Do not feel lonely or sad those tumultuous tides are over like a boulder the waves slammed our shoulders a rock with a heart planted on A shore made for two
EMBRACE MY DEAREST
these older ageless sun sets vesting in twilights keep appreciate the sands of time where living is Love life is hope a future of glory the glory that belongs to God.
We CAN talk the talk and walk the walk side by side across the vastness of water on Earth reaching out holding hands it's really like walking on water above supercool sand CAN you see it now Do you understand.
The sky was blazing fingers point at the distance of never concrete crumble rose petals puffs a big heart no more ashes only love Phoenix's rise in a silvered sky the Angels still sing from the olive branches our Doves they will never die.
Tik tock click glock a two edged blade the pendulum slits another cog flips an inch to the left a ear to the right everyone heard none exactly saw one die for another.
I am a feeble man with hopefull thoughts I face my gravestone THINKING of dead poets their words are restless and forever out there seeking those in need. There in silence in the still of the sight I RiP.
Where parallels collide one wallowing in the wind one slipping from the sun suffering in vain swarms over the eclipse where love survives over pain butterfly and moth are best left alone flying in the rain.
Today I saw a butterfly. flying in the rain what an inspiration a miracle me thinks? #trancending adversity #swarms over the eclipse
I am a feeble man with hapless thoughts I face my gravestone THINKING of dead poets their words are restless and forever out there seeking those in need. There in silence in the still of the sight I RiP.
I still remember the time I felt immortal I do remember the times I am immortal I believe in the dream I am immortal I do remember what and everywhere I am immortal when and everywhere I am loved by the ones who loved me back.
North, South, East, West. A bad brother automatically abused a drunk father fundamentally removed a twisted sister consciously refused a dead mother genetically re-used by people who eat people,. Kings and Queens of the Zombiglobe.
He writes of the spaces in between where few actually notice taking note of movements like blowing a whistle he nibbles on his quill observing shadows below his lantern.
Black bombs fly religious people lie sky scrapers cleric capers THOSE!!!! archaic papers rise here human dwelling must crumble and masses must die. WHERE ARE THEY GOING TO??????? in this barren space of Arabic land feet aimlessly plod the elderly pray widows wail orphans weep and babies cry on the order 1947 sacked from a place called heaven waves in a sandstorm 40 nights and 40 more.... THOSE!!!! ghouls are rotten to the core killing innocence and much, much more....
Where paths cross people meet some stay over for a while others disappear completely some staved the cane the rear view mirror was never a path to their aim.