Can Christianity, be considered, to
be an enigmatic Faith? Doesn’t one’s
thoughts regarding obscurity, relate
directly to one’s lack of personal
understanding? How can a true view
  
be obtained, without studying… The
Word? Having Christ as one’s Light
of Faith, real living develops with
transparency; when His contentment
and peace resides in one’s heart, a
gentle atmosphere forms and soothes
  
within the soul, reaffirming Faith.

Honesty, my friend used to say,
Needs to be pushed,
Dishonesty pushes you,

While his words were handsome,
As much as he,
I dared to reject it,
Though it was in my head already

The sink never fills,
For each rejected drop runs away
Like honesty place at bay
By people, who once were humored in life,
And you helped,

Now they are dishonest,
They are to you,
Cannines you treated, that bit
But you to them,
Are a beautiful cause to life
And a product of their art of dishonesty

Teeth Will walk,
Words Will dance.
Tongue's whip lash
Frenzy.
Cut's into eye's state;
Askance.

Why did I fall in love with you?
Our souls couldn’t unite, but still lost in you was I!
You couldn’t be chased away from my dreams,
you couldn’t be sleeping in my arms at night;
still lost in you was I.
With flowers I wooed you every second,
With leaves I chanted your name by minute,
With machines I carved your name,
With knives I killed myself every night;
With envy I even murdered your knight,
With anger I endangered all in blood,
With guns I threatened your being.

My intense enigmatic love broke into pieces by the moonlight, The spear ran through your engraved name.
Words that flowed out my mouth: Sometimes killed my real self for it.

A dandy gentleman contemplates the human condition.
He sits alone in a french coffee shop,
poetry and philisophy his primary mission.

An awkward mind and deep pocketed heart,  he bites eagerly into a freshly baked maple syrup ****.

His mustache is striking, as though it has a story of its own
He wears a blue velvet coat filled with notes,
not to mention a lifes work of observations and quotes.

He checks his pocket watch from time to time
As he gathers his thoughts to write the next line.

A hint of tobacco can picked up from his vintage clothing  
He's a complicated fellow, enigmatic but soothing.

His top hat well established sits on top of his head
His shoes finley polished black with stripes of red.

A long worn out coat still encapsulates  his grace
He has a slight intensity reavaled in his face

For this mans work will never be done
For madness is in his nature, to him this is fun.

How esoteric?
No one could figure this out
Mysterious and puzzling
As situations come about
The people are speaking
But, there is lots of ambiguity
Unless we remove these clouds
No one will see clearly

When it falls will it make a sound?

I'm sure that we will hear.

Will it touch the ground?

I'm sure we'll see.

Does it matter in the slightest?

No, not in any great way.
it's all down to the laws of causality.
After all, it's just another tree.
One loss is only a loss,
if it leads to a multiplicity.

Who was it that took axe to bark?

We have no need to know

Why do the deed to bring the fall?

It does not matter; another will grow

will it just stay here to rot away?

No,We'll burn the wood to
be warmed in the cold of night.
To let us see and cook in it's light.
A wrong for our needs,
and our wants is always a right!

Comes winter, walking on cat's paws
with the promises of a time different, again
Hail the **** ingeniousness of this cheat,
who arrives with a new guile year after year.

yet again I fall in to that ***** trap
winter cleverly sets for me with
her sweet nothings, falling ice flakes
and her characteristic ****** white attire,
I am seduced by her ****** virginal frolic,
snow soft murmurs that lengthen nights
hear her  orchestra distinct plays without fail,

From my neurons the winters past are  erased,
deeply in amour I am with her,my marrow tingles,
how do I still get entangled all over again,
in a dilemma, programmed to recur every year?

Each time this happens I'd say to myself:
"This is the last and final time this love happens
this cold uncaring cruel maiden's embrace!"
winter, beloved tantalizer,who loves to freeze me
and extract the last drop of love from me before she leaves.

Winter, I now understand,I too love your desires
that torment me all through your stay here, every year,
In your white, gilded resort,you keep me as a prisoner
where I am no different from others,in clinical white cloaks.