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The only thing that lasts the test of time is Love.
Love for our family and
For our kin,
Love for our failures.
Even Love for our wins.
Love for the freedoms,
To do all that is right.
Love for all the beautiful colors,
The spectrum runs vibrant and bright.
Love for our teachers,
They give out their tools.
To guide young minds,
And solve life’s real issues and duels.
Love for our planet,
mountains, valleys, rivers, oceans, and streams.
The beauty of them holds so tight our wildest dreams.
Love for each other,
We have so much to give.
Love for the battles we fight for and eventually conquer and win.
Love for the journey,
Travelled in our life.
Love for our parents
Who give of themselves through all of our strife.
Love for showing others everything we can be,
Without feeling isolated, restricted, forced to run and flee.
And love that we give away,
May God bless this miracle each and every day.
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Everything begins with a first step or stride.
Your pebble was dropped swiftly many years ago,
And now the waves are far-off and reaching in a myriad of distances.
Your balance was once certainly unsteady,
Now you hold your feet’s roots strong.
Ounces of pride seeped uneasy,
Strength and Resilience are suddenly part of your name.
The curved path is not forged by any others,
It was your battles that made the iron incredibly rich.
Remember what you conquered in each moment,
Because thats the sophisticated journey you’ll NEVER forget.
So be the person YOU are,
Always blessed by the Father up above.
Because it’s in HIS sunshine that gleams into your presence and makes everything that you strive and blister with steadfast determination, so POWERFUL.
And this is why your destiny traveled ultimately makes this celebration completely puncture the stratosphere!!
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The skies and heavens hear not or feel not your gentle wings,
The mind may not forget your senses.
Feeling bliss, or parts or you that experience the gratification that one feels,
Giving all of yourself for the millions of us.
The inspiration that is felt by such an selfless act and the honor you have given even with your life.
The countless young women who look up to that baby blue sky and see a leader who flys for her children, her husband, her parents, without a doubt her Grampy and her sisters and brothers.
The stratosphere was obliterated by your pursuit,
With numerous thrust clouds streaming across the evening sky.
The pavement ever-sensing the giant steps you have shown all your sisters and mothers.
And fight is not an easy one to
muster,
On timelines and strategy briefs and debriefs and the edge of the life’s razor,
It could have only been YOU.
The one that fights,
That stares down death and still is able to veer to the right and throttle past the every-changing hourglass.
And no one can take away your wings,
no one could measure up to all the feats that make YOU so special.
So look to the sky when things are running in circles,
And the corners of your mind will seek the sweet honey rich with tales of the brave and the bold,
And know the elite persona is the exactly the person your looking at in the mirror,
You will face that image and surge with an overwhelming shiver that “I am all I need to be,”
And “I don’t need to prove anything to anyone that knows even of the minute ounces of my accomplishments,”
Because That is just who you are and that is all you ever need to be, is YOU!!
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Sandcastles
Time through the hourglass falls at a rate of grains,
These subtle morsels of molecular stones that lay on the foundation of earthly stains.
Minute signatures of the past pressurized to crumble and seize.
The zillions of small building blocks can be molded entirely just for all to see.
Smoothed, blown, cut, dug, soaked, dried and spilt to design monumental pieces of weathered art,
That only tops a small iota of the surface time can be measured together or apart.
If the fingers shape and feel the creative aspects of nerve impulses,
Can resequence the entire perception that the Earth reveals in the summer solstice.
For the time that we seek to build our castle to strong and high,
Others tear down our dreams with a footstep in it’s side.
So build the blocks skyward and enforce with a splash of the ocean sea,
And cement the roots with a dry wet concoction all struts can hold and believe.
Because if we smooth the top layer to condense our mold,
Only seconds will fall slower which will affect the generations young and old.
Just know building a castle together with minuscule stones stacked in the sky,
Means any slated sandcastles with pounding waves pain-stakingly can survive!
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Rays of light pierce my soul and warm my minds delight,
And echo far beyond what my pupils can track,
And the darkness never matches a single
Iota in its celestial fight.
For the glance of ultra violet light,
Beholds a sense of the idiosyncrasies that I choose to lack.
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Whispers are battling with my soul’s delight,
Shining on half of my senses in time.
Mute the translation in its rhythm away from the drum beat in my mind.
What the micro vibratos may mean to this moment that festers down the long road,
A language that does
compute in my hard drive.
Thought processes cancel the overwhelming expanse of my lungs,
As each inhale and exhale folds and withers.
In that time the initial thought processes flood my minds eye,
And engulf every ounce of my being.
Which forces the beauty and semblance of my persona,
To parish into the oblivion unmistakably in the depths below.
The sea and sky only fall victim to the earth once in the rotation of the sun.
But all I figure in the voice that echos in my chambers eye,
Like sweet honey combs to my ears.
For if it challenges my courage,
Moves and pushes through the smoke and mirrors.
And begins to figure the apertures were the very essence of my humanity comes full circle.
On the edge of the years calculation of my absolute consecration in this world.
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If I didn’t reach out
or ask who you are,
Nothing would be bonded or even set.
Movements would be an afterthought,
and no names would I know.
If I didn’t send words through internet streams and into your domain,
Never would you have even spoken a language going my way.
Even the microscopic nuisances starving in play,
However without the question could not forget how to stay.
If things were communicated in a different function,
Nothing in my mind goes past a feeble point.
The system would inevitably set again in code,
And bits and bytes would not utter your phonemic name.
If I didn’t manage to live up to expectations,
Maybe facts don’t line up to a related verse.
Friendly or not the only way forward is talking to you about the life we challenge.
It’s not any kind of fake premonition or front,
Only the stories that fascinate our unequated minds.
If the numbers weren’t in the stars,
Then no hemispheres collided and your figment of the imagination,
would be lost in all translations.
And truly if not knowing you stems a loss so significant that will drag the soul into the shallows,
And strangle the breaths I tried to seek a glimpse of just a simple comedic expression.
Which eventually floods my mind with sensations and exasperations much how traveling to destinations unfolds.
And this, I would’ve never even known who YOU even were.
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When the ocean water is running over your ships hull,
And the ropes’ lengths are too short to grasp,
Thoughts plunge into your life’s vein,
With a sweet prayer that seems to disappear into semblance will never last.
No answers around as the eye’s vision sense,
And usually everyone who flights never was a friend to be.
The look you receive as you walk past the the iron gates,
Back-up severely lacking because of sipping the cup harmoniously.
Further down the holes black, steep and slipping slates.
The distance is farther and farther to straight sight,
And no Justice for the people who actually seem to even care.
But the darkness last, can sweeten if
You have to grit down, search the solar plexus’ unique form and oblique inhabited
Flight.
And once the garden is soiled and groomed,
Success becomes aplenty and the magician thrives rather than sink.
Be the one that fathers a sense of your better self,
For you need only those incredulous tools,
Don’t set your limits only can you
Burden, bend and blink.
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The sunset and the yonder
Or speaks I wish I ponder,
under the looking glass is always half full.
To the light the bends with spectrum,
O’er the shadows that fall to the ground,
And dwells the indigo blue skies,
Into the deep horizons fold far over the lull.
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Every Curve,
Solid, Straight.
Down steep alleys,
Never too Late.
Time, Shrinking,
May lose its sense.
Foolish some say,
Feelings, immense.
Genuine the tracks
Twists and Peaks,
Both sides of every fence, UNIQUE.
Predict things before
Fall into Shape.
Sweet somethings
And whispers,
Are all the answers you Seek.
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