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The best is yet to come to pass;

Yet, each and every day

in looking back, I do recall

How far I've really come, in all:

A testimony to display

of what has yet to come my way...

A patient and a longing man:

That was my yesterday...

From the ashes burned, I rose.

And I manifest the prose:

'The past does not define a man;

But power in his spirit can! '

Let the inner fight be won

in every precious day.

Cleave not unto my tempest years,

and all associated fears...

But, rather seek to watch and pray

and turn my darkness into day!

Happiness and joy I'll sing

until my dying day...

And on into eternity

as I shall live eternally!

My Winter sleep awakes in Spring,

and truth and light with me I bring!
A breeze in her hair,

as shes unaware,

reveals her complexion;

most modest and fair!

Her marvelous scent,

though she never mean,

could spark a desire

of noble intent!

Her innocent eyes,

while to her surprise,

invite a connection

where destiny lies!

It's seen from the start.

The signs all impart

that beauty's a fire

that burns in her heart!
The first recognition began a tradition

of love

in the autumn divine.

A season that renders magnificent splendors

began

with the autumn divine.

It filled me with awe
wherein first I saw

my love

in the autumn divine.

A happy surprising: Felicity rising

springs forth

from the autumn divine.

A passionate ember had blazed that November

for her

in the autumn divine...

A flame that burns long,
and since has been strong,

was lit

in the autumn divine.

The inner commotions of all my emotions

remind of

the autumn divine:

I love her most dearly, and honor her yearly

while during

the autumn divine.

It always will be
most precious to me

to pass through

the autumn divine.
In the meadow of wheat
dances a lad

basking in the hearty grains
natures wholesome meat,

Skipping daintily

in the heat of June
under a yellow sun

for hours

until

a gush of wind

blows out the sun.

Silence...

Frozen in his stance of merriment.

Eyes to the sky...

A faint whisp of blue...

Distant...

A hollowed whistle...

Louder...
Brighter...
Closer...

Louder. Brighter. Closer.

Louder! Brighter! Bam!

Square in the chest.

Airborne
Ten feet
Backwards

Thud.

Shaking, twitching

breathless...

Concentration.

Building.

Expanding...­

He belches a blue flame

throwing him up right...

Fire stops...

False equilibrium...

Sneers staggered fangs.
Eyes of magma...

Dimmed.

Turbulent twitching...

Shrieks to the sky
spewing a streak of bright blue heat...

Halt.
Blank.

Deep
Hollow
Fading

Gone.

Down and out.

Yellow from the east
rushes onto the singed wheat

sneaking into the eyelids
of the lad that lays

He sits up,
blinking hard.

The fire that sat
scorched his nerves.

A never healing burn.

He walks across the field
with fire on his mind

twitching all the way home.
The apple tree
is a fruitful system

amid the like, atop the fertile soil.

All units working as one

to produce

apples:

the center of it all, which shows the earth

what beauty flows
beneath the bark.

The red leather covers the sweet meat
and deep within

lies the process.

Soft, filling,

be fair, passing pluckers

for each apple is unique.

Eat with care, for some may

easily bruise.

Enjoy the sweet juice,

for it was meant for

your fulfillment.

But invoke no blotches,
as the juice will be

quite different.

Dripping, leaking

from the surface, through the channel

of the dented pores.
Show me wonder, show me light

men and women stout with might!

Thus, thy fantasies provided

mingle 'midst the truth united.

Between parallels unbroken;

Let my holy words be spoken!

I have sent thee to the earth

to fulfill thy noble worth!

Testify of truth forgotten

in the name of Mine Begotten.

Be courageous! Be victorious!

I will cause thee to be glorious!

Stand, with vigor, for the right:

For, the heavens are in sight!

Let this war-cry be repeated:

'We will never be defeated! '

Be thou evil's great offender,

never willing to surrender!

Keep my glory in thy sight

men and women stout with might!
Take my hand, I'll show you the way.

For, busy is the common day

and often does the view become

one that can lead you astray.

Take my hand, O benevolent man

performing your deeds as any man can

and choosing the good, to overcome

the perils, the dark, and the evil one's plan.

Take my hand when the outlook is bright.

Lead the world with candle light

and show yourself, my daughter or son,

the glory within your inner might!

Take my hand, when all has been lost.

Take my hand, no matter the cost.

For, with your faith, my will is done

For many, the path of salvation is crossed

and this is because you've taken my hand:

For, you are a beacon throughout my land

for others to witness: and moon and a sun

as you show them the way to make their stand!
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