Allow my skin to be as white as lily petals smooth to the touch and the eye.
Allow my cheeks to be splattered with warm honey drops.
Let my lips be as a dusky rose as the last rays of the sun touches its tips.
Let my hair be long and brown with sun kissed tips as a tall willow tree, with golden rings.
Allow my eyes to be bright and green as the leaves collect the stray drops from the mighty waterfall reflecting the light of day.
Let my nose be proud and dainty, as a chess piece that stands proud and tall as it has won its victory.
Let my breath be sweetly scented as the blossoms that announce Spring.
Let my spine be as straight as a 90 degree angle resembling as perfectly built wall.
Let my legs stand firm in place and only fall to their knees before the creator of all.

My breath is continuously held,
Waiting to be released.
For when I see your face.
The wind will be knocked out of me.
The drums will begin to play.
The vines will begin to tighten.
The frog will get their tongues tied together as they shoot out to catch the insect flying by.
The blinkers will be put on the horses so that all they can see is you.
The air will thin out to the point where the stars will begin to flash before my eyes.
The sun will shine brightly,
And thee wind will caress me with its gentle fingers.
When the time has come,
I will know,
You are the one.

I'm surrounded by Your presence,
Engulfed between Your hands.
Teased by Your scent.
I walk within Your paradise,
Continuously surrounded by the scent of French Vanilla.

How easy we fall....
    Succumming to the lies that we tell ourselves.
        Walking with our heads held high....
             Only to step straight into the traps layed down by our enemies...
                    How easy it is to step back into our own traps....
                          Returning to the old habits of keeping everyone at bay....
                                 Watching as those take a leap of faith,
                                      Walking upon the waters....
                                          Running towards their carefully selected paths.
                                             How easy it is to give into the bubbling hatred
                                                 allowing it to escape through open                    
                                                    doorways....
                                                       Forgetting that words are like flaming
                                                          arrows that target the heart.
                                                            Before the shattered pieces can reach
                                                              the mind, the opinion is made.
                                                                 the emotion cannot be changed.

If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.

He has the acumen to charm
His words don’t reveal his mind
With your emotions he plays with skill
He is a charmer deft in his art!

He preaches what he doesn’t practice
His craft hides from you his real face
In his life he has never given peace
Never brought one soul happiness!

His art keeps the audience enthralled
His songs make the listeners sway wild
But in him is a devil installed
He is farthest from innocence of a child!

What he shows to you is the husk
You never get to see the real face
A charmer his art is a mask
In life he **** cares goodness!