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Aaron Combs Jul 2016
My Lady:


Oh, can you dance, can you dance strong
until everything below turns into pure gold?
And do you see this precious sunrise as a gift to all of us?
         Do you number the sound of the whistles in the wind?
     For I have a year more to love, to breathe, to see life with you.

My dear, my dear do you see that everything
is filled with new power and new strength?
Would you hold onto my voice
like I hold your hand and feel forgiven?
Before every desire falls from my lips,
do you know how to run free?
 For I have the melody of life & second chances
engraved into my hands.

Can you hope - against the teeth of wolves
that encircle our own feelings?
 Will you fall upon your knees when heaven forgets your voice?
So when you lose hope and strength,
you will find me again and again.
For I found the power that destroyed
death so that you can see everything new.

Do you know how to love,
like the endless numbered stars?
Will you write His promises in your heart
so that you can always hold on?
               So when nothing makes sense and
            all desires fades, we will rest in adoration.
For everyday the angels are taught
 how to describe His great love for us.

So behind the winter rains and winter season,
we can dance into the sunlight time after time.
Until the moonlight falls by
        will you sing with me until we touch the sky?
  Jul 2016 Aaron Combs
SøułSurvivør
Poets DO have issues!
Poets are insane!
We have a different record groove,  
We have a different grain!

We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!

(chorus)
Poets hear their colors,
Poets see their songs,
Poets touch the music notes
They taste to sing along!

We wear t-shirts in 10 feet of snow
Coats in sunny climes!
We have no sense of timing
'Cept when we write our rhymes!

We go out in stormy weather
When it's clement we stay in!
We eat pizza in the morning
Write limericks on a whim!

(chorus)

We are calm when life gets frustrating
Mad when things go well!
Write rants when times are blissful
And sonnets when it's hell!

We travel to the Moon and back
Wear Stardust in our hair
We know the very Cosmos
Sitting in our chair!

Our pens they scratch a tympany
Our pages plumb the depths
Of profound Pacific trenches
Or drown in puddles wept...


We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!

Poets hear their colors!
Poets see their songs!
Is that so ridiculous?
Folks, is that so wrong?

Poets hear their colors
The colors of the heart!
Come and see this song with us

Let your mind fall apart!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/10/2016
I'm speaking strictly for me actually...
But can anyone else do this sing-along?

Lol! Thanks for reading!

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  Jun 2016 Aaron Combs
Lunar
You would be my sculpture.
I'd spend hours on you.
Your face had taken shape,
Your neck was molded new.
I formed your pale legs,
My clay perfect for the fit.
For days I worked on your torso,
For days I only patiently did sit.
Solidifying was real quick,
And I had to be careful.
You could break if mishandled,
I needed to be gentle.
You still had your eyes closed,
So I kissed your dry lips.
But you still couldn't hold me well,
Despite your arms around my hips.
And so I carved your hands,
And caressed them in mine,
Then finally you entwined our fingers,
At last we held back time.
To koreen and her Dearest.

An artist would make art out of the one dearest to her/him, and missing them would supply the will to finish the piece. But no matter how many sculptures, paintings and sketches I do, they can never compare to the real you. One day, I believe, you will hold my hands, and for that time to be the golden seconds of my life, I will not loosen my grip and let go.
Aaron Combs Jun 2016
There was a dream. A dream of a
long road that led to
a rock. Beside the rock was a
snake and the pigeon
were meeting there,
the hummingbird
and crocodile were
resting before the grass,
and darkness was behind
us.

The hills were flat
and the deserts was covered in roses.
The land was filled with animals of
every kind in perfect unity surrounded
by a lights of beauty and wonder filled all
along the rivers and trees, calming the
world with grace and glory and awe.

My mother were there and father,
my friends some which at a time
were my enemies, and my people
gathered waiting for me.
I was home. I was home.

The eternal honey from the rock,
poured upon our feast,
love and light overwhelmed
the atmosphere.

In turn, fear's face was crushed,
tears and pain was a forgotten memory,
illness and disorder was alien, and the colors
of seven thousand rainbows danced in the air.

The surface of music sounded so perfect,
flowers sung around our yards and
rivers of waters between our mansions that we lived in,
and perfect praise was upon our lips.

We were robed in glory and our hearts magnified
the living Lord, our thoughts were pure,
and our bodies were perfectly whole.
My house was filled with glory and perfect love,
perfect love. I was home.

Then I saw fire which echoed
the sound of the world before the room
where the Lord stood, and there was chaos
in the land before where He heard the Earth's cries.

The movement, and passion of the Lord's
tears filled this one room, and brought me
in such distress, what room was this?

I heard people's homes were torn apart by rage and
hatred, men were slaughtered and women
ravaged, echoes of countless babies
tore through the Lord's heart.
The sound of curses stung his eyes,
and rebellion ripped his veins,
we heard the devil's laughter,
and people worshiping evil.
The Lord wept.

I shouted, "Lord what can we do, we must
do something, is there something we can do?"

He said nothing.

And the river of blood in his eyes, filled
with such compassion and heavy warmth,
almost like honey.

He held my hand, and then finally
replied, "I sent my only son to save the world,
for how I love them, so that
no one may fall but have an everlasting life . "

And then suddenly I woke up with
His tears in my eyes.

Filled with perfect love, I arose
from my bed. I ran outside
picked up a rock
headed toward that road.
This is a poem I have kept hidden for sometime, it is my jewel. Now I feel it is time, thank you for comments! :D Hope it's a great joy! :D
  Dec 2015 Aaron Combs
lionheartlion
My mind keeps seizing me into a corner.
Forces me to fantasize of what it will be like to see you again,
How beautiful and freeing it will be.
To know your touch and smell again that I've  longed for so long.
To know your sweet demeanor and love.
All I want in this universe is to know you once more,
To be your tum again in the sun.
Please come home, for home is wherever I'm with you.
  Nov 2015 Aaron Combs
SøułSurvivør
I have been daydreaming my dream.
Can I tell you what that is?
Standing on a stage in front of a
supremely silent crowd as I
speak of my heart. My life.
My God.

JESUS CHRIST.

This after performing the most
righteous (hippie slang for awesome) music. Music I have
written and SO long to share with
the world.

I have been preparing for this
all my life. Even though I was raised
an atheist. I've had this dream to
stand up for something of the
greatest impact, importance
and beauty.

I had this dream of
Jesus Christ returning you see.
When I was 10. I know His Spirit
has never left. But He will
return ******

I DREAMT THIS BEFORE I EVER
READ THE BIBLE OR WENT TO
CHURCH. He came to me in this
dream. On a white horse and the
Host behind Him. From the clouds
they rode in pure GLORY!

I could not see His face. But I sure
heard His voice. Which said;

"Cathy. I'm coming back.
You and your family
have to be READY".

Maybe you are an unbeliever.
But can you see how I would feel
as I do? Also go to the site search engine. Type in "Salvation Story
by SoulSurvivor". If this testimony
doesn't move you nothing will.
I want to share with the world
how Jesus Christ literally saved
my life. What better way than
with music? The universal
language.

I have a dream. Of megalithic
angels standing around the stadium.
People in AWE! Not of me.
Of God.

My message?

No more war.
LOVE.
REPENTANCE.
LEVELING OF PRIDE.

FORGIVENESS.

I believe that God would not
have put this in my heart if He
didn't want to, at least, allow me
to TRY!

I have a dream. That i was broken.
Then completely healed.
In my BODY, MIND and SPIRIT.

For 20 years God has been
leveling my pride. It needed it.
For 10 I've been writing
poetry, music and songs.

Now it's time.

My music will be released on
YouTube and Soundcloud
next month. The links announced.

I figure if you're gonna dream...

DREAM BiG.

Notice the little i in the middle of
BiG? That's ME. If I get a big head
the weight of it will make me fall.

Will you support me? PRAY.
Send good thoughts skyward.
I'll need every last one.

Thank you!

♥ Catherine
I'm sure sorry that I have been absentee from the site.

I have been working on this music
plus caregiving 3 people. One named
Melody (62) who just had reconstructive surgery on her right wrist. My mom Vivian (83) who is practically bedridden. And my father
Clint (90) who is almost completely deaf and losing his memory.
I need respite. They now need to go to a nice assisted living facility. But
right now the finances will not allow.
Please pray for them, too.
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