When I face a mountain
that looks impossible to climb
Or a burden
that brings me to my knees
or when it seems so unlikely
that a miracle I'll ever see
I call his name
and he meets the needl
he meets the need
and he never fails
he meets the need
He will prevail
every time I need an answer
or a miracle breakthrough
he meets the need
and he'll do the same for you
Now in times of desperation
I go searching just to find
An answer to a problem in my life
but deep inside I know the answer
is just one prayer away
when I call his name
he makes my wrongs alright
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It's never too late for anything in life.Life keeps giving you these little opportunities every now and then...you just need to be aware.

For Adrien,




San Francisco is asleep
On the lips a vermillion souvenir
Of an unthought dream yet
Paralyzed from a wound not mended yet
Red iron body in the night
Of two lovers we have observed
Hurt by a somber Beauty…

Two naked children, to Charity’s breast
Born and tortured by a majestic Love
Loving each other, two men as on Humanity’s
Very first day, in the large bedroom America.
In the passion of a bridge their two hands link
That time… Freedom! And tenderness heals
Devoted fingers, divinized with desire…

Trailing down, delicate, along backs, pleasure
Awake and keeping watch in the large bedroom America
Love comes by, patiently, Pacific
Two entangled lovers, male Galateas
Protected in the silver of their gold, protected from decay
Discovering each other, deliciously, in the bedroom America
In a California, stylistic seduction,

You too are dreaming about your bedroom America!

Montpellier, France July 19, 2015
Translated on July 20, 2015
Lyon, France

I am laying down all of my anxiety ,what's if, and anything else.
That shall cause me to lose trusting the one that knows everything.
I am going to allow him to use me to minster to everyone else.
For there I am sure people that hate the Christ within me now.
But I am going to love them anyway, because we all need God.
I am not going to run in fear because they hate my Savior Lord.
I am going to start making an stand, praying for them every day.
Because just because Someone hate God does not mean that they do not need our prayer.
Those are the ones that needs our prayer the very most here on the earth.

Each day she posed naked
As he continued to paint
Engrossed in the picture
She was twenty to his fifty
But his age never upset her
In truth, she was falling for him

He never attempted to ****** her
As if he ignored her body
Maybe she was not beautiful enough
She knew he lived all alone
He never shared his home
If he asked, she would be his

She tried to show temptation
Wanting him to notice her
No matter how much she showed
The curves of her body
He would just keep painting
As if he never noticed her there

On the last day she could take no more
"Am I not beautiful in your eyes
Can you tell I desire you
I would do anything you ask
If it be only for one night
I am yours if you want me"

"You are young and beautiful
Your beauty will be seen forever
In this painting, In your honour
But I loved so very long ago
I lost her to Mistress Death
My heart belongs to her, always"

I hate myself,
I hate myself,

don't you **** ever think I loved myself,

no way in hell could I ever,
I'm ****** sure to never tell,

tell what you ask?

on how I came to hate myself,

on how I came to hate every last thing,
about,
myself.

you're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
collar bone
and
shoulder
and i've
always wondered
how it would feel
to have
softer cheeks
rise and fall
with nervous breathe
and how your
lips looked
from an angle
only a starving artist
could create
when he had
rent to pay
and
a girl to see
in a shirt
he hadn't
worn since he
remembered
he had it
when it fit him
and
she has it
falling loosely
over her smaller
frame
and when
we're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
your eyes
and my dreams
i hope you
know I'd choose
your eyes