I admire you where sunny climes made my final leg more than before our place to wager with isosceles unwritten to really improve our vacation that never forbidden in pleasure and so much tantamount risen upon sands where you may philander though concentric in flight without any interruption to fornicate bliss but in our retirement went thoughtless in our fortunes to become these timeless tracks in ventures with uncontrollable polarity that dance in utmost knowledge evermore.

So sweetly is she disposed,
that my teeth start to decompose
from just her lightest kiss.

When I'm buried beneath the dirt,
I hope it's caused by playful flirt,
without her there's no world to miss.

O Lord, how I appreciate having my character,
free from the carnal lust of mammon; for I,
don’t have to be concerned with avarice, greed
or the presence of possessions… that I can eye!

I’m truly thankful for my current circumstance,
knowing that You have promised to never fail me;
therefore, I’ll trust Your continued support-
since I’ve been grafted into… The Living Tree!

Having been comforted and encouraged, with boldness
and confidence, I claim: Christ is my Benefactor!
My spirit won’t be gripped by any dread or fears;
I’m ignoring the silly nonsense of all detractors.

Forged within Life’s, daily crucible of Faith,
inner steel and moral disposition were developed.
From Salvation through Christ, my soul was saved,
and my life by His Grace has been… fully enveloped.
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Author Notes

Inspired by:
Heb 3:5-6; Rev 2:7

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.

your words so sweet they rotten your teeth.
guzzling up your lies so we wont see.

it'll be a battle to the death of our dignity.
a fight between just you and just me.

who will be the first to commit the worst?
actions so painful but the memories more like knife work.

they'll fade away and only be remembered as plastered faces.
all that will remain are cigarettes with their lipstick traces.

and to end with nothing but disposition,
all those unaccredited good doings,
all that wasted ambition.

*-dh

"how is it that we have become so distant?" he asked.
"well, my love, you seem to have found a different disposition that no longer requires my assistance."

pardon my inadequacy,
i'm always two steps behind
or a mile ahead,
and yet i find myself drifting
along the sea of people,
catching parts of lost souls
and blurring corners of conversation