Take a look outside and relay what you see
The rainbow, the dew, mountain and tree
We look at them, yes but try to look deeper still
There is beauty complexity and a purpose to fill
The glory of creation reflecting the creator
Beauty so divine nothing could be greater
Who can look at nature and not be moved?
Who can truly see and say God cannot be proved?
Everywhere I turn there is beauty and grace
It brings a tear to my eye and a smile on my face
In a society so focused on progress and speed
We lose so much of what we desperately need
We miss the signs, and miracles and wonders
That are there just waiting to be found
The beauty of creation our Lord in glory crowned
So dance in the sun and run in the field
In smelling the roses, God’s love is revealed
The rainbow a promise of forgiveness and light
The stars to guide us through the night
Everything in life so perfectly designed
To try to comprehend just blows my mind
So next time don’t just look, but truly see
The majesty, the splendor, the art of God’s glory

"Doth not all nature around me praise God? If I were silent, I should be an exception to the universe. Doth not the thunder praise Him as it rolls like drums in the march of the God of armies? Do not the mountains praise Him when the woods upon their summits wave in adoration? Doth not the lightning write His name in letters of fire? Hath not the whole earth a voice? And shall I, can I, silent be?"

- Charles Spurgeon

"God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars."

- Martin Luther

Lord thank you for the gift of nature and creation. So often, we are so preoccupied with life that we miss all that life and life in you has in store. Help us to see your fingerprints all over and have the childlike joy in the smallest things. Bless us Lord and open our eyes and hearts to not just look, but truly see your beauty and how much you mean to me. Amen

Great and mighty you claimed to be
And in this, in you, I believed
A savior from the love I know
Be me and the love that I hold
I can finally show

But all a lie it turned to be
How couldn't I see that Hades
Is who you'll turn to be
A trick, a lie, a mirage
A trick, a foony, a facade

Well I've decided, in Zeus I shall no longer be in need
For comfort in me, I shall seek.
No longer will I scour for a god
For I will be my own strength, my own gaurd.

Is it when two souls come together to unite or a drug that inhibits the mind, intensifying the senses of your heart combined.

An instinct that we crave to feel deeply emotionally attached.
Like oxygen we need to breathe, the removal of it deepens the need.

They say love is blind you can not see.
Is this the one who's captured me.

Minds in a daze lost in a maze.
Jolting you out of control, engulfing your body and soul.

Taking your hand alluring one in with that magical flute to captivate every inch of you.

You're lost in a trance enjoying the dance longing for it to last.
Increasing the desire not to drown out the fire.

Illusions of what we are led to believe.

Chemistry hits and that attraction exists, fireworks explode releasing pheromones, heightening the primal instincts inability to control the burning impulse.

Why is love inclusive and has many faces?

It's a basic human need; it's in our nature to proceed.

If I could ever be your love,
I would gladly miss that chance.
Loving you was a great feeling,
But not a great experience.

The wounds in my heart and
My body, that you gave,
Will always keep me out of love,
From you.

I guess love wasn't a thing between us,
But what was it?
Wasn't it love?
Didn't I love you?

Physically,mentally, theoretically,
practically, PAINFULLY,

I was all yours,
I became yours,
But you didn't had the same intention as me....
And thus,
If I could ever be your love,
I would gladly miss that Chance.

Not because I don't love you or,
Don't want to be with you, but
Love can never be forced and,
I understand that,
That you could never love me as I do nor even try to.


By arobeum(my pen name)

Soon season's truth
cruelly lingers, looms,
moves to darken daylit view;
as dusk encroaches, colors move,
hues reduced and trees left mute.

You cannot wish
or want or choose
wildflowers too
wont wilt where grew
as if futilely doomed
once winter wounds
will chill to ruin,
beauty we lose
illuminated only by
a cold white moon.

For springtime comes
and i swear to you
no matter what we knew
or became so used to
amidst the weeds
our heirloom seeds
still bloom anew–
if only wait,
I'll prove to you.

The early encroachment of
darkness arrived hand in hand
with the naked black fingers of the
tree limbs.

Those fingers married to
the unmuffled wind
which now gasped and screamed
in fits of vitality (like
some terrified animal fighting
a trap) as it scraped itself across the frigid
concrete and over
the stiff dry blades of yellow grass,
and echoed that awful moan
across each and every hard
unforgiving surface
so that it could find the window
of my dark bedroom.

My nine year old self, under covers
eyes staring at the soft edged
steely-colored ceiling shadows
of streetlight-cast venetian blind windowframe.

Tar colored shadows pooled in the crevices
between the greys
extending in feathery obsidian tentacles
like summer pond leeches.

The crying wind carries with it
a cacophony of disparate portent.

From the trainyards, the
deep dead Cello of the engines
burrowing deep into my soul
accented by the prison door slammings
of coupling cars, and the off key
bellowing of the air horns.

In the alley the clashing metal of trash collection
percussion overlaying the robotic-dinosaur call of the garbage truck.

Sirens piercing in the distance with
visions of blood and violence.

So alone, in the darkness in my mind
this lullaby of horror
Carries me into oblivion.

yeah I love you
you complete
with your harsh words
you defeat me
if i saw you
i'd fall to my knees
all in fear
i want to disappear
you're my everything
and for you
i'd do anything
i've done it all
babe, i've gone insane
you are godly
while i am inhumane