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biche Jun 2021
To be empty means
Letting go of desire
And resistance

But not joy or sadness

It means giving up control
And even surrender —
Give that up too, and just
Go with the flow
With that impetus
That life force
That fire

You’re right and I’m wrong
Or maybe not — we are
Spinning polarities
In a beautiful, angry knot

To be empty means
I let go of explaining
And love myself enough to
Push through the chrysalis
Hungry to become
The Real Me

It means knowing you may not be there — and everything can be stripped bare — but still I remain

Magnetic fields can travel fast
I don’t ever give up on my beautiful self, nor should you give up on yours

My orbit is strong
You are stronger
Yet all the territory
Within my circumference
Is now set free, by me —
I’m the ruler, you see
The leader of me

You’ll see what you see
Our commitment runs deep
Our faith we keep
It’s not passive, to hop on the flow train. You have to run and leap into a moving train. No wonder we try to control things. Hey- stop the train! I’m too old to jump! No you’re not, silly,
It’s an energy train!
Jtlbl May 2020
Inked skin let the devil in.
A mistake you make.
Liviticus19:28
Now God will your soul forsake
You say your body is a temple,
So why not decided to paint walls.
Fearing Gods judgement sin and hell,
Avoiding the sound and smell of tattoos and parlor, well.
Trying to saint,
Realisticly a sinner
Eat your heart out,
jesus didn't hang with winners
Kane killed Abel like a beginner
Matthew a sinner and debt collector
Jesus still showed loved and a disciple he become, blossoming  nectar.
Religion and ink
Mix well together I think
Jeremiah 1:5

God already knew.
In a place without time or space.
In this unknown, before conception
we spoke face to face.
Every sin and wrong doing like a movie
seen time and time.
He knew me,
Mistakes I made, achieved
My life was never up to lady luck or plain chance.
Tattoos are a sin unto Gods image?  
Genesis1:27
created in perfection
So disease, pain,addiction and affliction?
he knew me before I began.
he knew I'd sin and would stain my skin.
Knew addiction knew lI would suffer endless torment and pain with in.
knew my life and knew what he planned
Gave me life and gave free will
decide? wanting God at my side?
Sins of mine just Dont hide.
Within but upon my skin too they resides
Wailling to let God in, decides Collisions 3:23

My heart he knew it.
Gilled it with passion and art.
Directed me with my addiction
Allowing no doubt in
True conviction
Romans 12:16
As if he vocalised my vocation
Truly unmistaken.
People came, passion grew.
His name they now, knew.
Some people a blessings,
Some a lesson.
Some he took along the way.
I still think of them everyday
The good die young or so I've heard
Read page to page every word 
In search of answers left dismayed  found only testimonies of the price paid
Used to sinners to convey words
The disciples lead on this quest
Not a soul he took in jest
Romans 1:12- 1 Timothy 4:14*
Talent inking a sin confused, left a haze,
In the end of days
before devil returns seals are broken
Realizing revolution's
Gods promise of condemnation.
Tallied my sins, passion carried
That of my addiction and life i buried.
Not willing to risk salvation
My soul needs rest
at the end of this Damnation;
selling it's self, sloth glutten greed ****** immorality
It's reality "
Pull in, all the cool people are here, or still Coming through, chill pool side, got your Shades on for flames in your eyes?
The devil said
Decided blessings
Tired of curses feeling like rehearsals
God lessons learnt?
Disbelieving trails ahead?
time for me to find one true?
Thing I only ask you?
God smide with my plans laid?
You made, last eye to eye,
1 Peter 4.10
My tattoing born in you
If you knew the my sins,
You knew my art
A skill you grew, in Grace
Done unto you
I now wear a tattooed
Cross upon my face.
Defined in you these sins I do
Soul Salvation
Or
Condemnation?
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