Love is now
it does not measure with the past

Love is timeless
it knows neither profit nor loss

Love is precious
it does not wrong anyone

Love is nonviolent
it does not harm anyone

Love is free
it does not hope for later

Love is now

through
mercy and compassion of
our lord
who
has endowed me
with
special talents
a gift
received through God
for
all to see
and
become
the vessel
thus
i spread my wings
to serve
the
almighty
forever and ever
obey the will of God

“If your fears are constantly focused on the future.. how can you live in the present moment to create the life you desire?”

What matters is what you put out now,
What you live for at this very moment.

Everything else will all align with
your frequency & settle in place.

Remember that everything & everyone
else is “you” pushed out.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry for leading you on and repeating it. I’m sorry for allowing your feelings to bask in the sunlight of my deceit while playing the strings of false hope with my tongue that produced lies as the tunes of our make-believe love-guitar just to get under your clothes. I’m sorry that I kissed your lips without intending to kiss your soul. I’m sorry that I said I love you when I didn’t mean it and for engaging you  without engaging  guilt . I’m sorry I promised forever when I knew there was no beginning; and I hate myself for knowing that I started a chapter in a book not worth writing. I’m sorry for saying “yes” when I meant “no” and saying “come when I meant “go”. I despise that I was too immature to let you pass by and I frown at myself for not turning my “hi” into a “bye”. To every girl I’ve played before: I’m sorry.

I wrote a poem about love
I'm too scared to share
Lest the reader gets jealous
And jinxes my lover
I wrote a poem worth stealing
But I'm protective of it
I'll not have your observant gaze
Look beyond the words and into my life
Rather you accuse me of lies
Than to tamper with my truth
I'm possessive
Of my love
He's for my eyes only
.
You
.
Can have this instead

The ravenous,
Beastly harlot
With the many arms
And many horns
And the tongue of
Honey and silver
Is not at all
Tamed.

She is simply
s l u m b e r i n g

All you need to do
To wake her
Is lean close
To my ear
And whisper,

"Now."

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