Amulek and Alma always proselyte amazing;
Almost always after afterlife for the aching!

Big ballin' brethren gettin' bros, and we warn 'em:
Better bring a brave, bold business to my quorum!

Casually we call communities to come to Christ,
creating the cool cats that testify communing!

Dicing up the devil's deeds doing what I've done.
Definitely, dominantly make the devil done!

Eager as evangelists in every single era ever,
ending evil - Make it epic - Exit in the Exodus!

Following forth faithfully - Fast tracking!
Forward to the presence of the Father, fear - lacking!

God given gifts that we got are glorious!
Giving gifts given - Making God victorious!

Hear it high, hear the hype: High holy calls - Hey
Holy Ghost hackin' hell - Holler that you're Mormon!!!

Idols of Idolators I'd incinerate!
As an itching - I'll increase as I'm irate!

Just as I'm justly jukin' through for  Jehovah -
Justly jots and tittles jive in my journal!

K for the kind of King over all kingdoms!
Killer High lightning - He could strike a king dumb!

Let me learn to love the lessons - lively, lyrical;
Light-lifted, luminescent - Longer in the life source!

My mind memorizes Mormon Mastery
Many more marveling - Mimic how I master!

Never not loving neighbors so naturally!
Never not willing - I serve them naturally!

Operating open-minded, On in my residence.
One eye, one heart, oscillating occupants!

Preach of the prophets! Powerful, prophesying!
Ponder on the punch lines given in their prime!

Quit quick questioning quotes from The Quorum!
Quarrel can't disqualify them in the Forum!

Rockin' so right! Rising up royally!
Raising up the righteous in loyalty!

Superficial scientific stabs are spurned!
Superseded silently - Still, small burn!

Teach truth taught till' time takes toll!
Totally takin' charge - Test my soul!

Under one God, united, uncursed!
Unanimously under one universe!

Versed with vice, we're valid and vested.
Viciously vilified - vigor and bless-ed!

What a well word written by a word Smith -
Who wrote it down well without a real writing whit

X's we Xerox, preamble in the notes!
Exact X - Preface: Excitable tones!

Yonder in yesterday: Yell back "Yea!"
Youth, teen, elderly, Y.S.A.!

Zip it way back: Zero days from the Zenith!
Zig and zag zealously zooming to the Zion!!!!

The Fog and fire...

fruitful mire.

The pit maligned.

Who and why?

Wait and cry....

When and where?

Everywhere....

But what a beauty, cause, and duty

to

define or be defined.

Thick in fog of pain....

An Abel of Cain.

Silent shrieking....

Darkened night....

Daunted fright....

Failure great?

Rise and wait?

To make misery, or parody

of

horrors of the conscience?

Ever searing flames....

Our purpose it claims,

scalding to the core....

Rips and tears....

Silent tears....

Scorching heat....

Claim defeat?

Surrender purpose, and concourses

of

able liberations?

The fog and fire....

Fruitful mire.

Rich in power.

Fall or fly?

Live or die?

Fear or dare?

Choice or snare?

The fog and fire ne’er desire

to

define or be defined!

A silken comfort to my soul...
“O, heal me with your presence!
Underneath the luminescence -
Grandeur of His Omnipresence!
How delightful and how precious-

is

what, my dear, you mean to me!”

A sweet enchantment in the night...
“O, feel the souls impart!
A rushing pulses to my heart...
From you I ne'er desire part...
Could this be love in truth and start?

O,

what, my dear, you mean to me.....”

A joy of laughter singing soft...
The stillness and the wonder!
Our thoughts engage with hearts to ponder...
of what “man should not put asunder.”
under depths of stars I wonder...

if us

is what you mean to me...

A healers balm upon my skin -
The soothing touch to calm the seas...
“Your searching exploration sees
My heart's yearning.......My soul's pleas...
The heaven here and now decrees

these things

are what you mean to me!”

O, My maiden, as you sleep

Know my love for you is deep.

With your cheek on pillow resting,

Know that in my ***** vesting

is desire to fulfill

All you need from me, at will.

Not forgetting, press thee on!

Serve our God from dawn to dawn

everyday 'til thy returning

while my heart for thee is yearning.

Still, it is for thee, my dear

that I prepare our future here.

And upon thy great return,

We shall have what we will earn!

Fight the fight! Win the win!

Gain the vic'try over sin!

Live a hero! Die a martyr!

Seek to be a solace starter!

Earn salvation by and by.

In the 'twinkling of an eye '

for your friends and virtue die

if that is the beckoned cry!

Sound the trumpet! Raise your voice

so that others may rejoice!

Dance your dance! Cheer your cheers

that it may throughout your years

unto you give peace and bliss

as a sweet and tender kiss!

Who are we without another?
A query of the soul to bother....
Who's a man without his brother?
An infant girl without her mother?

Who are we without a friend:
a soul on whom we can depend
to be with us until the end
with sorrow's company to lend?

Who are we without desire
to uplift our passions higher?
To fight against a devious liar
with those who burn a common fire?

Who are we without the one
as wild winds blow and rivers run?
Who are we without the one?
We are life without a sun.

What is this place

without a trace

of life below the moon?

How many years

have I been here

Thinking it was noon?

There is no more

longing for

the life that was the sun.

as through the dark

I see a spark

of better things to come!

What is life?
Life is not the act of living...

Life is the passion.
The rhythm.
The love.

Life is the manner in which you live
and who you share it with.

Life is beautiful.
Life is warm.

It makes your heart beat.

It beats with those beautiful souls around you.

Life outlives living.

Life lives forever

in the hearts of those who receive

your beauty.

Images live in the mind.

Life lives in the heart.

Faith I soweth:
Faith I reap...
Faith of firmness
in the deep!

Hope I giveth!
Hope I call!
Hope triumphant
over all!

Love I knoweth:
Love most dear...
Love to shatter
mortal fear!

Strength I showeth:
Strength in pain...
Strength to conquer,
and to gain!

Truth I beareth:
Truth abright!
Truth: The never-
failing light!

These words are for my wife-to-be...
O, how I long to be with thee...

And in thy lovely countenance,
My heart desires thy beauty bless!

I look to find thee to array
my soul in every precious way

But, still, it is for thee I wait...
As Heavenly Hosts prepare our fate.

Who am I?

I am the way!

What more is there that I can say?

For your regrets, I did pay.

You never more should go astray.

Who am I?

I am the way!

All around you that is here;

the home you love is heaven's sphere.

I created night and day.

Who am I?

I am the way!

Everything! The grand beginning!

Lost and found is never ending!

Trials, fortune, come what may:

Who am I?

I am the way!

O, birds of the trees
and mice of the hills

on the wings of the breeze
come the seldom felt chills.

Open your eyes.
Look to the skies.

The wind whistle cries

of the visit.

Lay down your strife
O, men of the land.

A beauty of life
is swiftly at hand.

Breathe in the air.
Breathe out your care.

In this, you prepare

for the visit.

O, come winds of might!
O, come clouds of gray!

Bring down the white:
brighten dismay!

Lay on the scene.
Make it serene.

Let silence be seen

in the visit.

The Tom who died
filled me with life

for he was alive.

A walking, glowing candle

He shined his light on me.

A morphed, spent pool of wax I was-
looking up to see

What life could be.

He tipped his tall shaft

and

drip, drip, drip, drip.

I was truly taller.

His light was beautiful

but he was tall, I was small.

drip, drip, drip, drip.

His presence made me rise.

drip, taller, drip, taller

he built me with every drip

until

I was as tall as him.

Fading was his
beautiful light

level with my tip.

drip, drip, drip, bump.

He tipped me just a bit.

And breathed into my tip

a flame

as beautiful as his.

Fading, fading
out he went.

His glowing fire of life
is now in me.

Looking down below,

I see a pool of
spent out wax.

drip, drip, drip, drip.

The Tom who died lives on.

The times of life of change and chance
have never been a passing glance.
And, even though I never know
what pain may come, it sounds the drum.
I hear the beat, and have to dance!

The happiness confounds the grief
in times of life when there's relief.
Yet, still behind the peace of mind
there sits the snares or mortal cares
which, often, can confound belief!

Welcome! Welcome! Trials and pain:
The pow'rs we feel against us wane.
Let's not forget that they are met
in battle's strife, to uphold life,
in times we lose, and times we gain!

Eventually, our bodies die...
But, 'til that point, we'll laugh and cry!
And, conquer death: That final breath
that through our lives, our joy revives
and goes with us to worlds on High!

The time is now, against the tears,

to garner up the valor:

To stand against your deepest fears

within your darkest hour.

The time is now to fight the doubt

that resonates within:

The sweet escape, with no way out,

where tragedies begin.

The time is now to give away:

Abundances to share.

For, broken are the hearts today

of people in despair.

The time is now to fill your heart

for, what a tragedy:

to rise above, to do your part

and yet remain empty!

As God of all endows a Host;

The power of the Holy Ghost

will teach you truth and testify

of the things that matter most.

Search and seek: Watch and pray.

Let gratitude fulfill your day.

For, doing these shall make it so;

The things that matter most to know!

Endeavor with the human mind

eternal truth and worth to find.

In every effort, do your best.

Exalt your work above the rest!

Train your temper soft, and well.

Always hesitate to yell.

Be a kind and loving friend:

Be remembered in the end!

Stand for what you know is right:

Shine your never-failing light!

Never seek to harm or hate;

Rather, seek the narrow gate!

Live a chaste and virt'ous life.

Let your modesty be rife!

Endow the earth with virtues lost.

Restoring good has priceless cost!

Remember...Go, and testify

of the things that matter most!

Of what Gods make, there is no end.
That pow'r was wrought in deeps and space.
Those pow'rs endowed on High to trend
created worlds, and stars, and race.

Elohim, Eternal Father,
Noble God of night and day
orchestrates the Holy Grandeur
where His purpose would display....

'Let there be light, and darkness too.
Let land, and water separate.
Adorn the flow'rs and grass with dew
that, thereby, they may germinate.

Hills and mountains, woods and fields
let us form upon the plain:
Homes for beasts and other yields
for grounds to multiply and reign.

And, underneath it, in the deep;
Seldom where a beast will see,
Let the waters be the keep
of the creatures of the sea.

And now, My Greatest Hosts on High,
in our image, let us make
The Testament of Living by
creating man for glory's sake!

For, behold, this is my glory
and, also shall it be my plan:
To bring forth immortality
and eternal life to man.

At last, before they come back home
and live with me eternally:
They must exalt, and pure become
or else they can not dwell with me!

The wisps of the rainbow
streak through the sky:

The soaring spectrum of the tears
in all its vibrant glory.

Shades: Tints: Lengths: Depths

of redemption

diving onto the land
into the arms of those

who cry for it.

For it is receptive of the tears of men.

Together, the tide hearkens to the beacon

to fill the fallen

with a submersion

of rushing glory!

And in its descent, building charge,
stranding streaks of silver shoot

deep into the realm
piercing the souls

of the worthy:

Throwing them to their knees...

Engulfed with the life: The surge.

Sobbing joy. Laughing praise.

Raising their heads to the sun:

The mighty

city of emeralds

from which the path
of the soaring spectrum

begins.

The shadow of a man
is his own personal devil.

Blackened, charred, slanted, clinging

to his heels.

A parasitic smoke
from the fire of life,

which burns within a man.

The flames of glory
that he churns

whip in blue, breathe in gold
and pulse in white,

and are pure in glow:

emitting no ashes.

But sadistic flames of red

rip furiously through the system

tearing, crashing, razing
  
the harmony.

Conceiving the ash and delivering

the shadow.

The crafty rebel
slinks through the land

his wings are crooked
by the faith

of children.

Weak is the rebel,
who is the swift shade

upon the beautiful earth
under the weeping tree,

the darkened side of the hills,
and the coldness in the dirt.

The rebel owns all that is cold
where the shady children play,

but that is insignificant to
the many glowing children

that dance under the wholesome sun.

For the rebel sees
the children are heated

from their passionate dance
under

their father's warmth,

he offers comfort,
and many twisted amenities

to the children
of the earth.

Those whose dance is not with

fulfillment in their Father

become inclined to fall away

from his beautiful rays upon his land.

But those who dance, with pure hearts

sing the joys of why they dance.

And the falling children not only dance now,
but also sing under the sun

knowing that the night will come,
and all that is good

shall rest.

The man on the streets
born and bred
with rain and grime
upon his head,

drinks from the water
of a nearby creek.

Water flows.
Stagnant week.

The cars of the many
pass him by.

Gush of mist,
squints the eye.

What chills can come
from metal doors
in which he's never
been before.

Another blue.
Another red.

As rain is falling
on his head

he wonders why
he has to drag
while toting pictures
in his bag

of times that put him
on the road
on which he hauls
a heavy load.

Walking on from
where he's been

he hopes to feel the sun,
but then

a car pulls up
beside of him.

He looks to see a girl.

A young one, probably seventeen

in a car of chrome
polished, clean.

With window down,
she says to him

'It looks like you could use a lift! '

The man on the streets

simply exclaims

'What blessings can come through the haze! '

He walks along
to climb aboard
a mighty vessel
of metal doors

that accelerate
into the night
on a four mile ride
of high beam light.

Though through my life success I seethe

I often wonder...

Does man inspire? Or do they breathe

of breaths asunder?

The tests of mortal fears are fierce...

Let us then be kind,

and hasten not to knife and pierce

the soft heart or mind.

For deep behind my *****'ling eye:

The dark demons sing...

A song you never hear me cry

of The Lingering...

I speak not of a course of powers

meaningless in will.

I speak in bold, of forceful powers:

Powers that can ****.

Look around at our existence.

Many feel the sting

on mind and heart, through long persistence

of The Lingering...

The agony of gloom and woe

suffered in the dark-

and trepidation's overflow

leaves a grisly mark...

So, take a great and noble caring

to entreat the mind,

taking courage, always daring

to be warm and kind.

To have compassion in the strife:

What aid that can bring-

to one of us who go through life

in The Lingering!

O God, The Father of my soul...

Where art thou in my control?

Wherein is thy hiding place,

and why hast thou withheld thy face?

I languish in this prison cell...

and my beloved languish hell-

beyond these bars, outside this door...

where is thy presence, I implore?

Where, O God, is thy great hand

as blood is spilled upon thy land?

how long must we suffer thence,

with light and virtue withdrawn hence?

Hast thou, O God, forsaken us?

Hast thou, O God, forgotten us:

The saints come forth in latter days?

Hear our cries, this servant prays......

......My son, peace be unto thy soul:

Thy people art in my control!

Every soul that near thee dies

unto Me doth nobly rise!

Thine adversities, though rough-

and also thine afflictions tough-

Shall be but a moment small.

Thou shalt triumph over all!

Thy friends do stand by thee, and hail

with every weep, and cry, and wail.

For, with me, they have come to rest,

and all their efforts I have blessed.

My tender heart sings a pure, holy song
and nothing can stop it from singing...
The message it holds is perfectly strong
in ears of the curious ringing!

A light in the dark, a hope to the lost:
The hymn of my heart is a treasure!
It has not a worldly, nor tangible cost,
but, gives unto all divine pleasure!

A voice in the choir! It sings not alone!
For many there are that know, too.
For those who desire for truth to be known
this hymn is especially for you...

'I know that He lives: My Savior, my Lord!
And God, in the heavens, does reign!
The scriptures; commandments contain his great word
and are for our profit and gain!

O Children of God! Come now, and abide!
Eternal life is within reach
For those who for now, and forever decide
the laws of our God not to breach! '

Once in a time when struggles existed,
when trials were many, and evil persisted,
there came a great fight, in the dark of the night

and in destiny's eyes
the hero did rise!

Surrounded with hope, and cloaked with the Spirit
he stood in the darkness and, lo, did not fear it;
With demons beguiling, and Lucifer smiling,

against his demise
the hero did rise!

With loss in his heart, and blows to his soul
the vicious assault was beyond his control.
Yet, strong did he stand, upheld by God's hand

and despite their vain tries
the hero did rise!

The king of all demons, in undaunted measures,
lusted to seal him as unto his pleasures.
But he was resisting, and also persisting

in fighting the lies;
as the hero did rise!

Too strong for the devil, he overcame death
and screamed through the darkness with fiery breath:
'You can not defeat me! Nor hope to retreat me!

Your eminence dies! '
....The hero did rise!

The hand of music...

Swift, sly

make the laugh,

force the cry,

reach into the deep.

Pass the poser,

for he is false.

The intelligent deceiver.

He

does not sing,
does not dance,
does not obey

The hand of music...

Dive into the depths.

Reality awaits.

She

holds

the tears,
the cheers,
the years...

A silent power

over him,

conducted by

the hand of music.

Awaken her by the touch...

Soft...

She will sing the love...

Singing it to him,

he will fall into her arms.

Hard...

She will dance the triumph...

A jubilant jive.

A wonderful waltz.

Teaching him grace.

Long...

She will cry the pain...

The real pain...

Passionately...

He will see her...

He will comfort her...

You control all...

You are powerful...

Teach him through her...

You are...

The hand of music.

Agency belongs to you

displayed in what you say and do

with strength of heart, and mind, and nerve

choose today whom you will serve:

Father of lies: death in disguise,

or

King of the right: Lord of the light

Weakness, might: Black or white

Shades of grey nowhere in sight!

The choice is plain, distinct, and clear.

The time to mark the path is here!

Linger not on hopes and fears,

but let commitment garnish years!

With what power dare you seize

your duty's work, your very name?

Work with heart, work on your knees

or else you will remain the same.

I sit on the sands on the breath of the night

amidst the sea birds that are scattered in flight

and what to behold, to my eye's delight,

but a beauty of nature in the twilight.

While the scorn of the world has torn it apart,

the voice of the ocean speaks to my heart.

It moves me, it fills me, to softly impart

that natural peace is a soothing art.

Deep on the scene, where the earth meets the sky,

shines the gold iris of the earth's closing eye.

As, breathless, I gaze: The moment is nigh

that the light will be low, and my spirit be high!

Gone is the day now, behind the blue sea

but with me is marvel of what came to be!

This day has, forever, inspired in me

serenity, peace, and a soul that is free!

Wond'ring where my dreams had gone

I traveled lonely on my way.

Turning neither High or low,

Stopping stop-Going go...

I came to know the bitterness!

Aspirations, venerations

no more linger here...

Flee from me, my destiny

and tarry in defeat...

Knowing not my place in time

I thought in oft 'I will endure...'

Searching purpose here to know,

stopping stop, and going go,

I found myself to wandering...

Aspirations! Venerations!

Enter in my sphere!

Yet, still to flee-my destiny-

does tarry in defeat...

Then, something small I start to feel.

I feel it strong, and then I hear-

From a heart that is not mine,

Heart to heart, and line for line...

'In your 'nothing, ' You are Something! '

Aspirations! Venerations!

O, How sweet and clear!

Stay with me, O, destiny,

and nevermore defeat!

As I traveled on my way

I found my destiny:

Sharing this with humankind

Heart to heart, and line for line:

'He who seeks will surely find! '

Aspirations! Venerations!

No more flee away!

Linger near, and revere

The conq'ring of defeat! .

Tick, Tock

Beat, Beat, Beat

The pump begins to churn.

What marvel through the eyes
of the delicate conceiver:

The countdown has begun!

The teeny tick, The tiny tock
of prematurity

Beat, Beat, Beat, Beat

Through time of persistence.

Tick the Tock. The painful clock
of merely adaptation

Becomes the Sun, the centered one
of insubordination.

Beating still, the pump of gold
which marvels eyes of all,

the sight is clear, it knows within

it notices the count.

Dwindling, It's time will fade,
with every single beat.

Time shall cease, eventually
and black will smother gold.

Tick along, Tock the song,
which resonates the beat

Attracting all the shine
which polishes the gold

Beating, Beating, Beating young

when numbers tell the count is old.

84, 94, the count is nearly done.

But have no fear, my golden son,

Your song has just begun!

While through my life I'm numbers counting

of every qualm that I'm surmounting,

'twill serve me well to stay reminding

that I've partaken of the binding.

A binding strength of faith-in-motion;

A binding source of pure devotion:

'I'll walk this road with you, my dear...

And we will conquer mortal fear! '

Living life with eager haste

Trying moments not to waste

I reflect in calm reminding,

'I've partaken of the binding!

A binding of my heart to hers;

A binding love that passion stirs...

With you, my dear, I'll live to see

what God has planned for you and me! '

While in the pains of living death

if gasping for a hopeful breath

it gives me life to stay reminding

that I've partaken of the binding!

A binding purpose for my trying!

A binding force to silence crying!

'With you, my love, I'll make it home...

And nevermore will anguish roam! '

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.

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!

Sisters of worth: Beacons from birth!
Gospel desires: Latter-day fires!

Sisters of Zion, stand as a lion
with courage and countenance

known.

Soldiers for truth: Serve in thy youth!
Defend what is true in all thou can do!

Virtue abounding, salvation rounding:
ascending the strong to God's

throne!

Purpose: Divine! Victory: Thine!
May faith and hope be forever with thee:

Fulfilling thy call, with Elders and all,
with mercy and temperance

shown!