An Honest Fate Immaculate Chapter 6 A Poetic Prose Stream Of Consciousness Effort

Brogue down, beaten up, yes, chartreuse, black and purple handed down to me my face. Grappling I'm not yet crippled; my soul lay opened, amenable, amendable, willing now; desiring only for this one conviction; yes Creator; the full charity of Your Mercy.

Touched by this I was also though back in the day. Though nary I know the way it went. My joy it left me in My Hate.

Consumed I became like an angry wind; by Someone, Something Else. Yes, but I too believe as well and consider this today to be ultimately by the allowance of the Merciful; outstretched Hand of our Creator. Duly Abiding by His Word, in Faith. So I offer this one exclamation to Him Hoping for nothing greater or less than this result. As I say for another Time: "Okay Creator" You have my attention now; I am listening!"

Looking now the frost once thick, crisp; driveling down beading up upon the many Grassy Shoots, the Tulips, the Lavender Flower. The mighty Pines now reflecting a Dewy vapor.

Refreshing to the touch, taste. Tender hues of virtue mirroring the innocence of this, glistening. Upholding all things, in their Timelessness.

Yes, this is proof that "life" is ever-evolving; hope offers this proposal: Questions often posed; answers granted remain open. Because I believe Peace and Freedom this way friend are Forever Evolving. While Love all Year around, it awaits, pondering this; as it deliberates.

Like glistening crystal pools of alabaster sands, scented up Diaper; dusty Talcum Baby, Baby Powder. So endearing, yes; this is funny contentment privy, so-privy. I love the way Newborns; Their Eyes tend to wander away within themselves as they Coo, all Jovial, and Warm. Surrounding all they know of our Creator, and of themselves and all life within the wake of the Room.

The birth of Enlightenment a burst of individuality in every glance. I can't today but maybe you, tell me now God is a farce. Remaining kindle to the kind less; and still; towards the kinder.

The same way you learn you abide if when able first you are given the chance. I know this baby here coming today knows. As the Rains fall Moments slip on by the Poor and Wealthy. Yes, because faithful, life is good, Bartering nothing; offering everything.

Because I'm being made aware, yes "Hate" within itself, Defiled, Defaulted; I know now lies down Infinitely Inflamed. Forevermore spilling over, spouting out to all the putrid shroud and doubtfulness of its growing fear; its venom.

"As still, it is my Greater Hope for you; that you'll come to know also, yes, and find this all to be true."

As such it remains and so it's applied and so acquired. Seemingly you find yourself never completely being able to shrug off its Fiery Eyes. Yes, and when able to look, when (H)onest, (O)pen-minded, and if you are (W)illing to remain this way. You'll find as well it is Always Reflecting your own to Another never the wages or truth of Its Own Greater Sins; of Indifference.

Beauty, what is beauty? So defined for me myself it is my zest I know now for our Creator and for all of this life today. Yes, this is all the quiet reflections of the lovesome, the generous welcome of the artful. Who splash their passion upon the canvas and are all consistently willing to allow for the rest of the paint, to drip all wilful like. Like they would be bleeding, from their hands, from the hopeful tips of their fingers, from the fulness of their hearts, and minds, from the brokenness of their will pouring our upon the page from their quill.

Yes, because I believe when Roads Two Cross One Another the Ground there is Always Common. One running parallel with the other. At least I feel it is then supposed to be no matter what the fret is, or the drama, or condition, or whatever else throughout the day may occur or wherever each may desire to still journey.

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Yes, you know I never thought the day would get here. You know days they often come at the expense of another; like when we were caught by your Pa, first dandling our feet in the murky puddles when we were younger, then now rolling around under the covers. Yes, we're having a baby today.

That day I told your Pa I was smitten taken by you and I loved you he nearly hit me though he probably wouldn't admit it — He's a Respectful man I'm sure glad that He didn't. This all would have been an honor to take that punch, because love you, I do, and; also, I love him, truly as I always have, because he loves you.

I would have taken this punch even given the fact, of being perceived by-him at first gander of standing naked before him and you. Feeling very obtuse, and quite in the wrong in his eyes if not entirely. And the fact of being as scared of his brawn and report; as I once was. Well, then He looked honored by the resolve written on my face. There was no dispute from abroad his flurried fury was sustained. Yes, His "chi" today is all pooped out. Look at him now, just pacing out there probably, such a good man really.

I mean I'm sure its hard to let go of the one you love to the inexperienced care, and protection of another; having been the caretaker for so long.

Immaculate the principal, yes, wondrous one hand washing the other as such and so this is the same truth I feel now with parenthood. This looks like I'll have to do this someday with this one coming here today also. Yes, I can only hope.

Our Creator I believe, being in charge of all of our blessings and luck. I'll learn in time to be just as gracefu as Him, and our good Father.

Which I figure was what was running through his mind. He knew that when I said this. That I aimed to marry you, and to provide, and to protect, I guess because of this effort, and because of standing upon this foundation with, his daughter, as well as with him. He found me worthy; warm tears filling his eyes. He might have wished we would have waited, but it hasn't been a discussion since, you know? Yes, and I aim to keep it that way. Best of friends we are now. I'm hoping to be soon with him too, yes, for a long time. I need him; seeing what I've been taught already melded together within the dear soul of you.

You yes this precious woman reared on up from within the honest heart of this gracious man. Yes, I'm so proud to be your lover; and your friend, and comforter; the father of your child.

Yes, and I know I could learn the best of all of this! Yes; a lot about even more of these things from him.

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Yes, our Creator's Love is unconditional, and being a big old grump myself sometimes. Yes, a big old grizzly; without my coffee, its the treasure for me so very hard to come by in this world, today.

Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural freedom of rhyme, and the certain reverence stirring in the spirit of a home that lives only for this, one pure reason.

Seen now and viewed in the joyous, likeness of the orange and red-brown and yellow of an ever-felicitous leaf blowing free in the ease of the wind. Yes, and knowing the sound of a new hope rising to greet the greener grasses; thriving amid the perfect beauty; growing in plain view of the other side of the morning. Stirring in the depths of your heart and the well, of your soul. Riding high atop the puffy white clouds above, billowing up to greet the light of Heaven.

Yes, those temporary, yet ever wonderful things. Like the birds chirping fondly and the gentle sounds of my toddlers' laughter, and slippery wet little kisses, given by the tender lips of an angel. As you hear a violent shouting wake up, wake up and a rap tap tapping, on Heaven's bedroom door. As then you've awakened, yes you are all awakened yet again! Then, you get right up and you step up onto a buzzer toy, woe, oh boy, oops, wow!

Then, you slip and stumble to the challenge of not spilling the coffee, and you dance once more with your lovely daughter in the kitchen. Leaning over to straighten up graciously, her Sweet Grandmother's picture. As she smiles as you spill it and yell "oh no!" tenderly.

Then you ask your good wife if she could grab the morning paper.

Yes, like that freaky tone of a squeaky wet balloon, and the ongoing run of happy little giggles that fill the air.

Rising up to new heights in the pool underneath the glory of the Summer Sun. As your young son splashes chlorine water in your face and cup. And so is love the prize in all its authenticity. A true and raw emotion, boldly running, and wildly shouting:

"Hey!" "Those certain conditions and ultimatums are just fine, but don't you dare take my morning coffee!"

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