or could ever wish to be
That is the reason they
And not I
Are or ever will be
Ever in charge
As they way more
Devilishly , devious and clever
And why the only thing I know for sure
Is that nothing any time
In the near or not to distant future
Is about to change
As they make the rules
Which dictate and control
This so called game
We call life
gusts of raucous laughter
greet wide smirk jesters coruscating flippant jibes
sought after
humour in train
punchlines on cue evoke swell vibes
heal pain
quips now
stoke fun-starved tribes
wow
gusts of raucous laughter
punchlines on cue evoke swell vibes
wow
Posted : April 6th 2022
[My new lyrics about St. Clare,
to the tune of "One Gift" ---
from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty"]
One gift, beauty rare
Seeing God's Beauty everywhere
Lips that praise that Jesus rose
She'll walk with the Lord wherever she goes
One gift, the gift of song
Praising the Lord her whole life long
St. Francis is her troubadour
Providing a way to her new home's door
One gift, the gift of prayer
Knowing God, Who is always there
Peace of heart in His chaste Love
Lives in Poverty with Providence from above
(Original lyrics:
"One gift, beauty rare,
Gold of sunshine in her hair,
Lips that shame the red, red rose,
She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes!
One gift, the gift of song,
Melody her whole life long!
The nightingale's her troubadour,
Bringing his sweet serenade to her door...")
What makes it right?
What is the truth?
What do you believe?
You say it is God
Who changes things
Who is in control
Who rules the cosmos
What about the burning man
Woman, child, offering?
To give up smoking
You say it is God who
Changes and transforms your
Mind and desires
Psychology says it is you
Who decides, is in control,
Makes the decisions
Internal or external
Locus of control
That
Is the only question
Impossible thing is none,
With the Lord on our side;
Faith can even move mountain,
Wound is healed deep inside.
No reason to worry about,
God knows everything;
Man's mind has limitation,
God's power is everlasting.
No cause for alarm,
Trust in the Father above;
He will hear our prayers,
Through the greatness of His love.
No reason to doubt,
God's mighty hands are proven;
Never ever be afraid,
The enemy will come up beaten.
Bad things can be reversed,
We ought to understand;
Everything is for the good,
Just ask for God's helping hand.
Once we never turn
A blind eye to the Almighty One;
Our supplications will be granted,
Impossible thing is none.
Anyone who dreams can get almost anything
to fulfill what the eager heart wishes;
think of one precious thing that's
not easily attainable as a diamond ring!
The hardest thing is to find love, not
romance that resembles a star that gleams;
has anyone found it and possessed it
without the thought of losing it to tears?
Catching those beautiful falling stars is easier than
realizing dreams that one loses towards dawn;
I came close to catching one with both hands, but
the thrill to seize it still tempts me to own it.
The hardest thing is to find love when desire becomes
passion and wild kisses lead to sensual embraces;
keep on dreaming and let fantasy lose its sense of reality,
a reality we all see through eyes filled with ecstasy.
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
The thing is I’m just not that into you, and
The thing is it will likely never work.
The thing is it’s not you it’s me, but
The thing is you’re actually a jerk.
What to write ... the calm of night,
Feeds my desire to perspire.
For love, my mind moves to you.
Your thoughts, my thoughts
Your words, my tune.
I wait, wonder, will your return,
Bring new things to my mind's concern..
For love, before I sleep, I see,
Your heart of hearts,
My fantasy.
I know this love is more than
That of a sister's or brother's,
It started small, but now I know
This truth, The Ancient Puzzle.
One thing is just, and truly just
An extension of the other.
is not in the best interest
of folks who charge obscene interest
for us to keep talkin'
but poverty don't equate to
stupidity
so I reckon there's still hope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
an now please 'scuse me while i go pray a little
expression I can not control,
no mother who told
a son lost in dark,
actions she once marked,
longing to be there,
wondering dose she care,
no one around to wipe the tears I cry,
soon...mom I'll rest by your side.
A shorter version of rambling on is some times better
then two long poems don't you think?
Yesterdays sun hides behind today's over cast while tomorrows storm echos in
the distant ,
the dense sun light prepares us for the rain, the fall leafs soon will be changing
color again,
the chill breeze we fill on our backs means winter is coming, time to work like
the preparing ant.
snowbirds scatter, mosquito's stings will soon leave our thoughts for the cold
bears a bad fillings for our two friends.
The smell brings to mind the holidays Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the thought
of another passing year,
a time for family , memories of the loved ones that past and the new members
who joined us,
we will sit break bread and toast to the future, treasure the present as we
laugh so hard at the past we twinkle a tear.
the holidays when all is forgiven and the rest is put behind, for now it`s about
love and happiness.
So let the clouds roll in, allow the leafs to change, and bring on the cold,
it`s that time of the year when we warm our hearts,
it`s that time of the year when we have them to hold.
and it`s that time of the year when the healing from the year starts.
I looked at the hour
the hour was late
I came upon a reason
a reason for fate
Fate is to keep us
all in straight in a row
to keep us set on course
until we arrive in tomorrow
but what about the other ones
those of us that won't obey
the ones defiant to listen
what of their coming day
I say with great hope
that they will see all good things
because it is not good
to know what tomorrow brings
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