She was so beautiful she was almost purple.

Actions in endless love

A love enough to let go.

The thought of growing up is scary.
Enduring the wait of time is hairy.
The stress of expectations and contrasting thoughts bury me.
Reading others lives perplexes me
Waiting on love distresses me.
Will I change. How will I change. Who will change with me. Why will I change. When?
When?
Why?

Make the Lord your father and time your friend, all will happen in due time and with due reason.

Oh Father, oh brother, oh friend I now too know what it is like for thy soul to be vexed.

Smart, so smart oh how intelligent we are
Control this create that, we are now the ones in power.
Money, fame important names, the perfect poison to conquer the unknown freedom
Iradicate the radical, deter the diseased cure incompetence.

It is to be rich to dictate all and own more
To be the look, have the want, top the tower

truly happy now? You are?

How about reason, purpose, freedom?

You are not your own.
How about Christ's protection and leading?
Do you remember what that is?
Do you remember Christ's purpose?

Remember the creator, the maker of perfection
No mistake, no mistakes he is not
Without intention.

When did you decide? when did you compromise, with what He calls truth and justice?

When did you have the name of beginning and the end?
When did you forget the one who brought you to exist?

Leave life alone as God made it
It is not your toy or playground

The barber of truth.
Truth cuts and cleans,
separates good from bad, decides what suits and what looks bad.
Truth grooms and preens,
truth reveals what's real.
Truth is loved and hated
Truth is simply fated.

Their words are defined,
A clear attempt to be sublime.
A shout of uneducated knowledge dressed to be philosophical.
Their words settle in bones, and is composed to disclose your emotions.
A poets words are an effortless devotion.
Poets words are an intense performance.

life is a mystery, a blood-filled case, a view depending on position
a definite but unknown place.
being different isn't normal, being the norm is the only way,
the judgment and ridicule of life can be too much to bare,
living outside the box is difficult when you dont choose, though i try my best to love being outside the rules.
I am broken and battered from this unruly life, all that holds me together, are the eternal hands of Christ.
I have no words to fix what happens, all i have is a heart that still beats though it is shattered.
I want all to experience the boundless love that God can only give to any and everyone.
Just know that this life is feeble and faint. So much that now my body hurts to shed a tear.

Things are strange.
Call life vain, wild and confusing.
We are born with choice, grow up to decide and sway with the impact of emotion.
You develop an idea, share it, make it real, then become so consumed with it that it replaces what we hold close to our heart.
I overthink things at night, I fight with thoughts and cry, waking up to a body battered and bruised by my mind.
They are looking at me, they see me all the time but I hope they know what I'm not trying to hide.
Think about your raw state, think of the choices you make,
do they all really mean anything?
Are they impacting and important, are they for your benefit and only yours, are they dependent on a Higher Source or are they as unknown as a conversation about the crease in my eyelid?

She is deep and coloured with story
she was picked accordingly by God like every other
she steals any peak of brightness and stores it in her warmth
she constantly desires the light that looks down on her
she is fed and enriched when she meets the sun
she glows and thrives once she meets him.
She is loved by many but hated much too,
she is a symbol of my culture
she will live with me forever

My skin is Dark and lovely

My darling, don't grow up so quickly,
let your heart continue to be young.

My precious, please stay in your innocence, don't let it ever be done.

My love, I tell you live life fully and without regret, know that all happens for his will and nothing is without intent.

My joy, go on and dance in the wind go, go on and sing to Him.

My sweet, I pray you be bold and strong, never doubt
God's power and never doubt God's love.

Look at my face, see my skin bare and dark, look and see my wrinkles, look and see my scars.
Look and see the story of my life, see how much He makes me smile.
See how He saved me from despair, see how my foolishness took me there.
Look at my hair, look at my wisdom, look at how it grows.
Look when time shows in each strand, sterling silver and bold.
Look at my eyes, look into my soul
Look and see the truth, nothing less, nothing more.
See my love for Him and see my love for you.
I want you to look at me and see the truth.