an abandon
orphan child
is light
thus energy
that ignite
the distant stars
one by one
created from
temperature
gas pressures
gravitation
dark matter
and
dark energy
space and time
a ball of light
is
what
created the universe

oh
love
is
like a wine
that
leaves a bittersweet
taste in your mouth
then
she quietly ****** you
with
her deadly thorns
while
your heart lay down
in
a bed of roses

Lord everything will be okay.
Lord, I have a thousand words to say.
Only You can give me
the sweet words to pray, so that
I can heal and become a better man today.
Yes, Lord, everything will be okay.

when the green
fog has lifted
when a
bird of flight
be gifted
thus
a blue gray
mockingbird
flew through
my window
with a word
from God

what
birds
that
doesn't
Know
love
Shall
Be
Captured
In
a birdsong

the reading of
a book is
a bird with wings
and suddenly
a flock of
thornbirds

moonchild
rising
and
taking
a bite of
the moon

what
glassy eyes of
a ghost blue moon
that dwelleth
in the heart of
a black
velvet night

etched by
the Gods
from the stars
you possess
a
boundless
beauty
inside
the face of
black Athena

trees are
the
poet's pen
to write again
upon
the
paper white clouds
about
the
words that sing out loud

a set of eyes
to
see the sun
a set of hands
to
pray to
the
Kingdom of God
a set of hearts
to
embrace young lovers arms
a set of minds
to
climb the highest mountain
it seems
a set of wings
to
fly above
the
beautiful earth
it seems
before
we die

giant silhouette patterns of
red-gray buzzards
stretch
their
elongated wingspan
and
hover effortlessly
above the
Cherokee white clouds
before
descending
and
dining
upon
the
bone-white carcass
souls of mankind

each
downward ******
of the
mighty eagle's wings
catapulted upward bound
slingshot forward
without
a sound
uplifted
towards
these
higher ground
above
the clouds
an eagle's view of the world
i sing out loud

Lord, I have paid my dues, and now
I have nothing left to lose.
I used to fear life, but now
I am spreading my wings and ready to fly.
I have something to prove to myself, and
I am determined to soar high.
It's a beautiful feeling
above the clouds of fear and doubt.

Imagine
Out loud
When
We see
The
White unicorn herds
Stampeding
Above
The
Cumulus clouds

oh lord
upon
thy wings
until
i hear
from you
i reach for
the lord
above the
fruit of the plains
when
you speak to
thy heart
with
power and grace
and
you guide
thy spirit
into
a quiet place
and
thy will be done
deliver us from evil
while
i reach
for the lord
above the
fruit of the plains

red kites
we are
made strong
when
we
fly
high above
the
gray windstorm

i live with
all those fears
day and night
my mother and
father continue
to fight
then i crawl
out of sight
this is not a game
well my daddy is
an abusive alcoholic and insane
he captured all the drama
that change the night
mother crashed
through the window
up above the moonless night
behind the dark closet and
out of sight
i dialed 911 because
the blood screams red bright
mother crashed
through the window
up above the moonless night

we click our heels
and wander still
through the fields of chance
taste the spirit of
the gospel red roses
when i christen thee
in the name of glory
then
i
ask the sky
to place her love
above the mountains still

We click our heels and wander still
through
the fields of chance.
We taste the spirit of gospel red roses.
while
I christen thee
in the name of glory.
but
Ask the sky
to place her love
above
the
glorious mountains still.

life is
that sacred journey
upon wooden silts and
we wear them
so proud
that we
sing out loud
above these
burgundy clouds

my soul
full of life
and laughter
high above
these
clouds of glory
no props,
no nets nor
blue smoke
or mirrors
only
the wings
that God
gave me
to reach the
kingdom of glory

night moon
appears
like
a bamboo kite
drifts
above the
yellow river

the
soul
a bow and tight string
where
i
placed
the
arrow
to
shoot across
the
starry starry night

lord
finally
i am broken
no one else
to call upon
but
you
oh lord
i
only
ask
for
your
love and mercy
because
there is
no one else
and
i need
a life bridge
a blessing
a breakthrough
from heaven
a taste from destiny

a gain of sand
a rock
a stone
what maketh
a bridge to heaven

what is the sun
but
a bright gold coin
tossed through
the sky
by the ancient
Greek Gods

the heart
is a place
a broken
silence of love
to erase
and this
love shall
be restore

The
Moment
When
The heart
Opens wide
Some
Laughter
For
A while
And
Suddenly
A burst of light

In the sky so high, the weary sun did sigh,
Her glazed eyes grew dim, as she bid day goodbye.
She'd shone bright and strong, but now her light was spent,
And so she slipped away, as the night's curtain was rent

the
red tail hawk
shall
barrel through
the Breckenridge blue sky
like a cannonball on fire
thus
captures her prey
with desire
at the break of dawn

love
pulls
her
a cart of
broken harts

life is
the best
teacher
that
we all agree
when
she makes
a cast of
your soul
for all
to see

in
this
kind grave
is
a cast of
your soul

if i
was supposed
to die but
the lord
saw the
fresh tears
from my eyes and
He allowed
me a chance
to spread
my wings
and fly

God is great
God is great
well
a change is gonna come
when
you
have a little talk
with
God
while
a change is gonna come

a clear heart
without
sin or lust
that
make
the
sound of a lark
is
the
sound of a clear heart

a
closer walk towards thee
i
still
believe
underneath
your
golden wings
for
all to witness
and
through
eternity
to
be
embraced
in
your serenity
is
where
i
want to be
still
underneath
your
golden wings
and
a closer walk towards thee

wearing the cloak of
court jesters, magicians
and time travellers
what is history
a cloud of ghosts
things of the past

The
Faith of
Our
Souls
A coin toss

what is hate
but
a component
for evil
thus
a conjugate of
love

young lovers
filled
with
love
but
there
is a conspiracy
from above

laughter
is not a wedge
but
a conversation
full of
jabs wiggles and giggles
that
light up
the lamp of
the soul

intergalactic-bubbles
diffuse through
dimensions of
space and time
brings
a cosmic
celebration of
the Gods

Dear Lord, how can I connect with this poem and make it my own?

Does it need new wings to soar like an eagle in the sky? Should it sing in the halls of cathedrals, bridging the gap between the spiritual and physical worlds? Or should it take root in my heart and grow strong and vibrant?

May these spiritual words flow through a beating heart and a gentle hand, finding their way onto the page. Let us make a covenant with this poem to bring it to life and share its message with others.
take root, growing strong and
vibrant, or, should it be ripe
and ready for harvest?  
  
So, let these spiritual words  
flow through a beating heart,  
a gentle hand and sacred pen.
scribe to bare witness on paper,  
thus to make a covenant with thee.

Dear Lord, how do I make  
a covenant with this poem?  
  
Does it want a fresh pair  
of wings to master the sky,  
to soar like an eagle, in
the heavens above?
  
If a poem speaks, should
it sings in the halls of
cathedrals, joining spirit
with flesh to make this
covenant?  
  
If a poem is planted as a
seed in my heart, should it
take root, growing strong and
vibrant, or, should it be ripe
and ready for harvest?  
  
So, let these spiritual words  
flow through a beating heart,  
a gentle hand and sacred pen.
Scribbed to bare witness on paper,  
thus to make a covenant with thee.

the
soul of a songbird
live
through
its
wings
and
make a covenant
with
the
sacred sky

seabirds
sail beyond
the
ocean waves
then
they
weave across
the
Breckenridge sky

out-stretch wings
and
stiff
broad sail
gathered
its bearings
what guide
the
red tail hawk
full flight
across the
iron rail

lord
tonight
when
both our hearts
feel delight
And
We
are
walking on moonlight
across the midnight stars