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Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:57 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

With every struggle there is a cost. With every cost there is a sacrifice. With every sacrifice there is an opportunity. Every opportunity there is a need. Letting the soul rest and bathe in the glory of the Lord will cleanse the sins of hypocrisy. The time is here and the team is now, retribution is the word of the day. Repugnant is the calling card of the weak and weary. Bless the day that is noiseless and cures the day that is loud. For the pain in between punishes the spirit for eternity
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

While we are mortal, we cannot live in fear

So let us charge headlong into the storm

Knowing in our hearts that it may be our undoing

But not this one and not today

For right now we are alive and

We will live life to the fullest

If not it is a wasted day
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

Time stands still when I notice you
Baited breath is what feel and need
The heaven’s part and you are there
Coming as God created with his splendor
Soft and supple draws attention from all
As you move through the fields of Elysium
Light and flowing are the wisps of your being
The cosmos pulls so strong hard to ignore
Our souls stirring in the wind to last forever
Fate is our friend and it always will be
Divine Intervention
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:55 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

God knows me, we meet all the time, we met in a very innocuous way
Not limited by the rules and searching for the answer that I sought
Wondering why nobody understands that we live in a metaphysical world
Devine is the book and divine are the lies and divine are the host and the wine
Splendor and grandeur with gold, frankincense, and myrrh the king is anointed
The Maji have gone and Herod was wrong, for his orders quickly were gone
Lucifer was bold and eventually fell suggesting the fruit the days in the desert didn’t go well
The supper was good and Judas was bad and pilot did the best with what he had
With pain and the rise and the was set free, the time moving forward affected me
The Father, The , and The Holy Ghost were central to me and was presented as the Trinity
So when we meet, and have to declare, the gates of heaven will always be there
Live life for the good and for the bad, remember and learn kindness is the plan
Believe it or not, the battle is won, and all of us are beholden to just one
Morning Commute
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:54 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

Time will tell the fair from the foul and the right and the righteous ending in glory
The nest empties and the feeling gives way as the soul shaves away the minutes
The bond forged out of the earth revels in the birth of the day and kisses the sky
Time for the seasoned warrior is as fair as the spirit of the nature of today
For revealed is the power and the worth, forgiving the day’s reward and spoils
Accepting the turmoil and the love which cannot be projected, harkens the past
One cannot be tasked or beholden to the feelings of the world and the masses
Bright is the caring and dim is the doubt which fortifies the meaning of the soul
Days are gone for the longing of now, for the future grows out of the earth
The willing and the want will rear its ugly head and shape the winding path
The spirit and the ghost crossover to the light, hoping for the shadows to return
Hiding between the corners and the lines shape shifting as a smile and a frown
The cover is plain and the fire behind, lays doubt in the fairness never to be realized
Hope for the path to bear the fruit of the willing finds hardship at every turn
Most of the day will be shrouded in inequality and shame, teasing and laughing
The end is near and the heart is full of the torrid and tumultuous expression of life
Out of the Fire
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:51 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

Time is the destiny of spirit and souls once tarnished and a broken vow

Moving through the mediocracy of the weeks and days culminating in the now

The die being cast and plans laid about, feel the chill and smell of Autumn in the air

The color of ivory against the rust and reds call for ghosts to bless and honor the pair

The winding of the road and the pitch of the path made for forks of trial and shame

The long summer flow left the future unknown while the devils and ghouls made their name

Up hill and around lent to trudging abound making stories and tales come to life

The time and the trust and rebuilding a must made the journey filled often with strife

Opportunity knocks and the distance was grand. Lonely nights were often and plenty

They passed by and the time grew great in size, but the rendezvous were short but many

Fate played a hand in the course we would take and the universe finally came to our aid

Together in place presents a path we will make for our love will be gracious not afraid

For the promise that we made to be true for all days will be celebrated year after year

The pledge that I make and the pact that have is to bless the union when both far and near

As the souls and the stars frolic throughout the night they for a moment give way to the light

The dawn is teasing, showing its fight, as our love will grow forever and always be right
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:50 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

The tempest and the temptress followed a similar destructive path seeking devastation

The howl and the bluster come early in the night, as the kindness feels the frustration

Looming and strong, boasting power and rank, the swirl and the wind sheering the past

The approach is a blessing for in time it will pass, cowering and shuttering must be very fast

The breath of the dragon and the heat of his flames, shower brimstone over the head

The cinders and ash paint the mural of the day, treating all of the living and the dead

The roar and the fury send a sign of the day, calling for the mercy and value of life

The swelling and the crashing of the beach and the waves is a beauty known only as strife

The bending and breaking the snapping of limbs litter the heart and the mind’s eye

The souls of the chosen and those who are damned are challenged to live out a lie

For the doomed will be judged and the day now has come, before this all comes to a rest

With their shiny white suits and floral prints, deceiving their host with their Sunday best

Time with the sinners and being part of the hoard, has made them a choice that is clear

The herd will be thinned and the faint will be lost but the pure will make it through without fear

The leaves have been settled, waves lap the beach, making nice through eye of the storm

The path that we take and the choices we make will see us through as the fury reforms
My Girl
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:49 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

Skin deep is what the magazines and movies say, but beauty runs much deeper

If you knew how beautiful you really were, your cost would be much cheaper

The way you love and the way you care are what beauty cannot hide

The patience and the tolerance you show and the loyalty you abide

Whether deep in skin or in the soul your beauty just shines through

It is in your touch and in your words that make me love and always admire you

Age is but a number attempting to box in your wonder and amazement within its walls

Your spirit and resounding splendor flatten the lines, making the shackles fall

Your beauty has no form and it is not defined at all, it is an illusion which can confine

The core of any shining star is a power that when released is so bright that it blinds

You are beautiful inside and out and your impact on one and all is so strong

You are unique and are like no other, your world sees you, and the mirror is wrong

No matter the lines or the curves or the tint or the flash your beauty will never pass

From the day we met and till the day that I die I see your beauty but it is our love that will last

You shine like your smile and charm with your words, you are the woman of my dreams

You are mine for now and forever more and you will always bring me to my knees
Sundays Best
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:47 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

The singing of the song, from the horses of the sea, fall flat in the din of the dark night

The casting of whimsey make puddles in the wind, as the moon slowly shifts to the right

The calling for arms and the break of the day, bring doe headed babes to the front

The sire of the infancy and the keeper of thoughts, promise all that you need and you want

Moving forward in perpetuity and searching for the light, brings out all frightened little ones

The brethren and the fools of one, prepare for the final dance and sacrifice to be done

Awkward is the servitude with all the chains and balls about, the bane of certainty abounds

When those who choose another path taking a different route, avoiding the agile Hell Hounds

Forlorn and upturned the gander is gone, how nice it is to understand their unmistakable sound

The grinding of the souls of old and accepting souls of new, sulk heavily as they slowly drown

Dust and bones set in time add context to the brew, the ones are recognized join also the stew

They bathe and wash, the sinners standing in the que, waiting to pay the ferry man to cross the river too

Through the flames of the tortured myth of patrons we call saints, the washing stripping definitely informed their fate

Sitting on benches with eyes to the sky as bloody hands and deeds of doom leave conflict in its proper place

The end of days, the end of time ring loudly in the air, for the angels have made their final flight with dissention in the air

For darkness, blame, and misery who missed their time to be, take solace in their fateful night that someone will finally care
Old Smokey
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

Alone in thought the mountain sang with the conviction of the pious contention within

Shaded only by the blind side of the trickled tears and the gouges that he will wear

Hard is the granite of the mind and the bedrock of the soul which is worn on his face

The grappled impatience and mired enthusiasm seem to always languish in the wind

Powerful and strong is playing at the core but the façade of shale is less desired

The sun kisses the face and licks the time as the seasons bring on their open fury

Growing slowly within for all of days draws insight from the bellows below

To stoke and tend, to feed the beast, will make belly hungry, desired, and warm

With caps of snow and lines of age, the healing has begun, short are the days we know

Lighting the stone and throwing a fit, will map out the intention of the new day

It is time to move up and out, for the old has said its piece, sad for what’s to come

With baited breath and waited want the old man states his case for the last time

The struggle ends in a roar of eternity and a glimmer of hope, what we have waited for

He rolling tide and the dragons breath take notice and offer their say, muted no more

The shake and shimmy and the bellow of now find pleasure in the calmness of the day

How lovely is the serenade pouring compliments all around, false promises abound

As night evades the tribal dance and the celebration now at hand, fleeing on its stead

The whisper of the tournament and the glory of the day have concluded with the reign
Fall From Grace
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

In the time of dire need the pathway will appear, the direction will show its face

Rough and rugged and more challenging than most will surely challenge your pace

As darkness falls and the time is still the travel will prevail, be slow and steady

Ascending is a challenge made to distract you from the prize, thinking you are so ready

The air gets thin and the sky makes way but the clouds obscure your view

On top you look and walk around wondering why there is nobody but you

You realize the task was not the climb but how you cannot fly

The leap of faith you will have to take will be something you must try

You close your eyes and you take that step, waiting for what’s to come

You feel the breeze and hear the roar, feeling lighter and more wholesome

Your soul screams out to tell your tale, about the lives surprised

A different time and story lines seem ready to be defined

A fall from grace, you pick up pace, and the falling is almost done

You open your eyes and realise now, the prize is the dream you have just come from
Out of the Ashes
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:44 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

The sour and bitter edge of the executioner’s sword has a sweetness of justice and truth

The razor cut and the humidity of the afternoon play effortlessly with the din of the youth

The falling of the chosen few are gloating in the wind, as the ravel swallows the gift of time

The pour to earth and drips sublime take the unusual tact making the masses see the sign

Spirit and soul meander as if to please when really the test is how they languish in the breeze

Many times, the of cards are stacked in such a way, that the bluster performs just like a tease

The growing fields of Elysium will teem with grain of gold begging for the afterlife to take a hold

The freedom from the consciousness and the challenge of refrain will mostly be the story told

Far reaches of the cosmic voice, the message of the day, lie dormant in the ashes ready to stay

Roots will grow and pleasure found as we exercise the day, the right and wrong always at play

The stable of time and healing of wounds will press powers at be, but the wrath pertain

The fields of hope and the sands of time play hooky with the changing days promising reign

Forced to love and accept the fools party on the plains, triumphant is the hand of God

Absolute in power, honor, and fame cause the one who serves to create the fog

With all obscured and faint of heart cause a longing that will erase the good for all

The phoenix flares and the birth begin and a day of new is something that recalls

But the violent path which lays ahead will twist and turn and sometimes scheme

The reality of the journey and the challenges untaught beg for a different noble theme
True Colors
Posted:Sep 21, 2021 6:42 pm
Last Updated:Dec 9, 2021 3:46 am

Washed with color illuminating the starkness and uncertainty, knowing the end is in sight

The brilliance of all of the shades, rests with the knowledge the rebirth of souls, a given right

The color breathes in the desperations of the newly formed day, exhaling to believe it to be true

Powerful and motivating the ones who doubt the veracity and will travel and seek out the view

Too many times prevarication is the color of the day, making it difficult to discern the right path

The journey is slow and unexplored, trailblazing and forging a new way with unexpected wrath

Watching the branches and stumps, affirms the understanding that wild things are wild not tame

Seeing the light up ahead, with cautious and guarded enthusiasm and a wondering about faith

The sunshine and the rain would complement the splashing and rolling the waves as they break

The tides and the lies keep the peace throughout the daily punishment of the white sand beach

Slowly kissing the fair haired siren over and over until it reclaimes as far as the water can reach

Washing the hopes and of the traveled, creating a memory that will intertwine with circumstance

When lost and scared the structure of certainty will be on full display as the minutes pass

Alert and awake are the cries of the weary, this is the time for action and accomplishment

For those who fall behind will be ravages by the spectres and ghouls, as they are sent

The time has arrived and the plan must executed, so that the lemmings can find their way

Haberdashery has pointed to the white, black, and grey, sewn from the souls and dreamers

As the light rears its head slowly and pronounced, the forest and the glen provides pleasers

The dew makes it way and the petals suck in the warmth, on this special springtime

Walking slowly to say goodbye , the miracle happens again and again, till next time

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