Genesis: a childhood of isolation and growth.

Chronicles: adventures,and lovers and friends.lives come and gone.

Psalms: the poetry spoken,written and thought.

Proverbs: the wisdom heard,learnt,taught.

Acts: the history of these things.

Followed by;-

Revelations: that we are not so different from that everlasting living text.

My dearest friends
For whom I care so much
And all my gentle lovers
Of whom I wish to touch

I must take this time
On a wasted past
A glass stands empty
A rope held fast

A true master matches his skill to the challenge.Whitt to whitt,mind to mind,emotion to emotion.
When you walk a mile one way in resistance,then i,my dear,will walk a mile the other way.until the vast expance is to far to feel.
The closer you move in the closer I will come,I will bind my heart to yours given the option.
As tides I will go in and out with you in love.
But if there is more out than in then the shore will one day no longer kiss the sea.

I wrote a poem in my dream
I was so happy with it
But apon leaving the asteral realm
I lost it

Under the flesh,creeping crawling
Within the head,voices calling
Body numb,a sense of falling
Blank dark eyes,inside he brawling

Demons penetrate all that's real
The mind screams,"why can't I heal?!"
The fear and dread,to them a meal
Between this and numbness,cannot feel

Permeate the impermeable
Set your goals,smash them all
Run your race and if you fall
Get back up and stand tall

She can cut down morning wood
With a single look
Sorry I mistook
Her for a troll that goes by the book

Normally they live under a bridge
But this one came for the goats out of and open fridge
Angry looks,forehead is more like a ridge
Got abbos trying to ward her off blowing on a didge