This flesh desires
a love so pure
having never had
a preconceived idea
not know where or
how it would appear

Thoughts not of how
a mind maybe blown  
by the touch of a love
less of us in motion
there is no need for
a love notion

Where expressive musing
is not need to be express
expectations of what the
opposition is not to neglect
the two differences of love

I just write it
as it is spoken.
A Divine Voice
created matter,
space, and time.

God's wisdom is not speechless
because you choose not to hear.
A belief of senses, does that matter?

I see it now
Her and I
Perfect in God sight
Like male and female
On the six day of creation

Love is not known
Just perfection
Never mind
The unsuspected
Elohim said "not to eat"
Of the tree
of knowledge
of good and evil

A simple taste
would open their eyes
to a perspective that
will change their minds

What they believe now
is only a soul desires
of the gateways into
their eyes.

My head is home
To three different demons
Who whisper their thoughts
Like a venom, fast and poisonous

The first one, a man
Loud, carefree, love struck and happy
He shouts in my ear,
"Go, live, be free."

The second, a woman
Old, classy, and snooty
Her head always upturned
To show I'm a nobody

The last, a child
Scared and alone
That she has no one
When all she wanted was to go home

My ears burn at their whispers
Red, and hot
But they're stuck in my head
And I listen more often than not

These words
are yours for the taking
my thoughts are not mine
you could have them
To copyright them
would make me a thief
Christ's mind is free, so
freely I give the copyrights
too you..

I do not understand
how my mind desires
to hear your voice audible.
I understand words could
change a mood but a voice
could soothe a soul. I am
know different then any
other guy. Give it some
time, I will be no longer on
your mind. I do not want
to be just another guy.

Three nails
Gods Son
Hang on
A tree:
Is Love

Like to love
spiritual
awareness,
Blind eyes
shall soon
see..