love Metaphor 

I have tasted the bitter, sweet and sour , sure tasted neither wrong or right but just as life felt exactly…
I miss the softness of your silk white sheets of blissful affection, kindness and warm passion

I have pricked and licked the sore openings of the leaved gates, so I also miss your sweet tender caress…

I have missed coffee moments where we sit in a single chair to share muses of truths and instructions, all these always felt better than living ordinary 

I know you are Spirit and I human, but how you choose to give sweet ecstasy to my mortality and worship to your divinity is beyond the justice my words could ever give…

It’s for this and many desires that I aspire to ascend beyond the limits of my self conjured clouds, to visit the highest firmaments where your most divine presence gives sweet eternal essence to my very soul!

400 Miles

400mile pic

400 miles; a walk in path not an aisle 
Yeah Eyes can see; ears can hear 
Good tidings to fill their void

No retreats, no surrender!
A match forward only...
Like foot soldiers for the cross not just our cause 
We do a few to save some more; We do some more to save a few

400 lives, a walk in path to  ease their hurts 
You give some smiles to fix some lives 
To be saviors in a dieing world 
A world so wide yet so nigh, 
Not far at all but right across...

400 souls, we know we care!
We glide and fly, grease and grace 
Like angels to wanton souls 
A life of bliss, truly divine 
This we have but time is key!

Motivate, captivate , activate 
Make a soul...
vine makers and keepers
We Keep the vine not the wine 
For it's No meat and drink but great life and power 
through love and hope

400 miles,a walk in path; no length of some aisle 
Make a soul!

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Under the cherry blossoms, we sat and spent cheerful nights like lovers and friends do

We drank to stupor the most red of wines from life’s vineyard

Our hearts raced to thoughts of love, war and death behind

We were alone yet surrounded by our own very fears and doubts

Doubts of the truth about the life beyond and after

But history will be faithful to our memories

Because acts of love and care will live through the sands of time

Under the clouds of our own heaven we sat, we spent the night starring into the reflections of galaxies beyond

Questions were unanswered as we made for the knives that would slit our throats

None new what words to say to allay the fears that gripped our souls like the hands of a drowning soul unsaved

Beneath those clouds we were when we heard the sounds of an orchestra and the works of brass instruments

 Beating the drums of our ears, like redemption song, the melodies and harmonies, irresistible!

This has been a reverie mixed with true life’s experience yet laced with uncertainties

Uncertainties that make for difficulty in allotting to it the right nomenclature

Under my sheets of love I slept and my cogitations gave birth to unending worrisome dreams

Dreams aching to be realities, yenning for a transfiguration show

We were still beneath the sheets of blossoms, when knives were drawn and throats slit!


Grace to grace

This time I’ll tell a little story about my recent, it’s been indecent as though I pissed off a regent in a grueling struggle to wriggle free from the unseen but felt tight fisted grip of pain, self-inspired and caused like a function of a curse on me. I lost my voice; my fingers were broken off the grip of my pen, my vision impaired and my skin wrinkled in instants less than I could tell.
Holes in my pocket, sourness in my mouth, yet to nurse my bleeding heart, bruises from friends turned foes overnight as well as retardation on my drive way to grace and faith. The rains felt like hail stones, like falling fired coals and my sun became darkened as though Revelation’s tribulations came to my window’s view, yet I kept a name that reminded me how gracious the watcher singled me out.
In all, offending nature, gods and earth, I passed through the valleys of death’s shadow, I saw hell’s gate with my very eyes alone without angels to wing me away to any place in my wish for paradise!
However, I saw mercy and compassion by the Watcher, a lover, a savior and forgiver. He came upon the wings of dawn in my disdain and depression, he touched my parched tongue and it felt like ice cubes in the desert on my skin.
If I make my bed in the deep, if I hide on the far sides of the earth, if I rise on the wings of dawn, if I settle amongst beasts and drown beneath the depths of the sea,
you there when I awake from sleep, you’re there when my tears ceaselessly flow, you’re my worship, you’re my song, my voice, my passion, my life and light!
‘’Day by day, you’ve ordained, written in your word before i came to be, full of wonder, fearfully made, you set my heart in motion before i came to be’’
You took me from the low green grasses to graces taller than the palms; wider and bigger than the cedars, I‘ll stay with you. I’ll wear patience as trinkets; I’ll be yours always and never deviate from thy light!

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