You’re orange to me
When we met at the beach The passenger door light Lit your face a warm peach So orange we’ll be As the sun goes down A ripe mandarin That never goes brown
beauty is a terrible force of nature,
terrible in its wrath for the heart that loves it, terrible in its burden to the heart that carries it, terrible to the heart that beholds it and cannot embrace it... beauty is adoration of all lovely thoughts and hopes, beauty is adoration of all that is found and lost again in the heart, beauty is adoration of the sweetest dreams that we wish we could never wake from... Beauty speaks to you in a silent lust for what cannot ever be yours alone, Beauty speaks of all the lives one could live in such a sweet natural place, beauty speaks of how it can never be happy because so many fear it
CLOUDNINE'S TWENTY SEVEN PSALM OF DOXOLOGY TO ADORE THY LORD GAD!
#C9fm ~~ 1 Make holy his glorious name and adore His powerful word. 2 Sing praises unto thee. And let every breathing creatures tremble at His footstool. 3 The Earth and everythang found therein. Lift on high His glorification and sing adoration unto the supreme Spirit of thy Lord. 4 Hallelujah! Thy Lord reingth till eternal. 5 From all entities through entities. 6 For He has magnified Himself and manifested Himself through every wondrous works of His hands. 7 Ruler of the universe, His glorious crafts exists even beyond the miltiverse. 8 Underneath Earth and above the skies may thy Almighty God be adored. ∆¶∆9 His right hand through seas His breathe roared the waters. 10 His voice quake the Earth and the foundation of the universe wary. 11 He looked and lightening from His eyes revealed the secret place of the wicked. 12 Let thy Lord be praised. He has smitten the jaws of His enemies. 13 Even Lucifer and his angels. 14 Thy Lord reignth till eternal. 15 Blessed be thy Lord our Gad; with psalms and doxologies thy Lord be worshipped. Selah!
When I think of all His awesome doings all around, my heart does praise . And may it be count worthy before the Almighty
she would be fluid
completely refreshing she would be resilient unable to give in she would be so unique one of a kind she would speak so elegantly gentle whispers fill the air her word would be knives yet so sincere she would hold you close yet keep you at a distance all she wants is to love make every soul feel adored she would be bold but slick in her appearance she is the most controversial opinion yet the only thing in this life that makes sense ... If A Poem Could Be A Person
She is divine, He is divine, They are divine. We should love the sweetest most broken poetry all around us.
I want to hug
my son's son 60 years from now. With beauty, and pain, and wonder, and heartbreak written into the lines across my face. Telling him he is enough. He'll always be enough.
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